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!))

Comments

[tempredmental]

[At first, Keith looked like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. If he was bad at hiding his thoughts and feelings before, he was even worse when he was drunk. He blinked, stared at her for a second, and then sloooooowly shifted his eyes to look towards Lance for a second, then back at her.]

Uh... why would you think that?

[And then he had trouble trying to keep a straight face.]

[pidge_out]

[Oh Keith. You sweet, simple, desert child.]

[She's just gonna raaaaaaaaaaaaaaise an eyebrow at him. Let her eyes flit over toward Lance. Then back onto Keith.]

..Really?

[tempredmental]

Look... okay? He did bring me in here... and so did some other people... and they were friends and we all thought it would be kinda fun... and yeah! Like, it's fun. [He was definitely drunk. He laughed a little, starting to lose it.] I haven't had fun like this at a party in a while. [As in... the last time he let himself get drunk at a Garrison party he'd been dragged to unwillingly.]

[pidge_out]

[Pidge listens to him, head tilted ever so slightly and that one eyebrow still raised. She can definitely guess that Keith's had a good deal of social lubricant. Mainly because he's just described his current state as "having fun", and she's not sure he's ever used that phrase around her before.]

As long as you're okay, then? [She's gotta look out for her fellow introvert, after all.

She then glances back toward Lance for a second.] And that idiot's looking out for you, right?

[tempredmental]

What? Yeah! Of course... we're fine. Everything's fine. [Keith waved his hand in Pidge's face.] Nothing wrong here. See? Fine! [He chuckled.] It's good. You should hang out.

[Aaaand yeah. That probably was most definitely not the best idea. Pidge was definitely underage, and had just broadcast strange drunk drawings from Keith's board over the network about a month ago, so she probably wouldn't be able to get anything anyway. But she could still hang out... with like... water to drink...]

[pidge_out]

Hang out.

[She echoes the words back like they're a completely foreign concept to her. Which, in a sense, they kind of are. At least in this context.

Her head tilts again, an oh-so-subtle crease forming between her eyebrows as she looks at him.]

How much have you had to drink so far?

[tempredmental]

Mm... I uh... I don't know. [He laughed a little, almost like a deep giggle.] That's bad, right? Like... I think I lost count.

I had a dack-keery... dack... dack-something-or-other. It was really sweet. Not sure I liked it.