video;

[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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Comments

[supfirehawk]

[ She laughs and motions for her to go ahead and pour. ] There has to be one shot that gets ordered more than the rest.

[cons]

Oh, yeah sure. Rum, definitely. It's no JD, but it tastes better than the rest of the crap we've got back here. Unless you're into tequila shots. Only we don't have any limes, so. [ really it's up to her. ]

[supfirehawk]

I'll stick to your recommendation and start with the rum.

[cons]

Cheers.

[ la la la, just filling up two shot glasses now and sliding one towards her new drinking buddy because yes, Wichita does take shots with everybody that orders one. well, their first shot anyway. she's not that good at drinking. yet. ]

On three, then. Count us off.

[supfirehawk]

One, two, three. [ At that count, she downed her shot and let out a satisfied sigh as she set her glass on the counter. ] Got any other goodies hiding behind the counter?