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

[privateeyed]

. . . why is your brother arm-wrestling the big scary lady?

[look, he's going to ask, you pointed it out]

[watermarks]

He is? [She turns to glance over her shoulder at them.] ...of course he is.

[She glances at her drink like she is reconsidering alcohol for a moment and then shrugs.] ...they're... dating? Kind of? Or working on it?

[She has CONCERNS, and wishes she could just answer: Because Sokka is dumb, except she knows that's not true, and she knows there's got to be more to this than she immediately understands.

She just doesn't yet understand.]

[privateeyed]

. . . huh.

[he isn't here to judge what people are into. He does take a long sip of his beer, though] Weird ass courting ritual, then.

[watermarks]

[A slight slump to her shoulders.] It gets weirder. Apparently he has to defeat her in combat before they can officially date.

[Like... it's a biological/attraction thing that she... really doesn't want to think about, let alone explain to anyone else.] So... he's... training for that.

[Seriously wondering if she should go for something stronger now...

No. Nope. She'll just... go practice until she can't think about it anymore, especially the fact that it won't mean "dating" as much as an engagement which is so much more serious... Practicing. Yes. She'll go do that.]

[privateeyed]

Is that a . . . cultural thing for her or something? Like, 'cause normally you don't beat the crap out of people before you date.

[a pause, before he shakes his head] You know what? I don't want to know.

[watermarks]

Yeah... that's fair. [Because, yeah, she really doesn't want to think about it either. She finishes up her soda.] I'm... trying to see what happens. He says he really likes her, so...

[Shrug?]

[privateeyed]

Right. Well . . . best of luck to him, I guess. [he hopes he doesn't die trying]

[watermarks]

[ Yeah... she guesses. She stares into her empty glass.

Sigh. She is not sure that she wants to support him in this or not, but it's also not something she wants to rope Ben into so... ]

Yeah. [She takes a breath and then looks up.] Anyway, I should probably get going and let you get back to practicing bartending. But don't let the weird courtship thing fool you, Sokka's really good at making things.

[privateeyed]

[he wouldn't mind being roped, but he also isn't the type to just step into something uninvited, either]

Never doubted it, kinda hard not to believe it what with how many times you bring him up. [he means that in a good way] Sure you don't want to hang around?

[watermarks]

[She is STILL PROCESSING it internally, which means basically having it on hard AVOID. Get back to her after they duel on the planet.

As it is, 'How many times she's brought him up????'

...

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...okay, that's fair.] Just don't tell him that. [She shakes her head.] Nah, people get really dumb when they're drunk. And I have to go practice.

[Because she is a giant nerd.]

[privateeyed]

Tell him what? [see, he'll play along. He may not have siblings but he knows enough about them to know how that shit works.

He snorts] People get really dumb in general, not much of a difference there, you know. [...] All right. Where you practicing? Maybe I'll stop by after this.

[watermarks]

[ You are a Good Friend, Ben. Katara nods at that. Yes. Excellent. ]

Yes, but do they see friendly giant mushrooms? [ She is never letting that go.

Anyway, she shakes her head.] I was thinking of checking out to see if the pool room was free and using that water, if not I'll just find an empty room. If you want to come by, you can call me on the communicator and I'll let you know where it is.

[She should really get herself a regular practice room on this place, but... that's thoughts for another time. And she can't quite imagine why he'd want to - watching someone else practice has got to be so boring. But if he wants to come by, sure, why not?]

[privateeyed]

I mean, if they're high, probably. [what even, who sees that shit when they're drunk]

Okay, yeah, I'll give you a call. [aside from whatever he's supposed to do to try out for the job, he wasn't long for the party. It's a little too much for him]

[watermarks]

Alright. [ She gives Ben a smile and... slides her glass towards him, because she figures he's the one auditioning for the job, so he should be the one cleaning up? ] Good luck and have fun, I guess?

[privateeyed]

[he takes it with a snort, and stands up on the stool to reach over and deposit into where the dirty glasses go] I refuse to have fun. You can't make me.

[watermarks]

Of course I can't make you have fun, that would be the opposite of fun. [She is so not sure why he thought that he would enjoy doing this job.

She slides off her seat. Then she gives him a relentless, mischief-filled, optimistic grin.] But try anyway.

[Bwahahaha.]

[privateeyed]

[look jobs aren't for enjoyment, they're for money and killing time, that's his logic and he's sticking to it]

That's too much effort, fuck no.

[watermarks]

[ Maybe one of these days, Katara will not feel the need to roll her eyes at Ben in a conversation.

Today is not that day. ]

Yeah, it's not as though worthwhile things only come from effort.

[privateeyed]

[it'll never happen. His life's goal is to make people exasperated at him 24/7]

Yeah, but you specified fun. That's extra effort. I don't think I remember how anyway.

[watermarks]

[Indeed that is likely, as he has just caused her eyes to roll again.]

Sure you do. You just get it out of being difficult. Like right now.

[Sure, now she understands the appeal of bartending. Maybe he would make people wait a really long time for their drinks or deliberately mix up their drinks or something.]

[privateeyed]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[he would never!! . . . unless people were dicks to him, then he absolutely would do that]

[watermarks]

Of course not.

[Shaking her head at him, she lifts up a hand in farewell.] See you later, Ben.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, yeah. Whatever, catch you later.

[he will definitely stop by later to check in on her, though, jackass that he claims to be]