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

[toogoodforhim]

[Still. He takes a seat at the table, then, and just kind of tiredly rests his chin on his hand.

When he sits still he notices the pounding in his head more.]

How old are you, anyway?

[nobodyperfect]

'm 15.

[He says it between bites.]

Duzzat hurt?

[toogoodforhim]

What- Oh, this? [That's right, his face is fucked up.]

It's...pretty distracting. But I'll be okay in a few days.

[nobodyperfect]

K, that's good.

[He offers a slice of jam and bread over.]

Y'want some?

[toogoodforhim]

[He smiles and waves a hand.]

I'm fine, thank you.

You know, I was about your age when I first got a little coin that I could spend all by myself on whatever I wanted. That was the first time I'd had more than just cider or wine with dinner or liquor when I was sick.

[nobodyperfect]

My mom usually gives me my allowance.

[He's quiet for a second.]

You usually drink that kinda stuff, then?

[toogoodforhim]

We save the strong stuff for medicine. But cider? Wine? All the time.

[nobodyperfect]

Huh. You must have a pretty good toler-whatsit then.

[toogoodforhim]

[That makes him chuckle.]

I can hold my own.

[nobodyperfect]

Apparently I can't.

[He yawns.]

Oh, 'sright. I was gonna go sleep.

[toogoodforhim]

Well that sounds like a fantastic idea to me. Can you make it back to your room alright?