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

[passingthrough]

Oh, so fisty. So cated. I thought you were someone else for a minute like a very tall Chuuya.

[goldenglasses]

No-no-no! If I was a tall Chuuya then I would be wearing a very fancy hat! [He looks around the bar. Frowns for a moment as he apparently can't find what he wants before shouting: Ah-ha! That bowl of peanut looking things? Those are getting dumped out as he slams the bowl on top of his head.]

Now I look like a very tall Chuuya with a cool hat!

[passingthrough]

[She laughs at that and winces a little while she's at it.] Okay, first of all, Chuuya wouldn't be caught dead in that hat. Second of all, your very tall hair is going to be full of peanut dust. How much have you had?

1/3

[goldenglasses]

Ah, let's see I had-- a number! [He lost count.] And my hair will be fine! It smells like peanuts now! Who doesn't like peanuts?

2/3

[goldenglasses]

People who are allergic to peanuts are probably...

3/3

[goldenglasses]

ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO PEANUTS!? [This is clearly something to be shouting about.]

[passingthrough]

No... Are you worried I was going to be licking your hair tonight?

[goldenglasses]

Huh... [He hadn't thought of that before, but he is now.] That's... really weird. I feel like that's a good way to get dry mouth. I would not suggest licking anyone's hair. [Still really weird. And now he can't stop picturing it.]

[passingthrough]

Not really a move of mine. I tend to keep the licking on skin. [She smirks at him.]

1/?

[goldenglasses]

[Huh. Licking on the skin. That's a thing and it makes really more sense. A lot more sense than say licking his hair. And now his mind is pictur--]

2/?

[goldenglasses]

[Opps. The still somewhat sober part of his mind quickly steps in. NO! STOP BRAIN! DON'T DO THAT! NOT HERE! THAT WOULD BE BAD! BAD AND JUST RUDE STOP!

Look at the way his ears and part of his cheeks suddenly flush red.]

3/3

[goldenglasses]

Ah-hahahahahaha! YEAH! That would ah, be a much better move! Less ah, um, dry mouth! And ah... yeah! [Please wait while you Vash version 2.0 reboots.] HAHAHAHAHA!

[passingthrough]

[She shakes her head at all the nonsensical laughing and reaches up to remove his "hat" and brushes her fingers through his hair to help him get rid of any lingering peanut residue.] You are really concerned with dry mouth.

1/3

[goldenglasses]

[Damn. Why does the way her fingers being in his hair feel so good. He's going to blame the alcohol. Even if it's not to blame.]

Well, of course I am! Who wouldn't be?! It's the leading cause of...!

2/3

[goldenglasses]

[...]

3/3

[goldenglasses]

...being thirsty? Ahem! [He attempts to distract himself with scooping up the tipped over peanuts and putting them back into the bowl. Surely people will want them now that the bowl has been sitting on his head. Of course all he's really doing is trying to find somewhere else to look then at Kitty's face right now.]

Would you like a drink?

[passingthrough]

I'm still working on a drink. I have to stay sober enough to carry you home the way you're going.

[She reaches over for her hand to cover his as he works on returning them to the bowl.] You know, maybe just throw those peanuts out at this point.

[goldenglasses]

Pfft. Why not let yourself go! I'll be fine! I don't even have to go home here! Don't have to worry about freezing or overheating on a space ship!

[There's an excited shiver he feels tingle it's way up his spine when she covers his hand with hers.] O-ooh? You think so? But that would be a waste! Maybe I could eat them! They've only been on the bar a little bit. [He rattles off these thoughts quickly to distract himself from wanting to squeeze that hand.]

[passingthrough]

Maybe, just definitely don't serve them to the unsuspecting. [Listen, she's seen people eat a lot worse and they're probably still better than the rations. She doesn't like seeing food wasted either since safe food had been somewhat scarce back home. She withdraws her hand, not realizing the effect it had in the first place.]

And you saw first hand what happened last time I "let myself go." [Using that hand to help her make air quotes.]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, but that was drinking for a sad reason. Today we're drinking for fun! I'm sure it will go better this time! [Because clearly she regrets that "thing" he is refusing to think about right now. He is too drink to think about that right now. But he knows he's not who she wanted to be kissing so he's jumped to the conclusion that she hated it.]

[passingthrough]

Yeah, I'm not sure I do happy drunk that well. [Or maybe she just only drinks when she's not and that's the issue.] Clearly, you're the master. [She's embarrassed about some things that happened that night, but kissing Vash is...too complicated to just be embarrassed about.]

[goldenglasses]

Well, then I shall become your teacher! As my first lesson my young pup-pupil! Ummm... [He trails off for a moment as he leans over the bar. Hands searching around as he knocks one bottle over and it falls to the floor before rolling away. Eventually he picks himself back up from the bar with a glass tumbler in his hand along with a bottle of white wine.] Huh. [Not what he was expecting, but it's alcohol so he's fine in the end.

He pours about a shot's worth of the wine into the tumbler with a grin.] Drink that!

[passingthrough]

Mmm, pass. [Not because she won't drink white wine, but more because being ordered to do anything sets off her stubborn side. It's a pretty big side. Also the last time she actually asked him to teach her something with the gun didn't work out so well.] Why's it so important to you that I drink more?

[goldenglasses]

Eh, it's not. So I'll drink it! [He tips it back and empties the glass himself.] I just hope you're having a good time tonight!


...also I might be a tad drunk. [He's had some really strong alcohol tonight. Stronger what he's had in the past and it's surprised him. He probably could sober up right quick if he had to, but without a bounty on his head? He's allowing himself to relax a bit.]

[passingthrough]

I am. [Relaxing a little when he doesn't push it further.] Are you? [She can tell he's drunk. She just hopes that's not another form of hiding.]