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[cons]

[ when Wichita's video cuts on, it's clearly recording from somewhere on the bar, what with the wall of bottles behind her and the lights and the music going on in the background. her mask is off ( but nearby ), because she can't wear her fox face while also wearing her bartending sombrero because of the ears and- well, you understand. but she's got both hands on the bar, not because she needs to hold herself up, but because she wants to be leaning like this. damnit. ]

I'm bored, and this bar is pathetically empty, so here's what we're gonna do.

We're all gonna stop going out into the doomy unknown, and stop getting our asses kicked, and stop worrying about the next big Stupid Thing to ruin our lives- [ lol spoiler: her mask is already ruining her life, what with her paranoia skyrocketing and the recent seeing zombies thing. hence the whole practically living at the bar development. ] - and you're all going to come here, come hang out, have a few drinks, and freaking relax for a while. Alright? That's the plan. That's our next thing.

And it starts right now.

Get your asses down here and order a drink. Dance a little. Meet somebody new, make some stupid decisions that result in good times instead of space horror blahblah. Maybe have some fun, for once. Just an idea!

Unless you're like, under sixteen. Then your order is automatically a space Cola. Which tastes nothing like Coke or Pepsi. Sorry.


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[showbizpanache]

Just don't have too much, okay?

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[cons]

Oh, Kurt.

[ SO FOND. Kurt's just. he's just this baby lamb. that dresses so well. ]

I'll be okay. I'm on the job! Can't drink too much or I can't make drinks for everyone else.

It's okay.

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[theyalldieforme]

Are you coming down for this, Kurt?

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[learnedtosmile]

[Blake usually only comes into the bar when he's on patrol or when someone (read: Ariadne) drags him here. And normally, he wouldn't be interested in playing couples' counselor, but apparently that's the position he's in right now.

So up to the bar he comes, taking a seat and waiting for her to turn her attention his way.] I don't suppose you have plain old soda water?

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[cons]

[ wah nahnuhnah naaaahhh

it's hottie cop. long time no see, hottie cop. ]

I do, actually. But it's gross. It's terrible. It's so plain.

[ but she says this as she's filling up a tall glass for him, no mixers, no nothing. just. soda water. thunk. and then she's leaning on the bar again. way casual. so cas. ..ual. ]

How's it goin'?

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[ryuuzaki]

[His long-sleeved white shirt is oversized, his jeans hang off of his bony hips, his skin is sallow and his hair looks black in the bar's lighting.

His gaze flicks, sidelong, to where her mask rests nearby, then back to her, before he thinks he's caught her attention.]

Exactly what does a "space Cola" taste like?

[Important information. It may not necessarily be his order. In any case, he's well over sixteen--this is a matter of preferences.]

her mask is probably just sitting behind the bar, by the rows of bottles

[cons]

[ ... hmmmm ]

I don't think I know how to describe space Cola. It's just... soda. Pop. Carbonated goodness.

Want me to pour you a glass so you can see for yourself? It's not a big deal if you end up hating it.

permavid & text.

[culver]

Space Cola?

permavid & text.

[cons]

basically I've been taking all the drinks that the ship's bar provides and adding 'space' in front of it, whenever I figure out what it is.

like Space Rum and Space Vodka and Space Cola.

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[idkmybffbloodwing]

[Mordecai is at the bar more often than not these days, finding it preferable to drinking alone in his room, because really, that's just kind of sad. While he's not the biggest socialite there ever was, he likes to think he's not so pathetic that he'd hide from the world like that. He's still busy, of course - he can drink and surf the comms archives at the same time, and there's still a lot to read or watch that he hasn't gotten to yet in his search for as much information as he can find about the ship and its sinister emoticon and that damned list.

He brings his bloodwing along these days, too. Evidently the thing is going to have to be socialized to people, rather than trained to kill them, and while that's disappointing, he'd rather have the bird than be left with the empty gaping hole in his life that he'd lived with after Jack killed his girl.

And thoughts like those were always another good reason to drink.]

'Ey bartender, what's that one over there? [He points to a bottle he hasn't tried yet, not recognizing the label.] You know if it's any good?

[cons]

[ what the fuck?!

it's just a bird. but. whatthefuck. her eyes are wide for a second, and she's not- sure- if there's some rule? against pets being in the bar? she'd have to ask Brian or Justin. but, later. for now she's just going to tread carefully. as carefully as someone in a loud bar can tread, at least. right. ]

Umm.

[ she's actually reluctant to turn her back on the bird now that she's looked at it, but she turns to check out the bottle, quirks her brow up at it. ] I actually don't know. Huh. One way to find out.

[ which is reaching under the bar and grabbing two shot glasses, placing them up on the bar, then moving to go get the bottle off the back wall. she cracks open the cork on the way over, makes the mistake of- ] Woof! Oh. God. No. No. [ smelling it. ] Don't. Smell that. Before you drink it. Jesus.

[ ... because she's pouring them both a shot anyway, even if her stinkface still hasn't faded off completely. good lord that stuff smelled like motor oil. she nudges one of the shots towards him, then picks up her own. ] This has the potential to either make or break this evening. Ready for it?

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[tigers]

[ Moran isn't wearing his mask either, but he's creeping dangerously toward that point. Finally. In fact, one hand remains on it while he makes this response. He doesn't want to look at the ugly thing, but he feels the need to keep it close and he isn't good at one-handed texting okay. ]

Who's worrying, then, chum of mine?

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[cons]

People.

[ SHOO, BUZZKILL BOB. you're not invited to her pity party. ]

The worriers

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[heterophobe]

It's a tragic world we live in when we have to remind people to do the same thing we already do almost every single night. [ but.. ] Do you really think bossing people around is going to make them learn to enjoy themselves?

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[cons]

Right? Shit. [ and now she's scrunching her nose up at the camera ] I'm not being bossy. Am I? I don't think it counts if I'm bossing people into relaxing. Sometimes people need that. Somebody walking up and shaking them and going "chill the hell out!" ..Right?

[logicunlocked]

[ York's been hanging around the bar after dinner sometimes, but he's never had the chance to just sit and talk to the bartender for a while. He's always eager to get to know new people, especially since he's still not used to the empty feeling in his mind since he arrived here without Delta. So when he spots Wichita behind the bar tonight, he decides he'd like to spend his time getting better acquainted with her instead of just stopping for a drink on his way to somewhere else.

He settles into a bar stool at the end of the bar and gives her a cocky grin when she acknowledges him. ]

You look like someone who knows how to make a good whiskey sour.

[cons]

Sure thing.

[ eh, she's not sure she knows how to mix a good one, but she drinks them often enough to know how to make them so they taste decent. that counts, right? hopefully his standards aren't too high. she reaches for a glass, the booze, the mixers. shaken, not stirred. she'd usually put the sugar along the rim of the glass, but man. that's... difficult. when she's already had a few drinks herself. so instead she just plunks the sugar pot down on the bar next to the empty glass, then pours the drink. ]

Badda bing.

[ being a bartender is still pretty new and shiny for her. it's been a few months, sure, but it's a rare occasion for someone to ask for something specific. then again- ]

I've seen you around here, right? You should stick around this time. I've already declared it a.. bar night. So everybody should hang out at the bar. [ nod ]

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[justamobster]

The joint gonna be covered in glitter again?

[ He remembers seeing the party going there before. Walking in and... walking right back out. Nnnnnope. ]

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[cons]

Nah, not tonight. Just the regular scene, no party or anything.

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[justdumbluck]

[Firo's been dead bored cooped up in his room, and there's nothing particularly enticing about taking a walk through those eerie hallways. Boredom and the incredible need for a drink eventually drive Firo down to the bar.

Half-talking to himself, he surveys the bottles and hopes to find something familiar.]

There actually anything good in here?

[As much as alcohol is treated like a staple back home, he wouldn't have dared to hope there'd be much of quality on a spaceship.]

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[cons]

Depends on your definition of 'good'.

[ the corner of her mouth quirks up as she says it though - she's not trying to be sneaky here, people just have different preferences for booze. ]

Some of the stuff takes a bit of work to make it taste tolerable, but it's all strong as hell. You don't have to drink much to get a decent buzz and chill out for a while. [ she sounds like an alcoholic, doesn't she? oh well. it's what she advertised though - come hang out, relax. forget about how awful this place is for a while. and the best way to do that is to get blind drunk! ]

[supfirehawk]

[ She's not going to say no to a little drinking and decides to head the bar after seeing the video. She grabs a stool to sit on and rests her elbows on the counter. ]

So, does this bar have a specialty drink?

[cons]

Not really, nah. Shots. We take lots of shots here.

[ nodnodnod! and now she's quirking her brow, reaching under the bar so she can hold up two small glasses, wanna take a shot? ]

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[sugarbear]

Why not? I owe you cocktail making lessons as it is.

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[cons]

Yes! Yes, you do. Let's do this. For the good of the bar.

[ she'll even hit said bar with her palm, like she's a judge, like she's got a gavel. make it so! ]

[allucinator]

Can I dance with you?

[cons]

Just so happens my dance card is wide open, so.. Sure thing, kid.

[ all smiles here, but yeah, okay. she just got a verbal beatdown from John Blake, she's pretty much expecting the same treatment from Bren's roommate. but she'll play. ]

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[vindicating]

That's not a bad idea— some time to relax would probably help between everything that's been going on.

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[cons]

Exactly. Feel free to stop by, I'll be here for- most of the night. If not all night.

Probably all night.

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[armsmaster]

Bars only empty cause up til now nobody mentioned there was one. Seems like these pendejos left it off the tourist guide no?

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[cons]

they're ashamed of us here. we have too much fun for those sticks in the mud that compiled that whole welcome message. damn the man!!