( log nine | closed | longer eyeliner, higher nose contour )

[dedikated]

Who: Kate, Faith, Jo, Rosie, Maketh, Nick R.
What: Girls Night at the bar!
Where: Delight's Bar
When: 13th?
Warnings: Girls with Alcohol. Faith.


( since this is a pretty chokka'd log, I am thinking just make your own starters or reply to others. Threadjacking encouraged! )

Comments

light 'em up (aka earning that warning)

[avephoenix]

[It's a few hours into the night and Faith has had a lot to drink. She has, by now, probably cawed like a bird once or twice and said I'm a phoenix!, because alcohol makes her even less shy than normal. It's also probable that she has hugged or tried to hug the other girls, and if they seem amenable, given them a kiss on the cheek.

Because she is having fun and she wants to share the love.

Now, she is at the bar as Nick pours a line of shots for them all, waving her hand to get the group's attention.]

Who wants flamin' shots!

[If not stopped, she will set them on fire.]



(OOC note: be careful with Faith's fire, as it can cause permanent scarring unless healed by Hope's power or blessing!)

[bekommen]

[OK, the hugging Nick can handle - she's seen enough drunk people to know that's just how some people roll, and it's not like Faith's a creepy dude or anything. But setting shots on fire ... you can almost hear the recordscratch.wav as her head snaps up from the shots she's pouring and looks at Faith with obvious alarm.]

What? No! [She shakes her head emphatically, placing her free hand above the drinks.] No setting the drinks on fire. Uh-uh. I ain't gonna let you kill or maim anyone here. Not today, Satan.

[Guess who picked up some 2016-era slang while she was home.]

[avephoenix]

Oh, come on! [The liquor makes her accent really prominent.] It looks so cool when they're on fire! Don't even last long, the flames, an' then th' drink's nice an' warm!

[Is that true, or is it a lie? Who knows?]

[bekommen]

Read my lips. [She points to her mouth and gives an exaggerated pronunciation of the next word:] Nnnnoooo. I have seen this go bad before. We ain't got a burn unit in this place.

[hasitsthorns]

[ Unfortunately, Johnny beat Faith to the punch with flaming shots. Fortunately, Rose still thinks they'd just as cool the second time around. ]

Oo, me! Me! [ -said excitably, good hand raising like a kid asking to be called on in class. (She hasn't even had anything to drink, she's just a dork.) ]

[avephoenix]

[Before Nick can stop her, Faith shoots a small burst of flames from her fingertip. The alcohol in the shot burns off, a fireball.

Faith laughs.]

That's always fun! [She grabs the shot glass and holds it out to Rosie, nodding for her to take it once the fire has burned off.]

[hasitsthorns]

[ Yeaaahhhh, flaming shot! The blond grabs it and knocks back the shot once it's safe.

It tastes terrible though she does her best not to let it show. It's another lie she's getting better and better at as time goes on. ]

Alright! How'd you do that, anyway? [ Is... she... really a phoenix? ]

another one down and headed off the deep end

[mismanagement]

shots!

[Damn it all, she deserves a drink. Or possibly six. It's been that kind of week, perhaps even that kind of life if they're going to get philosophical about it. And this is the first opportunity Maketh has found in a good long time to let loose. It's not quite like the bars she frequented in her Academy days, but it comes close. And oh, she's enjoying herself.

Currently she's out of uniform, dressed in loose pants and a tank-top. Her hair is also out its customary bun, hanging down her back in a long braid.

Maketh has a line of shots up on the bar, eyes bright.] Someone come finish these with me.

[If this is your first introduction to Maketh Tua and alcohol, uh. Well. Sorry.]

dance

[Most people would be passed out on the floor with the amount of alcohol that Maketh has finished off. But for being completely smashed, she's surprisingly steady on her feet, and in the mood to dance. Come too close and she might just rope you into it.]

wildcard

[Hit me!]

dance!

[avephoenix]

[Faith isn't quite as drunk as Maketh (burning her liquor burns the liquor out of said liquor, oops), but you'd best believe she's going to go right up to Maketh for a dance.]

You're so much fun! [Not a prude at all!] We've got to go out more!

[mismanagement]

[Maketh laughs, eyes wide and bright, and loops her arm around Faith's waist. Why not, the music is loud and she likes the beat. It's been a long time since she's been able to go dancing.] We certainly must!

shots.

[bekommen]

[Well ... it's been a while since Nick has been face to face with Maketh, huh? And these are radically different circumstances, but even though she made her apology for attempting to murder Maketh that one time (just the one time, OK, it happens to everyone here), Nick's still feeling a little awkward about it, and it probably shows in the half-smile she offers Maketh.]

Sorry, gonna have to pass. I don't drink when I'm working. Thanks, though.

[mismanagement]

[For better or worse, Maketh is a friendly drunk and prone to forgetting most slights against her person when she's had a few shots. And the set currently lined up in front of her is hardly the first.]

No? Not even during a party?

[bekommen]

Not if it's a party I'm working.

[Nick smiles at her amicably enough. It's nice to see other people having a good time, at least.]

I've actually been sober for about nine months now. Maybe ten - hard to say, exactly.

dance

[dedikated]

( surprisingly, Kate's been pacing herself. at least, once the initial buzz of alcohol hits her head and she remembers to consider work in the morning.

(it's not that she can't work through a hangover. she'd just. rather not.)

Maketh manages to grab her when she's on the way back to the group with a drink in hand (an alcoholic one, she's been alternating), and Kate's just drunk enough to slip into dancing with an easy grace and sip of her drink. )

[mismanagement]

[It feels good just to move, swaying to the music and letting things slip. The world and all the recent horrors - even the trepidation Maketh feels whenever she wanders into Kate's orbit. Too many things have been done and none of them properly.

But that is for later, when there are not drinks and loud music to consider.

Maketh laughs, delighted, swaying to the beat. It's good to have a dance partner. Much more fun that way.]

hey bartender, pour 'em hot tonight.

[bekommen]

[Nick doesn't exactly look like she's at ease, but working behind the bar is one of two places where she feels as close to that as she can. She's more or less accepted the fact that she's been brought back to Hadriel, and she's making the most of it, falling back into the rhythm of working at the bar, talking with familiar faces. It's weird, in a way - she's never left a place and come back before. She left the small town in Kansas that raised her and never looked back, and Chicago - well, she couldn't really bring herself to face the ghosts she left behind when she set out for Vancouver, especially once she learned she'd been missing for seven years and thus declared dead.

It doesn't feel entirely bad to be back, though. She didn't miss the gods and their assorted bullshit, but some of the people here, people who became her friends - she missed them. She picked up working in another bar in the city where she landed after she left Vancouver, but it wasn't Delight's. It's ... kind of nice to be back, honestly.

With her now past-shoulder-length hair pulled back in a ponytail, Nick busies herself with mixing and pouring as the orders come, wiping down spills on the bar as they appear, removing empty glasses and replacing them with filled ones. A trace of a smile crosses her face as she watches the merriment unfold. Her question is always the same for anyone who approaches the bar, though.]

What can I get you?

Re: hey bartender, pour 'em hot tonight.

[knifecollecting]

[She's been wandering the bar for a few minutes and when Nick catches her attention she hums, thinking for a moment.]

Anything not on fire?

[bekommen]

[That would be pretty much everything under Nick's control.]

I don't fuck around with fire and alcohol. I may be dumb, but I ain't that dumb.

[She shakes her head, a nonverbal sort of I can't believe some people.]

Let me guess, though - beer and tequila shots?

cash money, i make enough myself.

[dedikated]

( it's been some time since Kate went out like this. went out with one or two other people, got dragged to a party, yeah, those have all happened since she was here, but a girls night out like this?

well, it's almost like home. except with less of Diana and Alicia being gross in the corner. (she almost misses that.)

the thing is? after a few too many drinks and the right mood? Kate is... almost happy, smiles easier and lets herself sink against the bar, swirling her glass in her hand as she talks. )

Bars'd be better with free booze. ( really, if you think about it, they have it pretty easy when the gods aren't interfering. and that breeds boredom. and excessive drinking. )

Re: cash money, i make enough myself.

[knifecollecting]

But then you wouldn't have bartenders. [Jo laughs quietly as she claims the stool next to Kate.]

And it's not as fun to pour your own drinks when you can't see straight.

[dedikated]

( mmm, point, but; ) 'S long as you've got a mouth. ( benefits of not really drinking anything mixed. no need to pour. just give her a bottle. )

Openin' th' bottle'd be a problem.

OTA

[knifecollecting]

[Jo had been looking forward to this for a few days, since Kate brought it up.

Not that she minded drinking alone, or drinking with others, but it was always nice to kick back with some girls, even if they weren't best friends.]

Shots, anyone?

[avephoenix]

Diiiid somebody say shots?

[Here comes Faith, sidling up next to Jo, bumping hips with her.]

What're we havin'? I'll have anything, but I want to know.

[knifecollecting]

Oh, uh- [She laughs quietly.]

Whiskey to start?

rosie-dear; ota

[hasitsthorns]

disco discomfort

[ Rose always tells everyone she can't dance; that is, in face, a flat out lie. She can. She specializes in break-dancing and swing, specifically, but also just has a nice easygoing rhythm. She's surprisingly limber for someone who's been drinking straight tequila the entire night. Thank God for yokai physiology, man.

Anyone unlucky (or lucky?) enough to be caught in her path will find themselves suddenly grabbed, dipped, and on the receiving end of a faux suggestive eyebrow waggle. Which is also surprising considering her lack of a hand. ]

Come here often?

karaoke optional

[ It takes a lot of alcohol for Rose to finally feel even a small inkling of drunkenness. Two bottles of tequila to herself a lot. Even then, she's only the equivalent of buzzed. A little nauseous, too, but that's not because of the quantity of alcohol. It's actually from drinking it in and of itself and how her body disagrees with it. Disagrees with just about anything.

But before she starts down that train of thought, she tips her head back where she sits and closes her eyes before she starts to sing in a beautiful, quiet mezzo-soprano- ]

Well, I woke up to the sound of silence; the cars were cutting like knives in a fist fight. And I found you with a bottle of wine, your head in the curtains and heart like the fourth of July. You swore and said we are not, we are not shining stars. This I know, I never said we are. Though I've never been through hell like that, I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back

If you're lost and alone or you're sinking like a stone, carry on. May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground, carry on.