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, what's a good person and a bad person anyway? Just people making choices. [She's not really this dismissive of this concept. She's often worried she's not a good person because of the choices she made back home when all the good ones were crushed and there were just shades of bad left.]

Maybe I could take a look and see if I can get you a better kind of normal? Assuming I don't disable it completely.

[privateeyed]

I mean, it's both objective and subjective. For the most part though it's a gray area. [it's a bad idea to get into it anyway, he might show that he isn't as much of a jackass as he claims to be]

Uh - if you want? I'd rather you didn't disable it completely, because I'm shit at doing things with the other hand, y'know?

[passingthrough]

So much gray. [At least fifty shades.]

I should probably wait until I'm entirely sober then. [She was already planning to wait, not that breaking open an arm at a party wasn't a perfectly Kitty thing to do.]

But hopefully we can clear that up for you.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, no offense, but I'm real touchy about the arm and even letting you look is "a big deal". [he says, as if he's quoting someone. He even does the air quotes and makes a face] Or so I'm told.

THat'd be cool, though I might just need to suck it up and upgrade the whole thing sooner or later. I just don't want to go through all the surgery bullshit again.

[passingthrough]

[She nods.] Understood. [She wasn't really sure where he stood given that he had called for someone to help with it initially, but knowing you need help is different than really accepting it.] Thanks for letting me know.

It might go differently for you here with our assorted backgrounds. Did anyone else approach you about it from that time you made the call?

[privateeyed]

Might as well give you warning, just in case. [he isn't as twitchy about it as he used to be, but sometimes his issues with the whole thing like to rear their ugly hea]

Nope, you're the only one. Which is fine - I didn't think I'd get anyone.

[passingthrough]

I really thought you'd get more. Might have been the timing, or maybe that really is the state of things now. A lot of the tech guys I was close to before are gone now.

[privateeyed]

My timing is always shit, so I'm not surprised. [he shrugs] Ain't that big a deal, and who knows - maybe one of the planets we stop it is good at this stuff. I could get lucky for once.

[passingthrough]

That... [She feels all kinds of hesitant thinking of him procuring an arm from one of these worlds where they don't really know anyone or anything, but she supposes that's not all that different from what he's experiencing being on the ships. It's not like he's had that long to get to know any of them either.] Yeah, that could happen too. Or someone with intensive training in this field will just show up here.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, I'm hoping for the latter. [don't you worry, Kitty. He's mostly all talk when it comes to that. He's very particular about it all, it's a real problem that seems to work in his favor here] Doesn't hurt to look, though. Maybe from a safe distance, too.

[passingthrough]

[That's a relief to hear.] Good place to start.

So, are you meeting all the people of our fair fleet?

[privateeyed]

More or less. [his face scrunches up a little] Which reminds me of a question I've been meaning to ask - why the fuck is everyone so nice?

[passingthrough]

[That gets a laugh.] I have no idea. Confused the hell out of me too when I arrived at my first one of these. [Less so by the time she appeared in the fleet, but she was wary for a couple of weeks just in case.]

Everyone is definitely supposed to fear and hate me for what I am and now I've gotten so used to this, it's jarring if someone seems skeptical of me.

[privateeyed]

It's fuckin' weird! [you have no idea how caught up on this he is, Kitty] I get yelled at all the damn time for being me and it hasn't happened once since I've gotten here.

[no one judges him for being a jackass! It's not right!] Though, the uh - fearing and hating you thing? THat's good that it ain't here. If anyone shows up like that, tell 'em to fuck off out of a airlock or something.

[passingthrough]

Well, maybe we just have to get to know you better. [Smirking a little before it settles into a more appreciative smile.]

Thanks. I can't say some of them don't have some good cause at this point. But that part of human nature is what helped things get as bad as they did too.

[privateeyed]

There isn't much to know. Outside of the - cyborg shit and the army shit, I'm boring as hell.

[he snorts] What good cause? My point still stands. Or you can tell 'em to eat a dick, both works.

[passingthrough]

The good cause is a very dark story of genocide. Instead, let's hear a boring fact about you outside of those things then. We'll see if I yell. It's science. [Did the skimming past genocide thing work? She's trying to keep it marginally lighter since it's...a party? A drink testing? Possibly a date with Vash, what?]

[privateeyed]

[as a pro skimmer himself, it absolutely works. All it gets is a raised eyebrow and a mouthed "what the fuck"]

I live above an old deli that I use as my office. Like - old-fashioned kind. Still got the ticket thing for numbers and shit.

Is that boring enough?

[passingthrough]

[She just gives him a sheepish smile at the mouthing. She really doesn't mind going into it, but maybe another time?]

Sounds delicious actually. Cunning real estate acumen. I'll only be disappointed if you're actually allergic to cold cuts and can't eat there.

[privateeyed]

[definitely another time. That'd be one hell of a subject change]

Nope, not allergic. I fall asleep in the old display all the time. Surprisingly comfortable.

[passingthrough]

[Genoa salami over genocide any day!]

The old display? [Looking at him curiously, not sure what to picture.]

[privateeyed]

You know - the long counter with glass on one side so people can look in and pick what they want? That thing.

[passingthrough]

That doesn't sound sanitary. How is that more comfortable than your bed?

[privateeyed]

Hey, it's clean. It isn't like there's meat in it or anything. [a shrug] Bed's all the way upstairs, and I spend most of my time down in the office.

[passingthrough]

Well, it's pretty lazy sounding, but it still doesn't make me want to yell at you. It might if it were my deli though. Maybe you should get a couch for your office.