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]

[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.

[privateeyed]

I have two couches, but they're out front in the - whatever you want to call it, waiting area? Lobby? Whatever.

Besides, if someone comes in I'll hear it, and I can roll out before they catch me.

[passingthrough]

Two couches and a bed and you choose to sleep on a deli counter. I have concerns about you.

[privateeyed]

I sleep at my desk, too. Or in my storage area with my dog, if she's asleep in there.

Look, I sleep when and where I can. I'm not picky.

[passingthrough]

Weirdo. [She says it with more amusement than anything harsh or abrasive. You definitely couldn't scrub tough stains with it.]

Tell me more about this dog though. What's her name?

[privateeyed]

Yeah, yeah. [he'll own it, he knows he's weird]

My dog? Her name's Lady. She's a german shepherd, missing her right front leg - but she's got a metal one and could give two shits about it.

[passingthrough]

I like her already. [And she kind of reminds her of Furiosa. Is that wrong?] I have a direwolf pup named Seeker. He was left to me by a friend. He's on the fleet. I haven't had a pet back home in a long time.

[privateeyed]

A - direwolf? Seriously? I thought those things were extinct, that's pretty cool. [there it is, his random animal knowledge] My mom has one of those little yappy dogs now, but we've always had some kind of dog. Mostly like - retired army dogs.

[passingthrough]

I know, weird, right? He's from Robb's world though and while Robb isn't here he did seem to be from kind of an old timey place. Of course they also had dragons so it was a little more than that. Anyway, Seeker hasn't really grown much so I'm guessing the Atroma decided a pup-sized one needed to stay pup-sized. You can meet him sometime if you want.

[privateeyed]

Y'know I'd consider your world "old timey", just for future world referencing. [it's a joke, of course, but -] He had dragons? Okay, old-timey fantasy world? Huh, that's cool though. [a snort] Can't let the thing get big enough to eat anyone, I guess. But I'd like to meet him, sure.

[passingthrough]

[She just shakes her head in amusement.] Yeah, well, think more old timey. Think things like only using fire for light or heat for that matter.

I usually take him for afternoon walks on the Iskaulit if we're not on a planet that's good for him. We can probably arrange something.

[privateeyed]

The word you're looking for is "ancient" - or "medieval" if they're that old. [now he's just being a jerk for fun]

I spend a lot of time over here, so we'll probably run into each other. Regular ships are a bit too cramped for me to hang out there all the time.

[passingthrough]

Mmhmm.

Need your space for spreading out? Maybe playing frisbee?