our troubles are all the same

[cons]

CHARACTERS: Wichita and YOU. well, the bartenders and bar regulars. or not-regulars!
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: booze?
SUMMARY: No special occasion here, just an open post for anybody that frequents the space bar. mix and mingle, friends. put up open threads for your characters, or talk to Wichita, or. whatever. anything goes!


[ it's been nearly a week since the last jump, and Wichita's still in a shit mood. which she hates to admit, but it's the truth. she misses Brendan, way way too much. no really, it's too much. she's furious with herself for letting herself get that attached to someone, because she knew, she knew this could happen and it's still chewing up her insides like something our of a dramatic chickflick. her life feels like a sad, sappy little montage from a really terrible space-romance movie right now, and it's making her feel even worse than losing him in the first place. she isn't getting trashed ( at least, she hasn't yet ) and she isn't wasting bullets at the gun range, she's just- doing nothing. at the bar. she's spending all her time at the bar like serving drinks and distracting herself with other people's problems will make hers go away.

it's failing, but whatever. it's easier to not get angry or sad over the situation if she doesn't let herself think about it too much.

so there she is, behind the bar, Jenna's iPod providing a decent mix of tunes over the speakers possibly a little too loud because she doesn't care to overhear anybody's conversations today. either that, or she's too lazy to turn down the volume. either way. she's not looking all that approachable ( at least, not as much as she usually does while she's here ), but she'll probably be the one mixing your drinks today, so. hope you're not too put-off by that. then again, if you're somebody she actually wants to talk to, she might stretch a smile across her face for your benefit. which is the closest thing to a 'no please come talk to me' you'll ever get from her. ]

Comments

[learnedtosmile]

Scotch is usually too rich for my taste, but I'm willing to make an exception this once. [He takes a swallow, wincing slightly at the taste (none of the booze on this ship tastes very good).]

You're not sleeping in here, are you?

this is awful

[picnmix]

[ wow okay, not the kind of enthusiasm he was expecting from a stray bestiality reference, but- ]

Jesus, calm down-

[ except hold up, there's only one conclusion to draw from such a defensive reaction, and his voice definitely does not get any quieter when he continues. in fact, it's more one of those 'eureka' exclamations than anything. ]

You're an actual wolf fucker.

this is the greatest

[ex_question191]

Uh, what?

[ wow, that was not. what he was expecting. stiles goes from confused, to disbelieving, to deeply deprecatory. ]

Yeah, that's totally it, good job, Sherlock.

[ but at least he's pretty sure he's worked out who this asshole is. he's more irish than stiles imagined. ]

You're the dude that's into shapeshifters.

[cons]

People know not to come down to this end. It's where the new guys practice mixing drinks. And hound all my booze.

[ as if it's actually hers, and as if she cares. she's about five seconds from wagging her finger at you though, sonny boy. show some fucking respect. but no, she doesn't actually ever expect him to, and no, she's not sure she wants to be around the day he actually decides to be respectful or anything else than what he already is. ]

And the only time you can serve piss in a cup is if a man named Sebastian Moran shows his stupid muttonchopped face in here. I mean, run after you do it, though. Because he will shoot you if you poke at him too much. I know that from experience.

[cons]

Oh yeah? Cute. [ which sounds more like cuuuuute because it is cute. in some perfect world, a cute Pie Girl is with a cute Pie Guy where they can bake together and everything is perfect. the only downside to that is that they're both stuck on the ship now, but, Wichita's focusing on the cute factor of it all for now. ] But that means your taste test results might be a little biased. Even though I'm pretty sure if he made pies that weren't so great, you wouldn't willingly deliver them anywhere. [ hmm ] I'll take that into consideration. [ she finally takes a seat and scoots it up towards the crate-table, putting the pie down near the corner so both she and Chuck can share it if she sits in the chair caddy-corner to hers. ] I know you're supposed to eat pie in slices, but. Whatever. I like to just dig right in, sometimes.

[cons]

[ there's a pbbt of laughter when he says he's on flight crew, but really that's just because she asked about learning to fly from them not too long ago. the idea was that if they ever found a way out, a way home, she'd like to know how to fly the shuttles. but. she's lost her hope in that plan since then. ]

Yeah, I'm on Gunnery, technically. I take a few shifts per week, at the gun range mostly just making sure nobody's goofing off, but otherwise... I mean, I learned how to strategize for attacks a little bit back home, but not so much for any kind of space scenarios. It's nuts. I didn't get drug tested either. [ grin ] Have they let you check out the shuttles yet? I'm pretty sure they're all broken down, but it'll be a good thing to be acquainted with in case they're ever up and running again.

[cons]

[ there's a very big Frown of Protest at 'poor, underdeveloped space bar', but she doesn't interrupt, not when she's curious where he's going with it. there's a sad shake of her head because no, they don't have wine, which is a damn shame really. she's been lamenting the fact for a while now. then again, she's never had someone there come talk to her about bargains. ]

I'm listening.

[cons]

[ Wichita's giving him one of those patented frown-smiles, which is like a wince, in a way, only her eyes brighten up a tiny bit with amusement, and she forces the corners of her mouth down to stop herself from smiling ]

No, I haven't started sleeping in here. It's creepy in here when it's empty. And those booths aren't nearly as comfortable to sleep on as they are to sit on. Can't really even do nap time in here. Oh, but there's a kid named Nathan that probably spends the night here, I wouldn't doubt it.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

[Yeah, most of what's in the first few sentences makes zero sense to him. Manipulating probabilities to make better alcohol? But he lets it go because honestly, the details don't matter.]

Shame, it woulda been nice to have more of that goin' around. Still, at least this stuff's plenty effective, huh?

[handelaar]

Mm.

[Just a noncommital grunt - if it didn't make the chickens sick it shouldn't make two guys many, many times their size sick either - and then he glances back and forth before answering. Nope, still not gonna offer yet.]

Called a kuim. Asato grows 'em, but the next batch won't be ready for - months.

[It's with that caveat that he shifts to pull out his pocketknife, slices off a piece and pauses, not sure how to hand it over without immediately trying to grab it back. Fuck masks, man. Uh. Finally his eyes light on a coaster and slaps it toward himself, thumbs off the fruit, and slides it over without looking.]

[idkmybffbloodwing]

[The guy sure seems reluctant to hand over a piece of fruit, and he has to wonder if it's addictive or something, to cause that kind of reaction, because that sure looks like more than a standard "this is delicious and I want to eat it all myself". He drags the coaster toward him and picks up the slice of fruit, and has a bite, nodding a little.]

Kuim, huh? That's pretty damn good.

[But not amazing or anything, exactly, and he finishes off the slice, then looks for something else to try out.]

[learnedtosmile]

Fair enough. [He takes a thoughtful sip of his scotch - it's easier the more quickly he drinks it, not surprisingly.]

I'm not the hovering, hand-wringing type. But if you feel like doing something stupid, try talking to someone first.

[Another swig of his drink.] Don't end up shot again.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

That smell goes bone deep, I'm sure. It's part of his... charm. [ Charm, here, being a euphemism for body odor. ]

Oh, yeah, that is pretty gross. All those smells just mingling together without proper insulation. It's no wonder your people have stomachs made of steel.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

...Why does it have to be good?

I meant for surgery. Or blood sacrifices. Or, Maker forbid, meat. [ He shivers.] Wow, I think I just grossed myself out.

[inspirited]

[Chuck is more than used to that reaction whenever she mentions being Ned's girlfriend but maybe she did have a point about being biased] Maybe a bit, but Ned does do this for a living back home too.

[She just moves over and soon takes a seat beside Wichita] Well considering it's mostly for you— that's an acceptable way to eat it too.

[supfirehawk]

I'm glad no one here has gotten that desperate. ...No one I know of, at least.

[picnmix]

[ if you think nathan isn't suspicious as hell after that reaction, you are wrong as hell, buddy. except he blatantly just things you're actually into bestiality, so at least there's that. ]

What? No. I wouldn't say "into" so much as intrigued and eager to expand my worldly knowledge, thank you. And besides, I'm only asking the questions everyone's thinking.

[ because it's not like finding out this sort of shit exists should bring to mind more important, existential questions. screw that, he'll stick with making a mockery of it. speaking of mockery, have some shallow vitriol. ]

Do you even drink?

[ see also: you don't look like you could handle wine coolers. ]

[ex_question191]

[ sure, okay, whatever you say nathan. it's not like stiles has room to protest, because they are kind of the questions he thinks slash asks himself. ]

I'm behind the bar, aren't I?

[ stiles gives him the sarcastic wide eyes, even though that doesn't really answer the question. but he clarifies pretty quickly. ]

Yeah, I drink.

[showmance]

Oh, absolutely. [ said with much emphasis and sincerity as she hops up next to him. ] How have you been, anyway, loud music aside?

[handelaar]

[He doesn't look up until Mordecai's speaking and he's sure they won't have to deal with any strange grabby-hands tendencies, because goddamn if he wants to explain that. On the other hand enough people seem to accept "mask shit" as an explanation - whatever. The hard part's over with, so he nods at a neon-skinned specimen and busies himself with his drink.]

Try that. Or the berries - [here he tips his glass toward some, and hey, he knows those; simple raspberries, blueberries. He downs the rest of his drink and fishes out a cigarette instead. Pretty much anything to keep from getting weird and possessive.]

[forlifeloveandcheese]

Me too. Or maybe they're just good at hiding it...?

On a less disgusting note, tell me a little about yourself, Lilith. In a ship full of people from different worlds, you can't help but be a little curious, right?

[supfirehawk]

I'm a bounty hunter and I'm noticing a lot of people are from thousands of years before I am. What about you?

[forlifeloveandcheese]

A bounty hunter? Like... a mercenary, right? I know the type.

Well, I'm a King and a Grey Warden, if you can believe it.

[undercovergirl]

Both, I guess. [ she's honestly curious, even if her mind is, for the most part, elsewhere. ]

[quotate]

[ Which means they don't have any, which once again-- unsurprising. Poor, underdeveloped space bar is considerably lacking but that's no surprise because duh: space. Who has wine in space? Maybe Neil Armstrong was off having wine while pretending he was on the moon and getting paid the big bucks for it but that's a whole other story and Moz makes himself comfortable, learning forward just enough and talking a note lower under his breath. ]

If you can make me something to drink that you think I might be at least able to suffer my way through, I say we swap stories.

[ He won't say what kind of stories, and he won't say this is a test, but he's more than a little bit perky enough to imply that this shouldn't be a DO OR DIE sort of situation. Except for how it most definitely is. ]