It’s not the fault of good old whiskey

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Who: Everyone on Moira!
When: Through the whole month of August
Where: Mero Deck #25
What: the new speakeasy: Niels Bahr is finally ready and taking some customers
Warnings: General drunk shenanigans? Some underage kid drinking? Will update if necessary

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Comments

[takeitslow]

[He's holding a glass up but frowns instead of drinking.]

What makes a fist fight? What if one person is using fists and the other isn't?

[diamondhack]

That's called "getting beat up." Not much of a fight, now is it?

[takeitslow]

It is if you still win.

[Which he didn't. So. He's just going to take a drink for feeling sorry for himself.]

[diamondhack]

[She'll just drink right with him, honestly.]

Subjective, but acceptable.

[takeitslow]

[He laughs.]

You get into many fist fights, huh?

[diamondhack]

Not as much as I used to.

[Street rat and training? That's a lot of fist fights.]

I fight in other ways these days.

[Admittedly, she got complacent once she became a near full-time hacker...]

[takeitslow]

Can't really imagine anyone trying to punch you.

[A hold over from growing up in the 60s, he has a hard time thinking of a pretty girl in a fist fight. Except River.]

Do you use weapons nowadays?

[diamondhack]

Trust me, it happens.

[At the question, though, she smirks. She flicks her mechanical wrist. A wicked black knife slides out of the slot, flipping perfectly into place.]

Just one of the few.

[takeitslow]

Hard to bleieve.

[He leans over to look at the knife with some appreciation. He's never been much for weaponry himself but he can admire something when he sees it.]

"Few". And what else does a girl like you like to pack?

[diamondhack]

[The knife slips back into place.

Then, she spreads her fingers out. White and blue electricity crackles between her fingers.]

The knuckles of this arm are reinforced as well. There's also Q over here, he's a hell of a good weapon when I tell him to be one.

[He barks in assertion. Good boy.]

But of all that, the best weapon I have is my brains.

[takeitslow]

[He gapes at her electricity.]

Okay forget the blades. That is cool.

[What can he say? He's a teenage boy, displays of 'super' powers are always going to catch his eye first.]

Oh ew. Now you sound like a teacher.

[diamondhack]

[She laughs. Oh sweetheart...]

Who do you think built Q-11?

[takeitslow]

I'm guessing you're going to tell me it was you.

[diamondhack]

You guess correctly.

[takeitslow]

Oooh, do I win a prize?

[diamondhack]

The satisfaction of being right isn't enough for you?

[takeitslow]

Nope. [He pops the word, smiling.]

[diamondhack]

Unfortunately I have nothing for you but another round on me.

[She hails the bartender to serve them up double shots of who knows what.]

[takeitslow]

Dude, I will totally take you on that. Great prize.

[He holds up his glass in a cheers to her.]

[diamondhack]

[Cheers to that.]

I would ask if I'm giving an alcohol to a minor but I think that's negligible in my long list of crimes. We're also in space.

[takeitslow]

It's not really illegal where I'm from, or when I'm from. If that helps.