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]

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.