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

[supfirehawk]

[She doesn't frequent the bar as often as her best friend, but she came often enough, usually to partake of a couple of beers. She grabbed one of the bottles and glanced around at the scene.

It took her a moment to place where she had seen Alistair before. He had made a video on the network jumps ago and they had spoken briefly. She figured what the heck and went to sit beside him.]

'Sup. I remember seeing you on the network before.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

That one riveting conversation about the chee-toes, right? For the record, I never got them. [ He chuckles. ] You're... L-something. Lily. Leela? I seem to have... forgotten.

[supfirehawk]

[She laughs and shakes her head.] You're closer than I expected you to get. Name's Lilith. You were something with 'star', right?

[forlifeloveandcheese]

[ Finger gun point. ] That's the name!

It's Alistair! So, what brings you here, Lilith? Purely recreational drinking, drowning your sorrows, or just here for the music?

[supfirehawk]

[She popped the cap off of her beer and had a drink before answering.] The first and the last. I've been luckier than most in the sorrows department.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

Really? That makes me kind of jealous. This place is a horror house.

[ He takes a sip of his glass as well. ] It has good alcohol, at least.

[supfirehawk]

If it didn't, they'd have a mutiny on their hands. It's one of the few things that makes this place bearable.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

I won't argue with that.

I kind of wonder what'll happen if it... you know. Runs out.

[supfirehawk]

[She laughs and shakes her head.] I know of at least one person that would start their own brewery if that happened.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

[ He laughs, too. ] And then people would be throwing themselves at his feet and worshiping him, right.

[supfirehawk]

We'd have a black market going on before long if there was anything worth trading here.

[forlifeloveandcheese]

Decent meals and body parts, probably.

[supfirehawk]

[That brought back some images from home and she wondered if there was anyone on board that dabbled in messing with human or animal parts.] Yeah, I don't think any of the tech here is good enough for body parts to be a worthwhile trade.

[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.

[supfirehawk]

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

[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.