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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Sept 29, 2018 15:47:52 GMT -5
 Friday night, and the club was jumping. The dance floor was alight with every color of the rainbow, occupied by a multitude partygoers in various stages of drunkenness as music blasted from the speakers all around them. The bar and the lounge were teeming with just as many customers, kicking back after a long, tiresome week and taking this opportunity to wash their cares away, if only for a moment. There was a tangible energy in the atmosphere. A sense of fun and freedom. Nothing mattered that night. As far as everyone was concerned, they might as well enjoy themselves while they could. Well... almost everyone. A thin, tan finger traced the rim of a glass of scotch on the rocks. After a while, the hand picked it up and raised it to the lips of a young woman in a tiered red dress shirt and khaki capris. After taking a sip, she set the glass down and picked up her phone, cringing slightly when the bright light of the lock screen hit her eyes, scowling when she found nothing on it except her old background photo and the time. 8:42. Or was that a 9? Yeah, definitely a 9. With a long sigh, she picked her glass back up and downed the rest of her drink in one breath. Then she slumped her head into her hand and lightly slid the glass down the bar in the direction of the man standing behind it. "'ey, Lobo... 'm gettin' kinduh sick uh the weak stuff. Might as well gimme duh ushul..." |
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Sept 29, 2018 16:46:34 GMT -5
Sigh.
"Normally, this is the part where I'd tell ya to go get a taxi and refuse to sell ya shit," Lobo said to the woman before him, spinning a finger as a cloth did the same to the glass behind him. He kneeled down and pulled out a lime, a grapefruit, several containers, and a squeezer. "But honestly, at this rate? I'm convinced that alcohol gets hungover off you, not the other way around." Humming to himself, the glass blew into the angel's hand, and he began to prepare the drink in Lydia's sight. "So, tell me more 'bout your day. You still hangin' out with that boy?"
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"Oh, so I can't order booze, but it's okay if you get pissed, I see how it is," said a brunette, looking peeved as he glared at the older male next to him, and the glass of soda in his hand. "What makes you so special, Will? I've been through my share of shit, same as you..."
You're adorable when you're angry, kid.
"Shut up, Imago." To the uninitiated, it would seem as though he was just talking to himself.
"Perce." The blonde glanced at his companion. "One, you're underage. You don't need to be ruining your body like that." Percy scoffed.
"Jordan smokes-"
"And I get on his ass for that," William cut the brunette off, stirring his drink with the straw. "Yes, for all the good it does, but at least I can keep you from falling to his level..."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "Will, your breath smells funny."
Humans smell funny.
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At a (relatively) quiet table, a man with green skin and wings sat down, idly stirring a pale green liquid. It was one of the few alcoholic things that this depraved establishment sold, and the only one that didn't offend his taste buds. "Typical," Liderc said aloud. "I get assigned to pick up a Class One anomaly, and my ship breaks down." He scowled, sipping a bit of his drink. "And the only place that doesn't sell taboo food is this place. Just my luck."
He glanced around, noting a brunette and a blonde. Sigh. "And of course, I have to share air with these half-breeds."
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Post by ColArana on Sept 29, 2018 17:19:11 GMT -5
With all the music blasting and lights flashing, Ryan felt strangely at home in the club, with all the other weirdos of Void City. Here, someone like him was downright mundane. He had ordered a drink awhile back, but wasn't having any. He was just staring at the cheap beer he'd gotten, with a strange fixated stare. He could technically drink it, but why bother? He didn't actually get anything out of it. His liver still existed, so he supposed he could technically process it, but.... Ah.... Could he even get drunk anymore? Ryan certainly hadn't tried.
As if looking for someone sharing his dejectedness at the moment, Ryan looked around the room, with an innocent gaze, heterochromatic eyes scanning. I should have asked dad to give me a scanner so I could figure out what I'm even looking at.... He thought offhandedly. Maybe something to look into in the future? Ah, didn't matter. To hell with it! He took his drink and knocked the entire thing back in one shot. "Hey! I'll grab another one of these!" He exclaimed. Might as well try to see which would win out-- his bodies new filters, or enough alcohol to kill a horse.
Ryan's eyes managed to lock onto Lydia's back from his table. Mostly because of all the people partying and drinking and having a good time, she seemed like one of the few people in here not having such a good night. It was pretty telling in her body language anyways. Still contemplating his own problems at the moment, Ryan's gaze was fixated on Lydia for the moment, perhaps, by accident, coming off as someone who was deliberately watching the girl.
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Outside the Club, a figure appeared, seemingly materializing out of the air. "Kuhahaha.... Interesting.... What an interesting place I've been summoned to." He mused. The figure was dressed quite well, an elegant black cloak and hat covering most of his features. But beneath that hat, a pair of scarlet irises gleamed with malice. "I have a good feeling about tonight... something is certainly going to happen. I can hardly wait~"
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Sept 29, 2018 17:48:27 GMT -5
Lydia took a deep breath –heavily tinged with the smell of scotch– and frowned at the table. She didn't have it in her to be upset by Lobo's quip. She always had a feeling he didn't like her (or anyone, for that matter), so she wasn't about to let him hurt her feelings now. At least not until he asked about "that boy," prompting Lydia to cast a scowl at nothing in particular. "Yeah, still hangin' out wid 'im... y'know, when I can. Christ, 'n I thod those nutcases were workin' ME tuh death."
She looked up as Lobo slid a Navy Grog her way. Immediately, Lydia grabbed the cocktail and started sucking up the liquid through the snow cone-encrusted straw. The three ounces of different rums hardly seemed to affect her, and soon enough, she had decimated the entire drink.
As if simply wanting the indicators of her own patheticness out of her sight, Lydia pushed the empty glass away and covered her eyes with her hand. "I c'see it now... Dad's gun' lose 'is sh*t when I show uh tomor'... Is like, why ya drinkin' thu nigh befoh ya godda job ta do?! Yeah, well, is NOD LIKE I'M ALLOWDA HAVE A LIFE, DAD! I MEAN, WHO SCHESHULES A BIG, IMPRODEND MISSION ON A SADURDAY, I ASK YOU?!"
Her head dropped on the table. The force immediately jolted her awake again as she sat up and stared ahead with a comically, albeit mildly shocked expression. Then after taking a moment to rub her pounding temples, Lydia turned to Lobo and offered the angel a tipsy smile. "Huv I ever tol you how lucky you are, Lo? Yer yer own boss, ya god fohks who respeh ya... 'n if ya wunned, you cuh just walk oud dat door 'n... fly off induh thuh nigh sky like you don' give uh f*ck. Me? If I wunna fly, I godda like... ged in this like... million-poun machine 'n push uh stig aroun. More complcaded AND less fun..."
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Sept 29, 2018 18:18:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah. Still a better love story than Twilight. ... Actually, scratch that. That's a better story than Twilight period. I mean, how the fuck do you fuck up vampires and werewolves that bad?" Lobo snorted a bit. "Yeah, I'm my own boss. Yeah, it's nice bein' respected, better than my hatchin' planet, I'd be just another faceless grunt. Yeah, I could just up an' walk out if I felt like it." As he spoke, he began preparing a second Navy Grog, no doubt Lydia would be wanting another. "But I'm content just stayin' here. I like the money, I like havin' a roof over my head. 'Sides, these wings of mine haven't worked for millennia."
Beat. "You said... a big important mission, yeah?" He slid the second Navy Grog towards Lydia. "Well, nobody does anything 'cept drink, fuck, or what have you on Saturday. In other words, it's the perfect day for a mission." A waitress dropped an order slip down, and Lobo read it, before turning towards the kitchen. "One liver and kidney pie, one mega stuffed pretzel, send it to table forty-two! One roasted beast, hold the onions and wine dressing, send it to table seventy-nine!"
After barking out the orders, Lobo ducked below the bar, pulling out yet more bottles. "Table forty-two might give ya some competition. This is the sixth Black Magic I've had ta make for 'im." Humming a bit, he broke into a chuckle upon seeing the second drink order. "But table seventy-nine? What a fucking pussy. Yeah, we've got non-alcoholic drinks, but those're for the kiddies. Must be my estranged and deranged half brother, he never liked onions."
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Post by ColArana on Sept 29, 2018 18:34:22 GMT -5
Ryan looked at his empty glass on the table, and sighed. "Screw it." He got up and walked from his table toward the bar where Lydia and Lobo were chatting. "Hey, you guys got anything strong enough to knock a guy out in one sip? I've been having a day." He stated to Lobo. He looked at Lydia. "Sorry for interrupting. You look like you're not having the best day yourself." He commented as he took a seat next to her, leaving the door open to Lydia for further conversation, but also leaving it open for her to drop it as well if she just did not want to talk to a stranger.
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Sept 29, 2018 19:15:31 GMT -5
Lydia took a wary peek at the second Navy Grog Lobo had provided. Part of her knew she shouldn't; there was enough rum in one of those to knock a guy out after three, and most bars who served this cocktail rarely allowed a person more than that. But it would be a shame for Lobo's work to go to waste... and... she was starting to get emotional. The numbness had to set in eventually, and she opted to speed up that process by accepting the drink and sipping it down at a somewhat steadier pace.
Partway through, Lydia looked up at Lobo again, half drowsy and half sad when he mentioned that his wings didn't work. "Oh... I... din'd know dat..." Translation: Lobo had told Lydia this two other times but the alcohol was messing with her memory. "'m s'ry..."
She offered the bar a gloomy frown. The table did not respond. "E'en still... wuh I wouden' give tuh have dat kinuh freedom... oud in thuh open air... callin' muh own shots... nod havin' duh worry 'boud whoze life 'm makin' 'less is mah own..."
Lydia lifted her heavy head when another young man sat down beside her. She seemed only half awake as he ordered another drink and offered her his condolences. Still, she let out a stiff breath and gave him the best response she could muster. "You been havin' uh day? Buddy, we all been havin' uh day. I been havin' a day erry day uh my LIFE!"
She shakily stood up, cocktail glass in hand. "Errybuddy in dis ROOM...?! All day erry day, they godda worry 'boud whedder er nod duh magishun down duh streed gunna... BLOW UP DERE HOUSE tuday! Ya tryda have sum time t' y'self, bud like... VAMPIRS 'N WERRWOVS 'N... FLYIN'... SPAGHET MONSTER... THEY GODDA BE REMINDIN' YA... HEY, YER JUSD A NORMAL LI'L GIRL FISH IN DIS BIG POND. YER A LI'L MICROSCOP SPECK IN DIS... GIAND MULTAVERSE!"
Barely holding herself up by this point, Lydia looked around the room at her follow club-goers, most of whom weren't paying attention to her drunken ramblings. Just another typical Friday night. "BUD WE PRESS ON, DON' WE, GUYZ?! 'CAUSE... WHUD ELSE CAN WE DO? SUMONE GODDA STICK UP FER THUH LI'L GUY, EVEN IF ID'S AN EVEN LI'LER GUY! And fer dat commidmend to jus say... f*ck all 'n do yer own thing... e'en when duh whole uh realidy tellin' ya who ya can 'n cand be..." She raised her glass. "...you ha' mah respeh..."
A clumsy step backwards sent Lydia tripping over herself and crashing into the bar stool, knocking it, several others, and a stray glass or two over with a painfully audible series of bangs and clangs. Lydia, her hair a mess, her dress shirt thoroughly stained, her body slumped against the bar in an awkward heap, took a good look at the mess she'd made, making a particular note of the most obvious damage. "Sh*t, I spilled my drink..."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Sept 29, 2018 19:42:09 GMT -5
An intricately manicured hand grabbed Lydia by the underarm, steadily hauling her back onto her feet...
"I honestly can't tell if this is an improvement or not."
Max stared into Lydia's eyes with a look of weary disapproval. The look of someone who, frustrated as she was by the circumstances she had walked in on, knew she would only be beating a long-dead horse if she attempted to broach them. This wasn't the first time she had been in this position –Lydia in her only piece of formal wear and drunk out of her damn mind, Max in one of her many evening dresses and playing the voice of reason– but unlike all those other times, Max felt no pity for the inebriated young woman. All she felt was exasperation.
"Lydia... what are you doing?"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Sept 29, 2018 20:09:37 GMT -5
"Ah, shit man." If Lobo was apologetic, he certainly didn't look like it. "Yeah, as they say, you'll expose your true self when yer drunk. Or somethin' like that." He chuckled, seeing the lack of reactions. "Yep, almost everybody here's 'bout as piss-drunk as you. That was beautiful, by the way." Clap, clap.
As the waitress came to take the orders, Ryan came up to the bar. "Ah, table no fifty-five. You downed my 98-proofers like they were nothin'. I'm impressed. No, really." Lobo nodded. "I got somethin' very close to pure alcohol, but just as a warnin', you gotta sign a disclaimer sayin' you knew what you we're gettin' into."
And then, Max. "Nice dress, girlie. If you're wonderin' 'bout your girlfriend, she's just piss-drunk and lettin' us all know how she really feels."
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"At least they can make a good liver and kidney pie." Percy stabbed the golden brown object, causing it to spill out the meats and onions. The knife and fork were quickly tossed aside, as the teenager began to tear into it with his bare hands. "If I can't get drunk, at least let me have my heart attack on a plate."
William raised an eyebrow as he tore his pretzel in half, although not giving more than an unamused look. "I know you can use utensils. You just don't like using them."
"Damn straight. I prefer to wolf my food down like an actual wolf!"
"Whatever, Perce. Just don't splatter it all over the bar."
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A plate containing a roasted creature of unknown origin was set down alongside another green drink. "That was slow." Whatever, it was here. Liderc withdraw what looked like chopsticks with small blades at the ends, and sawed the creature's legs off. He brought a leg to his mouth, tore a piece off, chewed...
And then spit it out. "I never thought I'd miss the food back in Area H..." At least they held the onions.
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Post by ColArana on Sept 29, 2018 20:37:38 GMT -5
Ryan grinned. A very small grin, but it was a somewhat genuine smile at Lydia's performance. "That was.... definitely something. And... well. Fair point." He admitted, before he went to try to help Lydia up, but before he could, was beaten to it by a newcomer. "Ah.... hey there." He offered, stepping back to give Max her space as she lifted Lydia up.
"As for what she's doing, I'd say she's doing a marvelous job of getting completely wasted." He chimed in. Speaking of which....
Ryan turned back to Lobo. "Sounds good. Hit me with it. I haven't tested my limits like this before, and no time like the present. Where's the disclaimer?" He had mixed feelings about it. Obviously he didn't want to kill himself, but... well.... Eh. More than half of his body was mechanical now, and he had countless filters to limit the toxicity of alcohol. May as well live dangerously, like there was no tomorrow, right?
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Sept 29, 2018 20:48:59 GMT -5
Lydia stumbled quite a bit as she was rather forcefully yanked back onto her feet. The world spun for a moment, leaving her confused as to how she was suddenly standing again. She dizzily stared ahead, giving her vision a moment to focus.
Then she saw her. Those short blonde curls, those intense blue eyes, those full red lips pursed in a displeased pout... She'd know that face anywhere.
Lydia put on a coy, playful smirk. "Heyyyyy, Max. Good duh see ya." She pointed to the young woman with her glass. "Ya miss me yed?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Sept 29, 2018 20:55:36 GMT -5
"Well, good to know she's being open with someone," Max grunted as she shot Lobo a tired, deadpan frown. "And she's not my girlfriend."
Anyone with eyes and ears could clearly tell that Max's second statement had only become true a short while ago.
Turning back to Lydia, Max promptly swiped the empty cocktail glass out of her ex's hand and set it down on the bar. "Lydia, go home. You're not doing anyone any favors drowning your woes and showing up to work tomorrow with a migraine."
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Sept 30, 2018 12:44:29 GMT -5
"Bad breakup, I take it?" Lobo asked. "Time's like this is when I'm glad t' be more interested in money than love." Clearly, his idea of whispering was what would pass as normal for most other people.
He turned to Ryan, smirking. "I like the way ya think, man." Lobo ducked under the bar, returning with a bottle of clear fluid, a shot glass, and a piece of paper. Handing the paper and a pen over to Ryan, the angel slowly opened the bottle. "This basically says you know that you're 'bout to consume somethin' just short of pure alcohol, and that we are not responsible for any hospitalization or other issues. Just t' let ya know, I normally apply this with an eyedropper..."
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"Will." Percy raised an eyebrow. "You're drunk. And I don't think that pretzel's buffering the booze." He pushed what was left of his meal towards the blonde. "Maybe... have something a little heavier? Maybe the meat and onions will help?"
"If I was drunk, I think I'd know," William replied, swirling what was apparently his seventh or eighth drink down. "'Sides, even if I was drunk, I think I'm allowed to get a li'l be shitfaced. I mean, just yesterday, I got worms, fell into a rice cart, and then got mentally reconfigured into thinking I was a duck. I need a freakin' drink, Perce."
The blonde flagged down their waiter, placing another order. Percy sighed and stood up. "You're paying for this. I've gotta run to the bathroom."
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"Send it back. Get rid of the garlic, and remove the piss reservoirs... Or I guess as you featherless monkeys call them, kidneys."
Liderc scowled back at his waiter, nursing the drink. "At least this is tolerable. I much prefer black tea on ice, but I suppose this is fine by human food standards." A sip. "Pity they don't serve insects here."
But as he was about to continue complaining to himself, Percy bumped into his table. "Fuck! Who moved this?!"
"Why, hello, defiled one." Liderc's scowl turned into a smirk.
"... Do I know you?"
Okay, ice this motherfucker. I wanna see how much he can bleed.
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Post by ColArana on Sept 30, 2018 13:27:18 GMT -5
Ryan looked at the bottle of clear fluid that Lobo had provided him with a terse stare. Then reached over, took the pen and, after reviewing the paper to be sure this wasn't for anything more than Lobo had indicated, scribbled out a quick signature and passed it back. Before drinking however, he took care to at least pay attention to the conversation that was happening right next to him. "Sounds more like you should both be drowning your woes tonight by that tone." He commented.
Ryan's attention was briefly distracted by the commotion elsewhere. He looked over to see Percy and Liderc about to come to blows. "Oh that's going to be interesting." He commented. "I don't come here often. Bar fights common?" In a place like Void City, that seemed just as likely to be one answer as the other. Lots of tensions, crazy powerful drinks, and so on and so forth. On the other hand, Ryan couldn't help but wonder.... if fights were common here, how was this place standing with the clientele you got in Void City? Ryan pondered this for a moment or two, before looking at the shot glass. "Well, here goes then. Guess if this kills me, my funeral might be an interesting sight. Hopefully." He mused out loud. But hell. How bad could it really be?
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Sept 30, 2018 13:55:38 GMT -5
"Uh boy, herwee go..." Lydia groaned with a roll of her eyes. She folded her arms and glared down at her stern-faced ex-girlfriend. "Are ya really still tryin' duh micromanash me, Max? Afder all this time? Afder you broke ih off? Yer the one who ducided ya didn' wanna deal wi' me anymore! Do ya wan me oudda yer life er nod?!"
Lydia smirked and leaned over so she and the significantly shorter woman were at eye level with each other, close enough for Max to practically choke on the alcohol fumes. "Ya still hung up on meh? 'Cuz beliee me... I miss ya, I real do... bud I god this guy now who doesn'd thing I'ma looser. Sorry duh breagh yer heart, buh y'know... maybe a change'll be good fer bothuh us! Isn'd tha wha-URP! Ahem... 'scuse me. Isn'd thad whucha said thad nigh you deci'ed you 'ere too good fer me?"
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