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Who: Anyone who wants to come!
What: Autumn (Equinox) Celebration
When: Today, at 9PM to Midnight (and maybe even after)
Where: Around the Rec Center
Summary: Brigade party! There's food! There's lights! There's music! There's fireworks!
Rating: A for Abacus

There were lights! Autumn-appropriate decorations! There were tables of food (though very little of it is vegetarian friendly)! There was even a stage for music and entertainment! Still waiting was the fireworks to take place at midnight, but otherwise things were set up to more or less respectable Brigade standards. Maybe Haruhi hadn't done it herself, but it was done well enough, thanks to the efforts of being coordinated by Mikage.

The stage was left open for anyone to perform that wanted to. The karaoke machine had been dragged outside for people to sing along to, regardless of talent, or otherwise just to play music when no one was on stage. Naturally inside the Rec Center itself is a variety of pool tables, foosball, air hockey, and a TV with some video games. Just enough to keep things a little fun. If only there was a pool.

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[It's a terrible shame he doesn't have a glass to hold, but he raises his cigarette instead.]

To dear old friends.

[He takes the last puff and flicks it off his fingers instead of a drink.]

There is a toast I would drink to, had I the gin.

Have you been to Good Spirits?

I haven't been very many places, and that is on the list of the many.

It'd satisfy your craving for gin, at least.

Now that is something I must make note of. Honestly, I couldn't say where I've come to. The party was a bit of a lucky stumble. If I may ask?

The wreck center. [One can hear the W when he says it.] The name speaks to the sort of party, I suppose.

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It is a rather pathetic circumstance. Now the relation of the gin to here?

[Not that he means to abandon Archie to the party. No, he means to invite Archie out for drinking, if there is the chance for it.]

[He points.] That way. I could show you, if you like.

[Guy grins.]

Absolutely. I'm yours to show. Perhaps we'll stay and have a drink.

It would be preferable to this, certainly. [Archie gestures for Guy to take the lead out of the rec center.]

[He takes the cue and leads the way out, waiting to follow Archie the rest of the way.] Drinking is highly preferable to quite a few things.

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[Archie sets a course for Good Spirits.] The Royal Navy agrees with you, sir. Evidently drinking is highly preferable to mutiny.

[Guy quirks an eyebrow at the dash back in history again. There are some moments he forgets.] Apparently it is. Though I do believe there is some goodness to rationing?

[Says the man who does not believe in rationing himself.]

The goodness being that you get to eat and drink every day.

[He hadn't meant it in that context, but now that Archie says it, it does make sense.]

Very important things, I believe. Vital to keeping it all going. As much as I love food, I think I love good drink more, given my choices. The both paired exquisitely, however, is a meal I can't refuse.

[That's what the BBC's dime is for, after all!]

I'm glad any day I don't have to make the choice.

It's not a choice I could make. I know that well enough.

[He is too passionate a man to be regimental. But all who know Guy Burgess know this all too well. He even carries his emotions in the way he walks, and at the moment, his steps are slightly more lumbering through his terribly large clothing, nights of being fraught with imaginative terror, and being so very tired. None of them could sleep still. He hopes liquor will help, for although his friends will never say it, they don't sleep when he can't. They're far too worried they'll catch him in front of the mirror again, trying to scrape away his own skin where the tattoo rested on his neck.]

[They reach Good Spirits. Archie pulls open the door.] There's also a night club here, if you know what that is. Someone from the nineteen fifties established it and I worked there for a little while. After you, sir.

I'm quite familiar with clubs. I spent quite a bit of my time in them back in England. Best place to meet old boys and the posh for all purposes.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

[He walks inside and turns to face Archie.]

You worked in the club? Might I ask what you did?

[Archie comes in after him and closes the door.] I waited tables. I didn't like it at all, but it was something to do.

I don't think I could wait tables. I'm far more comfortable in the kitchen and I'm the sort of person who's a bit too honest for humouring people who demand things of you constantly.

[Guy looks around.]

Nice bar. I like it.

Good. It's the only one, besides the one in the club. I don't much like the person running it now, or I would still work there, I expect.

No?

[He walks over and takes a seat up at the bar, a nondescript stool without putting much thought into the choice.]

Is it terribly indecent of me to wonder why?

It's a bit difficult to explain. You know about the shifts round here, don't you?

[At first Guy gives him a bit of a strange look. He's never been to these places, and obviously wouldn't know a damned thing about shifts of workers other than that they all wanted to work there. It all seems very suspect, even now.

Then he remembers the guide. His mind fumbles over the word. Shift, shift. A shift. The shifts. After sorting his face through a few expressions he seemingly understands.]

I've read something about them. They sound simple but I'm sure they're all absolute flaming hell.