Seems the Right Time to Get Drunk

[joseph_kendall]

Who: PCs Surviving the Founder's Field Massacre
When: The night the fight came to an end
Where: Joseph's Home

After getting home and making sure that the gun shop owner was paid in full for the gun (and orders for more ammo for the one he had just bought and the guns he already owned), Joseph set about to his next task, finding his younger brother and making sure that he was alright.

It didn't take long. It turned out that Wesley had high-tailed it from the Founder's Day celebration and hidden in a friend's home. Joseph told him to simply stay put and he'd send the driver to come by and get him in the morning. There was no point in his brother leaving a place that was already safe, right?

So, the next thing to do was get drunk, at least in Joseph's opinion. It was also another reason he had told his brother to stay put. Still, he didn't want to be alone tonight, so he had put out a few calls to the people that he knew and even fought together with today, inviting them to come over if they so happened to want to do so. Sitting in his study, he stared at his glass of scotch, not quite ready to down it yet for whatever reason.

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[joseph_kendall]

"I'm sure if, worst comes to worst, you could always bring your grandmother and hide out here with me," Joseph offered. It wasn't as if he and his brother used even half of the rooms in this place. He wasn't even sure if some of these rooms had anything in them.

"You're right. Those creatures might be in one of your books." Those things they had fought today looked like something that had come out of a nightmare, so why wouldn't they be in some book somewhere? It made enough sense to Joseph, anyway.

"I can teach you how to use a gun if you'd like," Joseph offered. "I'm sure Fred is going to be overwhelmed with requests after this today."

"You did do awfully good with that hammer. I'd keep it, too, if I were you."

[quen]

"I'd like that a lot," Quen said, in regards to the gun training. He felt comfortable with Joseph, and he suspected that his friend would be a good teacher.

In regards to the hammer, Quen laughed and made a modest little gesture. "Oh, well you know-- I guess I got a bit carried away with it. Felt like I was doing a show, in a way. Maybe that helps though."

He pondered that, having another sip of his drink as he thought. "We have to do what we can for the town. Lord knows that the mayor isn't going to get out there on the front lines of town defense."

[joseph_kendall]

"Well, whenever you're ready, we'll get you started with some rifle training. I admit I'm not as good with a shotgun, but with those, it's a good bit more of just pointing and squeezing the trigger," Joseph said. He hoped that he would be a good teacher for his friend, anyway.

"I'd say that it helps in a way." It helped to not think of those things as the people that they still looked like, he supposed it would work better to think that it was part of the show.

He nodded at Quen's statement that they should do what they could. "But what all can we do, do you think?" he asked him. Yes, the mayor wasn't going to jump into the front lines, but he was at a loss at what all they should be doing.