meme; magical beach bar

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   Magical Beach Bar Meme

Whether you're on a tropical vacation or you're not entirely sure why this thing is here at all, you've found the Star del Mar— a seemingly normal beach bar that's built just to get you into Situations. Come have a drink, and maybe end up somewhere you didn't mean to be.

This is meant to be a lighter fare meme for easy jump-ins and match-ups, but as always, putting some prefs in your toplevel will help others know what you're looking for.

Warning: while it's meant to be played light, this meme includes themes of unreality, alcohol influence, judgement influence, and potentially other subjects that come with being forced into a place you didn't mean to go.

1. A Lover's Bar: You're here, and you're ready to drink. Maybe you planned to be social, maybe you didn't— but you're not really going to waste the chance to hang out and relax in a beach bar, are you? It's sunny, the drinks are good— but there's no solo seating. You'll have to sit at the bar with everyone else, or share a table with someone, because no one will bring you a drink otherwise.

   Not a fan of socializing and managed to find a table all to yourself? Ah, too bad. The place is definitely enchanted, and just as you've sat your butt down somewhere you think is unoccupied, you'll look up to see a partner magically at your table. It's a bar for the lonely, after all.

2. We're under a Star: Or perhaps you've come here at night when the sea breeze is cooler. You'll find the whole place decorated with torch lights and neon, and you might even catch a few employees serving drinks around fire pits just outside the bar. They're even offering boat rides at the lagoon nearby, which is absolutely lit with some kind of weird bioluminescence no one wants to explain. Ah, well, it's probably safe to just drift along with your thread partner; there's drinks in the cooler, enough room for you both to lean back, and the little boat path probably leads right back around to the bar. Probably.

3. Bottom of the Jar: You've gotten toasted. Twisted. Terribly drunk. You've drunk so much, in fact, that you've blacked out— whether or not that's something you're used to. But when you wake up, you're not at your beautiful bar anymore at all. You've woken up on a desert island with nothing but a cooler full of drinks, a pair of fishing poles, a lean-to shelter from the sun, a pair of chairs decked out with beach umbrellas— and your thread partner. The sun seems far from setting, the weather is perfect, the sea smells crisp, and you're not in any immediate danger— maybe you can chill for a while before you start freaking out?