all that glitters is gold [AFTERPARTY]

[sixfingeredstan]

[It's been a very long, and very upsetting morning, and honestly, Ford is feeling goddamn drained. All the events of the day have hit him like a ton of bricks. And as much as he wants nothing more than to sleep for about a week...well. There's work to do.

After talking it over with Fiddleford, his first mission is hitting the kitchen and scraping together all the eggs, potatoes, and onions he can find. It takes him a good few hours, but eventually he's got five big casserole dishes full of kugel, steaming hot, fresh out of the oven. He stacks up a big pile of plates, forks, and serving utensils and carries it all into the lounge in trips.

Next is the business of the still. Between the two of them, the two Fords manage to get it into the lounge and set it up on a table where it's easy to access. Ford also pilfers a big glass jug of apple juice for the kids and puts it nearby. All the adults are free to partake of a cup of Fiddleford's sugar shine. They'll be needing it, tonight.

Lastly, are the notes. Ford writes them all out in his neat, block lettering, and slips one under each door—pausing at the doors of the deceased with a sad frown each time.

The lounge is quiet while they wait for everyone to arrive, save for the sounds of banjo music....

Comments

[aboyandhiscar]

Yo yo yo.

[SHAKES THE CUP JUST A LITTLE...]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Yeah he's gonna fall backward into the cup again.]

[aboyandhiscar]

[SHIT

GOES TO FISH HIM OUT WITH A PUNCH LADLE OR SOMETHING]

Shoot, sorry man! When I said you should get down, I didn't mean like, by falling. Into more booze. . .

[whistlenotchirp]

[He is gonna scurry to whatever Mike uses to get him out because he is not interested in drowning at all]

I don't booze! Imma right-e-us cricket. Gotta set a good example!

[aboyandhiscar]

[Yes good. Gonna just gently empty him out on a pile of napkins so he can dry.]

Dude, you're super drunk. I dunno what the scale is for crickets, but you're off it. It's okay if it was by accident.

[whistlenotchirp]

I didn't! I didn't do a booooze!

[He seems pretty appeased by the napkins though, dropping his jacket on of them while he keeps picking up and dropping the other napkin.]

...I did fall in earlier. But I got out and I didn't drink any liquor at all and I'm very sober I promise!

[aboyandhiscar]

[s o b. well at least he is safe on his napkin pile, this is fine.]

Sober is pretty relative right now, man. But okay, I believe you. Do you uh--want some of this potato bread stuff toooo. . .clear your head, maybe?

[whistlenotchirp]

[He squints at the food curiously.]

Is it... good?

[aboyandhiscar]

Reeeally good. And totally normal, booze free. [He breaks off a piece to set on a napkin.] Go on, give it a try.