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]

Umm...no. Monopoly is the name of a board game back home where you use fake money. I don't know what it's called if it has a name. Probably just monopoly money.

[A nod.]

Yeah, I hate the alone thing too. [And while she's been far from alone this last year she has been lonely. She lost a lot of connection and intimacy when Winn left. A big piece of her life was just ripped away and she's been reluctant to fill it if it can't be just as it was. That reluctance is wavering more and more.] Even more than week old donuts.

[goldenglasses]

What about worse than chocolate chip cookies that turn out to be raisins?

[passingthrough]

That too. [She really doesn't like being alone. Maybe in a nother world with another life things would have been different. She could have just been social, but she's lost so much.]

It's not a favorite way to be.

[goldenglasses]

I've never understood the people who like the "cool loner" persona.

[passingthrough]

Maybe it just beats the sad and lonely persona. Important to have a cool jacket and cigarettes. [Which was kind of both of them with his jacket and her old smoking habit.]

[goldenglasses]

Well, I have the jacket going for me. So does that mean I never have to worry about being an uncool loner?

[passingthrough]

Mmmm... I don't know, what else have you got that makes you cool?

[goldenglasses]

I have a pair of really cool sunglasses! [He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out his trademark glasses with a gold tint to them. He slides them up on his face and waggles his eyebrows.] How's that?

[passingthrough]

[She looks at him and the glasses appraisingly for a few moments before nodding her head.] I guess you get to be cool. We should get you a certificate of cool.

[goldenglasses]

Aw, come on they're not- wait, really?

[She thinks he's cool!?]

[passingthrough]

What did you think I said?

[goldenglasses]

Well, I was expecting you to say they don't make me look cool, but you said I get a certificate and you can't take back a certificate! [One that he hasn't even been given in fact!]

[passingthrough]

I would never take back a certificate. Honor wouldn't allow it. Looking amused.] You really do have your cool moments even despite the hair. [Him shooting at the range was impressive. Some of the things she saw in her memories. Sometimes when he thinks he's alone and no one's watching.]

[goldenglasses]

Pfft? Cool moments. [He scoffs at the suggestion.] I am cool all of the time! [Said as he nearly tips himself off his chair.]

[passingthrough]

[She reaches out to catch his arm.] Hey, careful. You don't want to be a bar casualty.

[goldenglasses]

That would be a pretty terrible headline, wouldn't it? Vash the Stampede: Humanoid Typhoon! First humanoid to be labeled as a natural disaster! Killed! By a bar stool!

But that would be one rich piece of furniture! AHHHHHH-HAHAHAHHAHA!

[passingthrough]

Do people really call you that? Humanoid Typhoon? Suddenly Shadowcat is sounding more awesome.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah! They go: [He raises his voice up to just a pitch below shrill level.] Oh no! It's Vash the Stampede! The legendary Humanoid Typhoon! Run away if you want to live! Ahhhhh! How could someone so frightening be so amazingly good looking?! Ahhhhhhh!!!

[One of those things may be a lie.]

[passingthrough]

That's pretty hard to believe. I mean, maybe not the good looking part, but you're so kind and helpful. [Was that the part he expected her to doubt? But she doesn't really doubt people's ability to fear someone they don't understand. That just feels...familiar.]

[goldenglasses]

Why thank you! [It's nice being called kind and helpful. But more importantly--] So you think I'm good looking?

[passingthrough]

Did I say that? [Smirking a little. She did say that.]

[goldenglasses]

I'm pretty sure you did!

[passingthrough]

Maybe I did. [As close as she's coming to admitting the thing she definitely did.]

[goldenglasses]

HAHAHA! Now! You should say that the world is made of love and peace! Here! Just like this! LOVE! AND! PEACE! [As he shouts Vash raises his hand in a peace sign and the jabs his hand forward slightly as he crosses the fingers of the V together at each word.]

[passingthrough]

Mmhmm...okay, I'm going to go mingle with the others and give you some time to settle down. [Getting up to do that.]