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[ploutos.insanejournal.com]

Who: Ploutos & 4chan
What: Hanging out and drinking, because they're awesome
When: Sunday night
Where: Ploutos' place
Warnings: Language, 4chan, drinking, tbd


Ploutos hadn't met many of the newer gods, but of the few that he had, he found that he rather liked 4chan. He was funny, and he didn't hold anything back. And Ploutos respected that in a person. So he'd invited him over to his apartment for drinks, because Sunday nights were boring, and he liked having company around. It made his apartment less quiet.

He had some beer in the fridge, a bottle of Dionysus' wine on the counter, and some bottles of various spirits in a cupboard. He wasn't sure what the other god liked, but he was pretty sure he'd covered most of his bases.

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[mootles.insanejournal.com]

"Peachy, hm?" 4chan was practically leaning on the kitchen counter already, slipping his jacket onto a nearby chair, hoping that that arrangement was alright, as he tried not to look to excited about the prospect of drinking with someone. It was going to be a mess, but he didn't care. "As long as you're happy with what you're doing and not about to go postal- it's cool." he stretched a little, joints here and there giving the smallest pop at his movements.

"And fucking yes, dude. Anything you've got."

[ploutos.insanejournal.com]

"Rest assured, I'm not about to go postal," Ploutos told him. "Working with gems is something I've been doing for quite a while, and my uncle and cousin keep sending me gems and encouraging me, so that's always a plus."

"That really depends on what you want," he said. "I've got beer, some wine made by the god of wine, and a couple different kinds of liquor. Right now...I'm having rum, I think."