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

[moseyin]

Prrrobably tequila. [Takes a second before downing that shot, because while he's not worried about the liquor he kind of hasn't eaten much today and it's still not pleasant on an empty stomach.] Wouldn't the blue stuff be back in the kitchens?

[wingenvy]

[There's a clinking of bottles and Zack emerges again with a dwindling bottle of tequila and some blue colouring. Found it! ...Hey.]

The shot wasn't for you, man, I'm trying to make the drink! Ya lush.

[He goes to pour another and sticks a cup upside down over the shot.]

What would make it cloudy? Milk, maybe? Wait, that sounds kinda gross.

[moseyin]

Yeah no way, that would be disgusting. There's orange juice in there, Zack. [hand creeps toward that shot anyway]

[wingenvy]

Oh, orange juice... yeah, that's an idea. Sunsets are red too, we should use grenadine.

[He pokes his head up from under the counter again, eyeing Cloud, and then drags the shot below with him. Stop that, supplies are limited.]

[moseyin]

[SIGHS, rests chin in hand.] You don't really have to remake it, just put your own thing together. Get Nami to drink it, she'll hire you on the spot.

[wingenvy]

Yeah, but I want to. I wanna experience it!

[Not like he can go back and try it now.]

[moseyin]

[...right.] You've seen a sunrise in Junon, right? [Since that's the namesake.] Describe it to me.

[wingenvy]

...Hmm...

[Zack crosses his eyes, brows furrowed, and ponders for a moment. It's been a while, but if he thinks about it--]

It's all reds and greys. The water and the air around the cannon's gone all murky, it isn't as clear as what you'd get at Costa del Sol. And since the sun's coming from the opposite side, you don't really see anything but light till it's midday- when it's up past the east mountains.

[Thinking about it like that, it sounds like it ought to be some kind of cheerful misery drink, what you'd order to warm your belly on a shitty day.]

[moseyin]

So...make what you see. [Cloud rests his chin in his hand again, looking up at Zack with a soft expression on his face.] Who cares what some idiot in Costa del Sol made? I bet those beach bunnies haven't ever even been to Junon.

Make a drink a SOLDIER would want after being up all night in Junon, of all god-awful places.

[wingenvy]

[A quirked brow, and with a thoughtful "huh", Zack moves to start mixing, experimenting with the blue and the orange to see how the layered effect might work.]

Are you a romantic at heart, Cloud? Because that was actually kinda smooth.

[moseyin]

I'm just tryin' to get free drinks. [But he's smiling, just barely visible past his hand]

[wingenvy]

I knew it, you mooch.

[There's a little splish-splash of mixing liquids under the counter, and then Zack slides a cocktail towards Cloud, blue and orange with swirls of discoloured mix in between as the two clash. It doesn't look much at all like a Junon Sunrise, but it looks alright.]

[moseyin]

[Cloud picks it up to take a look- kind of looks like a sunrise in Junon though, and when he takes a swig he doesn't grimace.] ...it's good. Here, [holds it out for Zack to take and try.]

[wingenvy]

[Zack gives it a little swirl and downs the other half, nodding slowly to himself.]

Not bad, yeah. What do you think, more of a Junon Sky?

[moseyin]

Yeah, maybe midday? Dusk? [It's honestly hard to tell, even up on the docks.] ...you gonna take this job, Zack?

[wingenvy]

I'm thinking I might, if she offers it to me. Yeah. I dunno, I like it. Not a whole lot gets me relaxed these days.

[Too many years in the lab jerking awake at every door click, watching for clipping feet on tile, shuffling papers, liquid poison bubbling, of lonely isolation once the mako took Cloud too far away from him. Too many months on the road getting a few hours of half-sleep here and there, clawing his way out of a nightmare and muffling his voice behind dirty gloved hands because the Turks or the troopers could be right around the corner. Five years stole away a lot of his inner-chill, and he's still trying to find it again.

This place has helped, weirdly, even with all the bad shit that goes down. It's a taste of normal, domesticity, that he's never had before, not like this. Getting a job for just- service, helping people, listening to them, giving them something to take the edge off? It's eerily therapeutic, and he's trying not to think about it like that to avoid ruining the effect, but. Yeah?]

...Yeah.

[moseyin]

[That's a long pause and a whole lot of emotions flitting across your face there, pal. Cloud just watches him quietly, arms folded casually over his chest, leaned back against the bar.]

-you'll get it, [he says confidently, finally.] She'd be crazy not to ask you.

[wingenvy]

[Zack hums quietly, appreciatively, and moves to wash the now-empty glass and mixer.]

Well, sure. I am a guy who can do anything, after all.