Arriba, abajo;

[idkmybffbloodwing]

CHARACTERS: Mordecai, OPEN!
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Mordecai found the bar. Good luck getting him to leave, ever.
NOTES: Prose or action is fine, take your pick. Oh, and feel free to join existing threads or start a new one.

It was amazing how quickly time could pass. Already, Mordecai had been stuck on this damn ship for a week - a week too long, in his opinion, but there wasn't much to do about that. Most of his and Lilith's thoughts on how they might get out of here already had proven futile. Having spent as much time reading the comms as he had, though, that didn't really surprise him. There wasn't much that they'd thought of that hadn't already been tried.

He wasn't about to give up on at least finding out more about the workings of the place, though. There was a lot of information out there that the ship's other residents knew that wasn't written down in any obvious place - he'd learned that much already from Jaye and her descriptions of the ship's interior. He doubted those he really wanted information from - namely, the ship's Captain and Commander - would ever visit the bar and talk openly with the passengers while inebriated. That would be too good to be true. But getting to know a few more people could yield surprising results.

Well, that, and really, he just wanted a drink, so justifying it to himself didn't actually matter. Besides, he was curious about the place. He sent a quick text to Lilith, who he'd never known to turn down a night of social drinking, then headed on in to see who was there, and most importantly, what the regulars recommended he try.

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[idkmybffbloodwing]

Mordecai comes here for all the wrong reasons - he finds it a place he can get work done, since drinking in his room leads too quickly to drunkenness and too little actually accomplished. Though there are days when that's really all he wants, tonight he's back at the bar, leaning over his comm and drinking something the bartender mixed for him. He's not real sure what it is, but it burns just right.

When he looks up, there's a woman not too far away who he hasn't seen here before. He shuts off the comm device, and nods over at her glass. "The hell's that you're drinkin' there?" Man, the variety of booze at this bar never ceases to amaze him. He thought he knew a lot about alcohol, but this place has some really unusual stuff.

[thenormalsquint]

Angela's leaning back onto the bartop, elbows taking most of her weight when she lifts the glass up to eye level and shrugs out an answer. "You know, I have no idea. I just thought it was pretty and I wanted it. Tastes like... chicken."

She's still out on whether that is a good or bad thing.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Like chicken," he repeats, pretty sure she has to be joking. "Who makes a drink a color like that an' has it taste like chicken? That just doesn't seem right. You want somethin' better?"

[thenormalsquint]

Nodding, Angela confirms she said exactly what he heard. "Some space dude, I'll guess. Can't be picky when it's the only stuff we can get though."

But an offer? She'll accept that. "I would say you're paying, but apparently drinks are free here."

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Uh huh. Plenty to go 'round. I dunno how it's possible with how much goes 'round here every night, but apparently we haven't run out yet. What do you normally like?

[thenormalsquint]

"Vodka, with or without mixers and wine," she replies, swing the stool around to face forward. The purple drink has only been sipped at but when it reminds of you dinner and not fun times, it needs to go. She pushes it aside. "What are you offering?"

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"You wanna try one'a these? It's... Shit, I don't remember what they said went into it. Kinda tastes like a rum an' cola, but it's got a lot more bite to it. Not as sweet, either." Space ingredients, man, he was never sober enough to remember them when told about them.