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]

[Amused by his matched dryness.]

Yeah, having some routine helps. A lot actually. At least for me. I'm always working out if nothing else.

[privateeyed]

Don't gotta tell me that, most of my life is practically routine. [out of necessity, really] I saw the gym, though - I used to do that kind of stuff regularly, when I was in training and shit.

[passingthrough]

Thinking about getting back into it?

[privateeyed]

Dunno. Ain't like I got a reason to, really.

[passingthrough]

We do have the occasional skirmish. But it's not a lot.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, but I'm real lazy, and I've got access to weapons.

[passingthrough]

A weapon is only as good as the person using it.

[privateeyed]

Good thing I know how to use 'em, then.

[...]

Pretty good with blunt objects, too.

[passingthrough]

That feels almost threatening with drinks on the table. [She feels zero percent threatened.]

[privateeyed]

You must be easily threatened, then, if this face does that.

[he's taking a shot at himself, knowing he has a babyface. And y'know Kitty too, since she opened herself up for it]

[passingthrough]

Oh, the easiest. I'm very fragile. [She says it with light sarcasm, taking no actual offense.]

[privateeyed]

Uh huh. I completely believe that. 100%.

[passingthrough]

That's good. I like this trust we've built up between us already. Best friend is already taken but auxiliary friend #2 is yours to lose.

[privateeyed]

I hope you have low expectations when it comes to friends, but if you need to fill the slot sure, I'll take it.

[passingthrough]

Don't try to kill me and we're golden. Also, that's a new bar. It was lower before.

[privateeyed]

I don't try to kill people, so you're safe. [...] I'm a little worried that you had to set a higher bar 'cause that's an issue.

[passingthrough]

It was definitely an issue, but I'm still here. So... Resolved.

[privateeyed]

Well, that's good. Hope you punched 'em in the face or something.

[passingthrough]

Mmm not sure I ever landed a blow on one. His powers were annoyingly very much like my own. And the other I definitely didn't. Still living a good life is the best revenge or something like that? I guess this life counts. Kind of.

[privateeyed]

Eh, that's true enough. Living is kind of like a big fuck you and a reminder that they fuckin' failed.

[passingthrough]

[She smiles.] I guess they did. [She lifts her glass.] I'll toast that. Should we throw in something for you or does that one work for you too?

[privateeyed]

[hahaha. He just gives a bland smile and holds up his glass] Works for me twice over.

[passingthrough]

[Clink! She lets the glasses butt together before taking a drink.] To living and the fuck you that it is. Not that I'm feeling too salty at anyone anymore.