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Who: Anyone! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On the FLOOT LOOP stations! Or the planet!
When: WHENEVER time is an illusion.

[you know the drill! this is a mingle for the stations floating around the bizarre forest planet, or the forest planet itself!

want to get away from the forest illusions? are you stopping for supplies? were you just really craving a bowl of Floot Loops for some reason? whether you are backdating for pre-planet shenanigans or just want to mess around, this is the post for you!]

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[grabs his shotglass, slugs it down, slams it on the counter. he has no answer for you, but does make kind of this... gagging sound... it's totally gross, whatever it is.]

All right! Next one, in three, two, one - [She takes the shot]

[they are going to give this bar a lot of money, aren't they. he'll keep up with her as fast as she can down them...]

[This is doing exactly what she wanted. She can feel herself mellowing, though her eyes are bright. As such she'll be happy to get drunk.]

Hmm, I suppose I'd better be careful. I probably shouldn't piss in an alley here. [And then she laughs. Remember? Remember?]

You're fucking weird.

[that's what he has to say to that--and is maybe the first thing he's said all evening. making eye contact. TAKING ANOTHER SHOT.]

Don't pretend, you'd be bored to tears otherwise!

[SHE TAKES A SHOT TOO.]

[he rolls his eyes. wow though the room kind of did this spinny thing when he did that. is it kicking in? how drunk is he?]

[She laughs in a goodnatured way. She's definitely feeling this too, but the head-spinning sense of disconnection is just what she wanted from her alcohol. She might regret it in the morning, but even headaching, hangovery misery will be a good distraction from that music.]

What do you think! Better or worse than the first planet?

[The booze, she means. And she picks up another shotglass...]

[oh, he makes a face as he reaches for another glass too, shaking his head. way worse.]

[She laughs giddily.]

All right! Three, two, one - [And takes it. Getting silly here.]

[he has no commentary. another shot! though he's starting to squint at her, wondering when she could possibly... stop... he's really starting to not feel good, with all this sugar in his stomach...]

[She slams the glass down and grins at him.]

Maybe I'll puke in an alley this time.

Hey. [...an uneven pause.] I did that, right.

You threw up? I don't know...

[Haha she giggles. What a cute mental image...]

You can't puke on every station.

[is what he's really trying to say here. are they still doing shots? he reaches for the next shot. they're probably still doing shots. he's not on the floor yet.]

[Something about this strikes her as so funny that she just starts laughing, and leans back in her seat to laugh even more.]

Hey, you don't know, maybe I can. Every station! Every station we visit!

No.

[maybe she's going to fall out of her seat. maybe. maybe he can push her out of her seat. he is going to lean precariously out of his stool and try to push her out of her seat.]

[She flails around wildly as she's shoved... IF SHE GOES, SHE'S TAKING YOU WITH HER, KID. She falls down and promptly tries to kick him under the table. In fact, being under the table makes kicking EASIER.

Take that!!!!]

[he was already on his way down, but his leg gets kicked out from under him.

and he just. lets it happen. he probably lands on her arm or something, with an only semi-aware grunt because that kind of hurt.]

Hey. [he says. instantly. to the floor.]

[Drunk cackling directly in his ear]

[where is her face. he is going to shove her face.]

Hey.

[Oops those fingers went into her mouth]

Mmblah - [She's biting a little :|]

[it takes him a while to notice, but he eventually... removes his hand...? from her face?]

[Lets... him...

And then pushes herself up to sit.]

All right, you... layabout! On your feet!

[he, unsteadily, gets to his feet and offers her a hand up.]