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ataraxionlogs2013-03-13 07:57 pm
cons) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-03-13 07:57 pm
our troubles are all the same
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. ]
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. ]
no.....
Yeah, there isn't much to be said for the future's taste in booze, I'll give you that.
[ but then he refills stiles' glass before taking another drink. he grimaces, but it's only very, very slightly. ]
But it gets the job done.
yep
[ an amateur's question, obviously. ]
no subject
Why wouldn't we be? Have you got a job to get to in the morning?
[ no, because nobody works in space!! or at least nathan doesn't, so clearly nobody else does, either. ]
no subject
Yeah, I'm on Flight Crew.
[ stiles shrugs a shoulder and tosses back his shot anyway, because if he's hungover he won't be the only one, and besides. there's plenty to do that will put him away from other people. he pulls another face. ]
Oh my god, I'm drinking something else. There cannot actually be a liquid in this ship that tastes worse than that.
[ he starts going through some of the other bottles. ]
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[ but he's smiling and may even sound slightly fond. because yes, drinking is the best way to bond quickly, and there's something about playing the 'big brother getting his younger brother trashed' role that nathan has a soft spot for.
and he happens to have a very intimate knowledge of all of the booze behind the bar, so assuming stiles has a preference for a certain kind of normal alcohol, he might be able to offer up a reasonable facsimile. ]
What's your poison of choice?
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[ he picks up something that's blue, actually blue, and squints at it. ]
Hell yes.
[ weird coloured booze usually tastes like candy, right? that's the rule? and okay, for all he knows this is some weird blue space monster's weird blue space jizz, but he'll take that risk. he pours himself a shot. ]
Here's to living on a lawless spaceship.
[ and down the hatch it goes. it's a cold burn, and vaguely sweet, he wrinkles his nose a little, but doesn't complain. ]