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Following one of The Guild’s major successful missions, Fitzgerald decided that he would be generous and host a party. Of course, the idea confused a few of the Guild members- but most everybody just went with it

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—By the time it was 9:30pm, Mark had already blacked out from alcohol, Lovecraft had fallen asleep and been dragged to his bed, Poe had quickly bailed because he was worried about the alcohol, and Herman had excused himself for the night

Currently, collected in one of the meeting rooms of the Guild headquarters, Fitzgerald sat on his couch with his 4th cup of whiskey while Louisa stood beside him. Louisa was far too timid to touch any sort of vice, but felt obligated to stand there beside Fitzgerald, so she just stood in the background awkwardly. John was happily chirping away, explaining something about seed growth to no one in particular while having already consumed a few cans of beer. Lucy and Margaret were having some sort of back-and-forth, both slightly intoxicated, and Nathaniel just sort of stood there, staring at the shot in his hand with utter distaste