Can Any Of Us Even Get Drunk

[mikangirl]

Who: Space Bar staff and special guests
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Space Bar!
When: One fine night after closing

[The Space Bar staff made good use of the ever-replenishing alcohol supply at their last stop, and Nami and Remy got around to discussing the idea of testing various experimental mixes to come up with new additions for the menu.  I mean, add to that Nami hasn't made a decision which one of the applicants should take the main bar job, so clearly the best idea is to shove them all into one place and ply them with alcohol while they talk to each other and work it out after that.

No, it's a good idea.  Shut up.

...okay.  It may just be a good excuse for a party.  Sue her.]



((ooc: this is a mingle!  It's open to job applicants and regulars who hold their liquor and their plus ones.  If you think that might mean you, you're more than welcome here!))

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ben douglass | ota

[privateeyed]

[being the anti-social butterfly that he is, Ben's sat at the furthest corners of the bar, beer in hand but barely touched. It isn't that he doesn't like drinking, it's just that he's a lightweight. In the sense that four beers is enough to put him down, and that's not taking into account the artificial liver.

If he isn't sitting pretending to drink his beer, then he's behind the bar, examining what's there and figuring out the bartender thing. How hard could it be? He didn't have to talk to people, right?

Why someone who doesn't like socializing and can't drink much decided to be a bartender is a mystery even to Ben, but he's here]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki squints at him. ]

I cannot believe you're worse at this than I am.

[privateeyed]

[Ben squints back, eyebrows raised]

I aim to disappoint. What am I worse at?

[dothelokimotion]

Bartending. I take it you're not familiar with this line of work.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, no, this isn't in my wheel house. [he gives a shrug] But I figure it ain't too hard to learn.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki's gaze roams over Ben. ]

Maybe harder than you think.

[privateeyed]

Eh, I like a challenge. And it gives me something to do.

If I don't improve and suck that much then the boss lady's more than welcome to kick my ass out.

[mikangirl]

[That sure is some heavy pretending he's got going on there. Nami slides into a seat next to him.]

Not to your taste?

[privateeyed]

—what?

[he glances from his beer to her and back before he snorts and takes a real drink] Nah, it's good, just - keeping it slow.

[mikangirl]

Well, if you're not much of a drinker it's a better choice. [Responsibility is good. Or... well, not wanting to get drunk in front of people you don't trust is also good.] At least the bartender is meant to remain sober.

[privateeyed]

I'm not not a drinker by choice. It only takes me a few beers before I'm hammered. [he can't even blame his shitty circumstances for it, either]

[mikangirl]

One of the unlucky ones. I guess at least your liver will last longer than any of ours.

[In her defence, she has no idea.]

[privateeyed]

[with the straightest face]

My liver's fake. You already beat me.

[passingthrough]

Oh no, not you again. [She smiles at the recent arrival, not actually looking displeased to see him. She also happily makes her way into the furthest, darkest, dustiest corner for him. Being near people, but keeping her distance was a very Kitty circa MarinaNova move though she doesn't assume he has the same reasons necessarily.]

How'd you get the invite?

[privateeyed]

Oh no, it's me. Gross. [is his totally mature and adult response. Dusty, dark corners were made for him, though, that's why he gravitates towards them]

I applied to be a bartender. I need something to do with my free time. How'd you get them to let you in?

[passingthrough]

Oh, the grossest. [She takes a seat. The asking permission and having it granted was implied, right?]

One of the already gainfully employed bartenders invited me. I'm well connected.

[privateeyed]

[it was absolutely implied]

Yeah? Didn't know connections were a thing here, I guess I better start building that up. [he totally will, too] How've you been?

[passingthrough]

[Yes, good.]

I figured they were a thing everywhere. [Not that she wasn't mostly kidding, but it is good to have friends.]

I've definitely been a lot worse. I've got a drink to nurse and people to bother. What more could a person want? What about you? How's tricks?

[privateeyed]

Figured folks were too nice for that shit here.

I don't know about the bothering part, but drinks are pretty good. [he won't answer the what more question, though, out of politeness] Only malfunctioned once today, so that's my high point for the day. Got low standards.

[watermarks]

[ When she learned he was auditioning for the job, Katara asked if she might be able to pop by and see - and so, sure enough, here she was, about midway into the evening. ]

How's the try-outs going?

[privateeyed]

[the face he gives her about answers it, or he just doesn't like being here. It could go either way]

Hell if I know. I didn't want to turn up the charm too much, it might work against me.

[watermarks]

[ Ouch. ]

That good, huh?

[privateeyed]

I'm not too worried about it. Honestly, just wanted something to do with my free time. She's looking for reliefs too, so - you never know.

[watermarks]

[ She leans her elbows on the bar.]

What's the competition look like?

[privateeyed]

[he does the same, then points out the ones he knows are also vying for the job]

I can't compete with muscle-y guys and gods. Ain't even gonna try.