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thisavrou_log2016-08-05 04:35 pm
gentlemenpreferblondes) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-08-05 04:35 pm
The opening of the bar is going well. Its relatively small size means people can't spread out as much or do the kind of solitary drinking that some crewmates might be accustomed to, but it also increases the intimacy and camaraderie, especially as they get more pleasantly lit.
At some point, someone—who remembers who it was—suggests a game of Never Have I Ever. The rules are simple; someone makes a statement of a thing they have never done. Those who have done it take a drink. Surely everyone will walk away from the game knowing each other a little better, having become closer friends.
[ooc: it was suggested by unnamed guilty parties that the log host an IC game of Never Have I Ever! To give it some structure, participants should make they're "I've never" statements in this thread, followed by separate "I have" drinking threads for each character that can be reacted too individually. An example can be seen here. Have fun!]
At some point, someone—who remembers who it was—suggests a game of Never Have I Ever. The rules are simple; someone makes a statement of a thing they have never done. Those who have done it take a drink. Surely everyone will walk away from the game knowing each other a little better, having become closer friends.
[ooc: it was suggested by unnamed guilty parties that the log host an IC game of Never Have I Ever! To give it some structure, participants should make they're "I've never" statements in this thread, followed by separate "I have" drinking threads for each character that can be reacted too individually. An example can be seen here. Have fun!]
[There's really nothing that's as gratifying than seeing your hard work to pay off. J had started planning for the bar ever since the original one had been destroyed during the invasion. She had wasted no time with gathering all the right and needed people and made the wheels turn, slowly making the idea turn into reality. Of course, the project hadn't been all too easy to carry out, thanks to the events of the last month accompanied with her entire team ending up inside the cryo-chambers. But luckily things had worked out in the end.
J can be found working behind the bar counter through the whole night. She's wearing an elegant black dress, her hair is dyed to more whiter color and there's few pearls decorating her beautiful curls. She's clearly in her element at the bar, her stance casual and laid back, greeting each customer with a charming smile on her lips. Really, it's just like back in the good old days when she still had her voice. However, while she's still lenient about serving alcohol to people of underage, she's now paying much more attention to who orders and what, writing each name to her bookkeeping and listing all the promised trades.
But as the night gets late J decides to take a small break, letting someone else to tend the bar for a while. She takes her cigarettes out from under the bar counter and moves to one of the vacant seats to smoke. Despite the long and tiring working hours, she's still in a excellent mood, pleased to see how the humble bar was doing. Which, to be honest, wasn't all too surprised seeing how many regulars she used to have back in the original bar. Placing the lit cigarette between her lips, she reaches down and takes off her heels and raises her feet lightly to rest on the chair next to her.]
J can be found working behind the bar counter through the whole night. She's wearing an elegant black dress, her hair is dyed to more whiter color and there's few pearls decorating her beautiful curls. She's clearly in her element at the bar, her stance casual and laid back, greeting each customer with a charming smile on her lips. Really, it's just like back in the good old days when she still had her voice. However, while she's still lenient about serving alcohol to people of underage, she's now paying much more attention to who orders and what, writing each name to her bookkeeping and listing all the promised trades.
But as the night gets late J decides to take a small break, letting someone else to tend the bar for a while. She takes her cigarettes out from under the bar counter and moves to one of the vacant seats to smoke. Despite the long and tiring working hours, she's still in a excellent mood, pleased to see how the humble bar was doing. Which, to be honest, wasn't all too surprised seeing how many regulars she used to have back in the original bar. Placing the lit cigarette between her lips, she reaches down and takes off her heels and raises her feet lightly to rest on the chair next to her.]
Edited 2016-08-06 06:35 (UTC)
[Should the guy who drunkenly splashed his marital drama over the MID a few weeks back be at a bar party? Maybe not. On the other hand, he doesn't regularly handle alcohol very poorly, and the marital drama is resolved (or at least healing, which is the best he can hope for and more than he deserves). So hey, why not?
At least he's in a much better mood this time, and a lot less drunk, at least until the games get started. Nate might not be the life of the party, but he's friendly, chatty, and hey, he just bought you a drink. What a good guy.]
At least he's in a much better mood this time, and a lot less drunk, at least until the games get started. Nate might not be the life of the party, but he's friendly, chatty, and hey, he just bought you a drink. What a good guy.]
[ Adrien was here because of his space cat.
Courser was starting to rebel against the doctor's habit of traveling a circuit that involved the Medbay, the showers, the library; rinse and lather, repeat. The young bahari staged a rebellion of sorts. One evening, when Adrien had finally beenbooted out of released from Medbay duties, after the doctor had showered and changed into 'civies' Courser had made a break for it.
The bahari had lead his companion on a merry chase until they arrived at the speakeasy, a place he knew the 'password' into, only because he'd given Stark a hard time about the joke.
So this is how his antisocial ass ended up in a speakeasy type bar of all places. Because of Courser. Adrien got a water, it was all anyone would ever see him with, and found an out of the way corner in which to sit. His head was usually down, working on a jigsaw puzzle as he listened to the crowd around him. A perfect target to throw pretzels (if they had pretzels) towards. ]
Courser was starting to rebel against the doctor's habit of traveling a circuit that involved the Medbay, the showers, the library; rinse and lather, repeat. The young bahari staged a rebellion of sorts. One evening, when Adrien had finally been
The bahari had lead his companion on a merry chase until they arrived at the speakeasy, a place he knew the 'password' into, only because he'd given Stark a hard time about the joke.
So this is how his antisocial ass ended up in a speakeasy type bar of all places. Because of Courser. Adrien got a water, it was all anyone would ever see him with, and found an out of the way corner in which to sit. His head was usually down, working on a jigsaw puzzle as he listened to the crowd around him. A perfect target to throw pretzels (if they had pretzels) towards. ]
Edited 2016-08-06 02:56 (UTC)
[Whatever Hawke, it gets him a drink! And reminds him that he is still married and not Space Divorced. Which is great.]
Aw, and you'd make such a beautiful bride.
Aw, and you'd make such a beautiful bride.
[Hawke was here because she's an alcoholic and needs something to cope with being sold into slavery. But she puts on a good front, chatting away with people and getting into drinking game shenanigans. On the way back from the bathroom, she notices the doctor sitting in the corner of the bar. They hadn't really talked after that night. She'd slept for nearly sixteen hours and then, upon finding that she could walk without collapsing, hightailed it the fuck outta the Medbay.
She didn't know much about him other than he was captured like her and a doctor. Both kind of important things. So she walks over and drops down next to him, examining the puzzle he's working on. Thankfully, she's managed to find some proper clothes instead of a hospital gown. And by proper, it's skinny jeans and a tank top decorated in puff paint that says "COOL DUDE" on it.]
So. Is this normally how you spend your time in bars, doctor?
She didn't know much about him other than he was captured like her and a doctor. Both kind of important things. So she walks over and drops down next to him, examining the puzzle he's working on. Thankfully, she's managed to find some proper clothes instead of a hospital gown. And by proper, it's skinny jeans and a tank top decorated in puff paint that says "COOL DUDE" on it.]
So. Is this normally how you spend your time in bars, doctor?
[ He was absolutely certain that this piece in his hand was supposed to go over here. The colors were all right but he couldn't find the weird little ...
Hawke's voice interrupted his intense musing, though Adrien didn't completely focus in until the last couple of words. At which point he blinked and sat back to take in her entire ensemble.
"COOL DUDE" ... well it was better than a hospital gown, that was true. ]
I actually don't spend a lot of time in bars. [ He responded, brows furrowing as he looked around, almost as if he was confirming that yes, he was in fact, in a bar. ]
Courser dragged me in here. [ He pointed towards where the bahari was attempting to solicit a bit of sock play with another patron. And yes, he did just blame his space cat for his current state of social activity. ]
Errr, safe to assume you're feeling better?
Hawke's voice interrupted his intense musing, though Adrien didn't completely focus in until the last couple of words. At which point he blinked and sat back to take in her entire ensemble.
"COOL DUDE" ... well it was better than a hospital gown, that was true. ]
I actually don't spend a lot of time in bars. [ He responded, brows furrowing as he looked around, almost as if he was confirming that yes, he was in fact, in a bar. ]
Courser dragged me in here. [ He pointed towards where the bahari was attempting to solicit a bit of sock play with another patron. And yes, he did just blame his space cat for his current state of social activity. ]
Errr, safe to assume you're feeling better?
[ Adrien's listened to this for quite a while, shamelessly taking mental notes as some of his friends acquaintances have been responding. As the drinks kept flowing, he waited his turn and then, during a lull, he called out. ]
Never have I ever engaged in a sexual encounter involving multiple partners at one time.
[ Pick the -some of your choice. He's drinking, by the way. ]
Never have I ever engaged in a sexual encounter involving multiple partners at one time.
[ Pick the -some of your choice. He's drinking, by the way. ]
I do. But this one is much cleaner. It's kind of weird.
[Oh, space cat weird thing that Kitty doesn't like. It is pretty cute she has to admit. But she's gonna scoot away just a little in case her allergies decide they dislike space cat as much as regular cats. Not that she would ever really complain that much. So she gives the space cat a wave because... why not.]
Feeling better. Time heals everything. Or at least I can sneeze and not feel like I just ripped my stitches. Which is definitely an improvement.
[She pulls up her shirt to examine one of the bullet wounds on her stomach. It's rather large from being healed and torn open again when she was running about the station but it's healing nicely now.]
And you?
[She wasn't the only one captured.]
[Oh, space cat weird thing that Kitty doesn't like. It is pretty cute she has to admit. But she's gonna scoot away just a little in case her allergies decide they dislike space cat as much as regular cats. Not that she would ever really complain that much. So she gives the space cat a wave because... why not.]
Feeling better. Time heals everything. Or at least I can sneeze and not feel like I just ripped my stitches. Which is definitely an improvement.
[She pulls up her shirt to examine one of the bullet wounds on her stomach. It's rather large from being healed and torn open again when she was running about the station but it's healing nicely now.]
And you?
[She wasn't the only one captured.]
Edited 2016-08-06 20:40 (UTC)
[ Socializing is not on Wash's list of reasons for being here. The list is a short one, honestly: drinking. That's it, that's all he's here for. July was a long damn month, one that called for maybe a more copious amount of drinking than he typically feels the need for. ...Which is saying a lot, because his life is basically one giant disaster after the next and drunken bliss sounds better more often than he likes to admit.
Technically, he's supposed to be in his room right now, laying in bed and resting to let a month's worth of injuries heal, but being trapped in one place with nothing to do is practically torture. Sometimes a guy has to sneak out. Besides, just sitting here and drinking isn't much different from being in bed, he's definitely not likely to make himself any worse.
Off in some quieter part of the room is where Wash can be found, sitting alone at a table with a drink in his hand and two already empty glasses off to the side. He's been wasting no time, okay? Maybe he doesn't look like the most friendly person to approach, and he does seem to be putting off a 'leave me alone' aura, but really, he's in a bar. He should be expecting some form of company at some point, right? ]
Technically, he's supposed to be in his room right now, laying in bed and resting to let a month's worth of injuries heal, but being trapped in one place with nothing to do is practically torture. Sometimes a guy has to sneak out. Besides, just sitting here and drinking isn't much different from being in bed, he's definitely not likely to make himself any worse.
Off in some quieter part of the room is where Wash can be found, sitting alone at a table with a drink in his hand and two already empty glasses off to the side. He's been wasting no time, okay? Maybe he doesn't look like the most friendly person to approach, and he does seem to be putting off a 'leave me alone' aura, but really, he's in a bar. He should be expecting some form of company at some point, right? ]
[ Church, meanwhile, is absolutely at the bar for socializing; he's not even sure if he can drink — not that that's going to stop him. However, being new to the Moira, he doesn't recognize many people, despite the few introductions he's made. So when he spies Wash hiding in a corner and looking sad, he starts to head in that direction.
He flops down into the seat across from Wash and grins at him, picking up one of the empty glasses, giving it an appraising look, and then setting it back down again. ]
Wow, bad breakup? [ Great starter. ]
He flops down into the seat across from Wash and grins at him, picking up one of the empty glasses, giving it an appraising look, and then setting it back down again. ]
Wow, bad breakup? [ Great starter. ]
Edited 2016-08-06 22:17 (UTC)
[ If she looks closely, she may notice that Courser was actually covered in minuscule, brightly colored scales. There wasn't much actual fur on him, save for his mane. Probably what Kitty reacted too more than feline was the predatory side of the bahari.
Courser watched Hawke with curious eyes, nostrils flaring slightly as he took in her scent, picking up hints of Kitty and his ears flattened slightly. Adrien didn't say anything but he lowered his hand to ruffle one of those ears, gently. ]
A reduced risk of ripping your stitches is a good thing. [ He agreed, glancing at the wounds out of habit and nodding slightly at what he could see of the progress. It was pretty dim lighting in the bar so he couldn't see that much but we'd go with it.
As for the question, he looked back up towards her face and blinked, before responding. ] I'm fine.
Did you get the password joke from Stark or one of the other owners?
Courser watched Hawke with curious eyes, nostrils flaring slightly as he took in her scent, picking up hints of Kitty and his ears flattened slightly. Adrien didn't say anything but he lowered his hand to ruffle one of those ears, gently. ]
A reduced risk of ripping your stitches is a good thing. [ He agreed, glancing at the wounds out of habit and nodding slightly at what he could see of the progress. It was pretty dim lighting in the bar so he couldn't see that much but we'd go with it.
As for the question, he looked back up towards her face and blinked, before responding. ] I'm fine.
Did you get the password joke from Stark or one of the other owners?
[ Approaching footsteps garner no reaction from Wash. Only when someone drops into the seat across from him does he glance up irritably, fully prepared to tell whoever it is to go find another table. ...Except that it's Church. Which really means that he should tell him to leave, and yet... He doesn't. Not yet, anyway.
Staring across the table flatly, watching as Church looks over one of the emptied glasses, Wash's brow furrows ever so slightly at the comment. ]
What do you want, Church?
[ Not even going to acknowledge the starter because go to hell, his month has been way worse than a breakup. His tone is terse as he speaks, no attempt made to hide any annoyance, but Wash doubts that would shoo Church away, anyway. ]
Staring across the table flatly, watching as Church looks over one of the emptied glasses, Wash's brow furrows ever so slightly at the comment. ]
What do you want, Church?
[ Not even going to acknowledge the starter because go to hell, his month has been way worse than a breakup. His tone is terse as he speaks, no attempt made to hide any annoyance, but Wash doubts that would shoo Church away, anyway. ]
Stark took one look at me and said something like "you need this".
[She drops her shirt back down, seemingly oblivious to the fact that it's less than appropriate in a public setting. Out of the corner of her eye she watches Courser before deciding that's probably fine and any problems will be dealt with later. Thankfully, due to his scales, problems would be avoided.]
I'm fine as we just established but how could I say no to a bar?
[She drops her shirt back down, seemingly oblivious to the fact that it's less than appropriate in a public setting. Out of the corner of her eye she watches Courser before deciding that's probably fine and any problems will be dealt with later. Thankfully, due to his scales, problems would be avoided.]
I'm fine as we just established but how could I say no to a bar?
I really need to remind him that the answer to all universal problems is not alcohol.
[ Hush Adrien, it is. It is the answer to all universal problems. That was why he was sitting in a bar and drinking water; because he was forever doing it wrong.
As for the question. The doctor sort of looked around, looked a bit perplexed and then turned back to her. ]
That was a rhetorical question, right? Like, I'm not supposed to actually come up with an answer, because the point would be, we're both in the bar so obviously neither of us said no to it.
Right?
[ Sometimes these social conventions confusing the fuck out of him and he just has to admit it. ]
[ Hush Adrien, it is. It is the answer to all universal problems. That was why he was sitting in a bar and drinking water; because he was forever doing it wrong.
As for the question. The doctor sort of looked around, looked a bit perplexed and then turned back to her. ]
That was a rhetorical question, right? Like, I'm not supposed to actually come up with an answer, because the point would be, we're both in the bar so obviously neither of us said no to it.
Right?
[ Sometimes these social conventions confusing the fuck out of him and he just has to admit it. ]
You'd be surprised at how much it can answer though. Especially when you're desperate for some.
[Then at his over analysis of the issue. She laughs. And it's a rather funny sensation because she hasn't actually laughed since the slaver ship and she just ends up gripping her stomach because OW. Too much laughing hurts. She likes you, doc, you remind her of a friend back home.
She throws up her hands to show that she can't really argue.]
No. You're right. You're not supposed to answer as to why two people who are totally fine ended up in a bar.
[Then at his over analysis of the issue. She laughs. And it's a rather funny sensation because she hasn't actually laughed since the slaver ship and she just ends up gripping her stomach because OW. Too much laughing hurts. She likes you, doc, you remind her of a friend back home.
She throws up her hands to show that she can't really argue.]
No. You're right. You're not supposed to answer as to why two people who are totally fine ended up in a bar.
[ Laughter was a good thing.
Laughter could heal, even though it might not feel that way when you had abdominal stitches, but laughter was a good thing. Adrien didn't join in, he watched quietly but there was a calmness that suggested he didn't mind being the source of the laughter.
For all that he could be a high strung prick, perhaps it was surprising that he obviously didn't take offense to being the punchline in this instance.
Instead, he reached for his water and took a sip. ]
Just have a care how much you imbibe. You're making a good recovery, don't set yourself too far back.
Laughter could heal, even though it might not feel that way when you had abdominal stitches, but laughter was a good thing. Adrien didn't join in, he watched quietly but there was a calmness that suggested he didn't mind being the source of the laughter.
For all that he could be a high strung prick, perhaps it was surprising that he obviously didn't take offense to being the punchline in this instance.
Instead, he reached for his water and took a sip. ]
Just have a care how much you imbibe. You're making a good recovery, don't set yourself too far back.
[ This place is a lot more crowded than the old space. Tex had always enjoyed sitting at least a bar stool away from anyone else when she came in to the old one, taking the time to unwind and relax by drinking alone. Tonight, she sits at the bar for some time, but eventually decides to take her latest refill and head to one of the tables. Not that there are that many to choose from. But when she turns around, she sees Adrien sitting alone with his pet, and she pauses for a moment before she settles across from him. Ever since the first time she met him, she has enjoyed being in his presence, and she will take comfortable silence in his presence or small talk with him over sitting in the more crowded section of the room. ]
Hey.
[ She takes a sip of her drink, glancing at his glass. It doesn't escape her notice that between the moonshine and the few other types of alcohol they've obtained for the speakeasy, none of them are clear. ]
I never saw you in the bar before.
Hey.
[ She takes a sip of her drink, glancing at his glass. It doesn't escape her notice that between the moonshine and the few other types of alcohol they've obtained for the speakeasy, none of them are clear. ]
I never saw you in the bar before.
What, no iron stomach? I'm surprised.
[Sip.]
[Sip.]
[Nate stares, then slowly starts to clap.]
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