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driftfleet2018-04-28 09:59 am
mikangirl) wrote in driftfleet2018-04-28 09:59 am
Can Any Of Us Even Get Drunk
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!))
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!))
Looma | OTA
[Frankly once things went back to normal, Looma was all too happy to jump at the opportunity to not have to sit and think about the past several days. She'd never paid much mind to the augments they were given, even considered them somewhat helpful (if intrusively delivered), but that was something she'd definitely reconsider going forward.
For now? She was in full distraction mode. Sure it was a party, and the expected precautions had been taken beforehand, but for the first part of the evening she's focused on heavily moderating her behavior. Not drinking (much), keeping a watchful eye on everyone who is lest they get a little too rowdy, and even doing a few temporary stints behind the bar herself to ease the workload. Simpler requests like beer or straight liquor, mostly, but easing the workload a bit meant allowing a coworker a break to go have some fun of their own. She might not have been the most affable bartender, but the extra hands and a distaste for distractions meant she made up for it in efficiency.
Friend or not, nobody would have to wait long to get their booze with her. Plus, no matter how much liquid courage went down the hatch, having a giant four-armed bartender was still one hell of a deterrent toward anyone daring to try slipping away without settling their tab.]
[PLAY]
[Of course, later in the evening, once things appeared to be going along just fine without her supervision, Looma's going to give in and celebrate like anyone else. Mostly.
She doesn't like the taste of most of the liquor, but she is putting away a lot of the lesser stuff. Actual glasses never stood a chance, and unless she's being a sport and trying one of Space Bar's experimental drinks, it's unlikely you'll find her with anything so small as a pint glass. Beer goes down by the liter- she's usually seen carrying two at a time just to avoid having to walk back and forth so often. Wine or the occasional liqueur, meanwhile, is being enjoyed straight from the bottle.
It's probably not something that's going to end well, but hey, her metabolism being what it is? The worst anyone present will likely have to deal with is an overly friendly princess giving them a painful clap on the shoulder in greeting, or a playful shove that may or may not feel like being broadsided by a rugby player.
Well, that and the occasional challenge to an arm wrestling match. Anyone even passingly familiar with her might have known better, but the newer people? Someone responsible should probably warn them.]
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So she tries to shelve the misgivings that come with someone so much bigger than her being so much drunker than her and shakes her head with a laugh at the challenge issued.]
An arm wrestling match with you? I want to keep my arms for the morning, thanks.
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[The one who's currently...very, very drunk. Blood alcohol content so high it might actually burn drunk.
She doesn't really count on it being reliable, timely pay.]
I thought the point of this gathering was to have fun!
[Not that she's going to push too hard for it, but she is trying her level best to lay on some puppy dog eyes nonetheless. She may have learned of the trick from Sokka, though...it is, admittedly, pretty difficult to pull off for someone whose eyes are completely featureless.]
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You know, I hear we have people with super strength on board. I wonder if any of them are here tonight...
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I mean probably not, it's as much about asserting dominance as it is entertaining herself]Well, I never said you would have to attempt it alone. You can have help!
[Come on Nami, you'll be fiiiine... probably.]
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When she makes her way to him, his raises his glass in greeting.]
Has anyone actually taken you up on that arm wrestling match yet?
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[Don't be fooled by that sweet (?) smile, Sokka. This is absolutely a trap.]
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Suuuure. Though this doesn't count as a proposal, because I know I would absolutely lose in this one. But! I'll give you a good challenge until you break my wrist.