Richie's Not Group Therapy Session

[mrsklover]

WHO: Richie and his band of depressed Losers(OTA)
WHERE: Cayde's Bar
WHAT: NOT therapy. Not therapy and not an AA meeting. Just hanging out.
WHEN: Few days after the Town Hall
WARNINGS: Probably some substance abuse/addiction talk.

Richie sent off a message to the whole network just a few hours ago:

It was for his Not Therapy session that he had proposed at the town hall meeting. Just a way for people to get together and to talk about shit happening here. Maybe get a support network that will keep some people sane. Richie knew how effective that was; his own Loser's Club had stopped him from being stupid after Eddie's death more times than they even knew about. It was important and, after learning that things around here could be just as randomly cruel, necessary, he thought. His mind kept returning to Tony at the bar with his sealed bottle of liquor. The talk of loss and all of that... 

Yeah. People around here seemed like they could use a social get-together that allowed them to talk about lost friends or loves. People came here and people left without warning. It was a hard way to live, being that powerless. But really, was it any different from where they came from? Really? 

Richie sighs as he gets to the bar early and grabs himself a drink of something strong and foul-tasting. He wants to make sure he sips it instead of slugging the whole thing down in one go. No chance of that with this. He sits down at a chair and drums his fingers on the table. Part of his brain is telling him this is stupid and pointless and that he looks stupid for even trying. He buries the thought under another sip and an off-tune humming rendition of 'I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts'.

If no one shows up he's still got his drink. That'll be just fine.
 

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[hadthehighground]

True to his word, Obi-Wan shows up. Much like Cobb, he's tired after a long day of work on the temple and having to care for two newborn infants. But it was nice to step away from a bit. To get a breather.

However, the Jedi is quiet as he sits there with his Jawa Juice that he had brought back from Coruscant. He knows what they're here for, but Obi-Wan isn't feeling especially chatty. There's a lot of things he could talk about, but should he? He's not entirely sure.

So instead he listens. Giving an ear to anyone who might want to talk about their own problems. Nodding in understanding and given his own words of encouragement. Back at the temple he already had an... experience with some attempted therapy. So he's reluctant to come out with his own past traumas. Instead taking solace in knowing that there are others here not unlike him.

[mrsklover]

Richie sees Obi-Wan come in and grins. "Beej!" He walks over and slaps the man hard on the back before plopping into a seat beside him. "Dude! How's it going? Have you seen the bantha? They're doing great. Even Yoyo, dumb little guy."

Richie sips on his own drink and peers over at what the other is drinking. He tsks lightly. "So. What'll it take for me to get alcohol in your hands, eh? Not to get drunk. Just a little. Social drinking, ya know?"

[hadthehighground]

“This is alcohol,” Obi-Wan says with a touch of annoyance after having braced himself for that slap on the back that he knew was coming. He didn’t need the Force to predict Richie’s moves at this point.

“And yes I’ve seen the banthas lately. Had to make sure they’re still alive after all.”

Because with Richie, who knows.

[mrsklover]

"Hey! Look at that! You can party with the rest of us. Awesome!"

Richie punches his shoulder lighter and in a friendly way before offering a laugh. "And yeah. Yeah, I think that skepticism is pretty legit. I just found out from Cobb that apparently I need to get a big comb for their hair. If the next step is shampoo and full body massages, I am really gonna regret this purchase."

[hadthehighground]

"I'm not sure I would call it partying, but yes, I do drink sometimes."

Not very often mind you, though he certainly felt like he had more reason to lately. But alcohol tended to dull his senses and that wasn't good for a Jedi. The Jedi's lips quirk slightly when he hears about the bantha comb. He has a feeling Cobb might be pulling his leg on that.

"Don't forget to brush their teeth as well."

[mrsklover]

Richie blanches.

"Their teeth too? What the fuck?! You couldn't have warned me that I needed to be a cow beautician for these guys? What comes next?!"

He groans and thuds his forehead against the counter.

"Okay. I guess I need to get a toothbrush, too. And...toothpaste? Jesus. I regret giving myself a responsibility."

[hadthehighground]

“Consider yourself fortunate,” Obi-Wan says in a completely serious tone as he takes another sip of his drink.

“You could have bought Eopie instead. They come from the same planet and have a reputation for rather remarkable flatulence.”

Yes he pretty much just said that there are animals with epic farts. And it’s true.

[mrsklover]

Richie burst out laughing. "Oh my God. There are fart animals?! That is amazing. I should have gotten one! Damn it! What a wasted opportunity. Tell me more animals that are amazing and hilarious."