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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. ]

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[Another day means, naturally, another day spent mostly at the bar. Sure, Mordecai does have more to do on the ship than before, these days - but he can't spend all day long training his bird, feeding chickens, and stalking the hallways for Jack. Drinking time has to figure in there as well, and while he isn't always the most social of individuals, he gets bored if he spends too much time just sitting around his bedroom.

So, as usual, he makes himself at home at a table at the side of the room, comm in one hand and bird on his shoulder. He'll go to the bar for periodic refills, sure, but most of his time is spent reading through the network, and poring over what little he had been able to find in the library on homemade alcohol. It isn't much, but with Netherlands' help, he's pretty sure he'll eventually figure out how to make something that will be less of a mystery than some of the things Wichita keeps at her bar. It will just take time and experimentation.]

[It's different from any tavern he's been in before, but no matter the appearance, no matter the location, any establishment that serves ale will have a few things that never change. Drink, possible employment, possible marks, and ratty tables to make clandestine meetings. For the first time since he arrived a month ago Zevran actually felt at home. With a pint at his elbow and a sketchpad in hand he works out various designs for various body parts as requested- he couldn't very well strip down and show his handiwork every time someone wished to know what his tattoos usually looked like.

Well.

He could but the others on the ship might not approve and while normally that isn't something he worries about everything of this place requires caution. So here's an elf, settled somewhere unobtrusive, drinking and doodling away.]

[Blake is - not exactly a bar regular. Not in the way some others are. He doesn't hang out and get drunk regularly - but he does make a habit of poking his head in when on patrol if he knows Wichita will be working. Which is pretty much all the time.

Since Brendan's disappearance - since she informed him of it, he hasn't really tried to approach her in any capacity, but eventually his better - or worse? Instincts get the better of him, and here he is, walking up to the bar, not caring too much about the look on her face.

He won't force her to talk - especially not about her feelings - if she's not in the mood. He just feels like he should check in on her. He feels like Brendan would want him to look out for her, even if he wasn't already inclined to himself. Which he is.]

Scotch, on the rocks.

[Courfeyrac was still getting used to this place. Still getting used to not being in France and not having most of his friends around. The few that were there he was more than thankful for. And it was when he heard that there was a bar that he insisted Enjolras join him.

He seriously needed to get out more. They both did.

This music, though. He furrowed his brow and glanced around, trying determine where it was coming from and why it sounded like... Whatever this was.]

[ she's not shocked to see him here, but her brows do lift a little bit because- ]

Scotch as in.. an alcoholic beverage? [ so her sarcasm isn't up to its usual par, but the lift is there in her tone, even as she reaches under the bar to grab a clean rocks glass and shifts to scoop ice out of the bin. ] Never thought I'd see the day John Blake grabbed a drink in public. Should I be worried? [ deflect deflect deflect ]

[Since Combeferre had been insisting upon a chaperone when he went out and there were only so many hours a person could sit in their room up to nothing, the bar seemed like a nice compromise. Plenty of people, and a lot like their old setting.

Granted... the music was going to take some getting used to. The volume of it, at the very least.

He'd not been inside a minute when he spotted Courfeyrac, and Enjolras with him. Smiling slightly, he'd go and gingerly take the seat beside them.]

I hope you don't mind extra company?

[Enjolras had undoubtedly disagreed. He hasn't been to a bar in the two months he's been here, why should he go now? It seems a bit silly.

But Courfeyrac had won out, as he usually did, so -- Enjolras sits at a corner of the bar, not really talking or drinking, just -- people-watching.]

[And suddenly, a wild Pontmercy appears.]

You've already located the bar.

[ Alistair used to vaguely drift in and out of the bar before, but ever since Shale died, he became more or less a regular -- first because of mourning, then because of habit. One and a half glasses of wine on good days, half an entire bottle on bad ones. ]

[ The sight would seem a bit odd to people who know him, given his happy, chatty nature, but at the bar he just sorts of... keeps to himself at the far side of the bar counter, his gaze wistful and far away. Not that he doesn't like talking to people! Anybody who decides to talk to him would get an incredibly friendly reception. Right now, however, he seems to be content at letting the music drown him. ]

[ check it out, stiles stilinski at the bar. he has it on good authority they don't card here? but seriously, general moratorium on telling his dad. ]

[ instead of sitting down and ordering drinks like a normal person, he hops up and sits on the bartop, swings his long legs over the counter to the unauthorized side, and hops down again, leaning an elbow where his ass was to talk to witchita. ]

Don't get the impression you can put me to work, I'm just here to annoy you.

[ but hey, for those who aren't sassy lady gunslingers: later, if wichita's in the backroom or wiping down tables, feel free to assume he's a bartender and try and wave down the teenage boy to serve you a drink. ]

[The music was going to take a lot of getting used to. Courfeyrac outright beamed as he saw Jehan approaching. Enjolras was being, well, himself, and antisocial as it were. "People watching" he claimed. So it might have been a bad call to drag him here... But it certainly wasn't a bad call to visit in general.]

You're far better company, Prouvaire, than a certain someone I could mention.

[Who was sitting right there, but likely not paying any attention.]

I'm glad for you to join us.

[Courfeyrac is used to winning these arguments. So he wasn't necessarily surprised he'd won this time. So even as Enjolras sat at the corner of the bar, and Courfeyrac himself flitted around with his wine, he would pause to give his friend a Look every now and then.

Enjoy yourself, it would say.]

[Courfeyrac just grins brightly up at him and tips his hat.]

Grantaire would have sniffed it out an hour after arriving. I believe I showed great restraint by waiting this long, personally!

[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.

[ The more time Jo spends on this ship, the more she realizes she misses home. Not in that it's home and she doesn't want to be on this nightmare ship of a space-ride, but that she misses having something to do. Some job to have or hunt to go on. She's bored out of her mind, and the only thing she's even slightly thankful for is having met Wichita when she did and getting her job.

Because that's all Jo's really been doing, every day or so. She'll get up, go work out or move around or just waste time, and then she'll end up at the bar, serving drinks and doing dishes and teaching Wichita the ways of running a bar because at least Jo knows what she's doing. Has done this before. So if you're at the Space Bar, chances are that you're being served by either the owner or Jo. She'll take your order, mix your drink, whatever you want. She'll even sit and talk to you, if you'd like. She knows all about that need to drink, need to relax, need to sit and listen or sit and talk and she can do whatever, whether she knows you or not. Jo might not be unnecessarily friendly, but she'll listen and get you a drink. And when you're coming to a bar, what more could you really want? ]

[ and here's itty bitty Rachel Berry, all smiles as she scopes out the bar for performance-planning purposes. when she spots Courfeyrac, she walks over to him immediately, still beaming. ] Hi, Courfeyrac. Looking for someone?

[ she saw those furrowed brows, man. fair waring, though: if you get her on the subject of music, she will never stop talking about it. ]

Edited (i do what i want) 2013-03-16 01:06 (UTC)

[ A man could only dream of such exquisite things as space wine...... well, alright, so maybe it wasn't exactly something he'd ever dreamed of, but he'd heard of the bar in passing conversation. By which he means he heard about the bar by poking around on the network and invading other people's privacy, but wasn't that exactly the same thing? Eavesdropping by way of looking through what other people were trying to keep private was like leaving your car unlocked and hoping that no one would steal it.

Well. Sort of.

But that wasn't really the point, because Mozzie's always inclined to investigate what's laid out before him, while trying to turn an uncomfortable situation into one that's a little more tolerable. Head held high as he made his way inside, Moz is fully prepared to check out the so-called-establishment, which he couldn't really call an establishment whatsoever. All things considered, not many of the places he frequented could be, which was why the whole air of the place is almost enjoyable, just because it feels a bit like home. Like the underground of what he's used to. Sliding up to the bar, even the bartender (seems to not be of age, Moz is pleased to see) looks a little less than cheerful. ]

Are you going to be the one talking about your life story while you pour me drinks, or am I just supposed to sit and soak in the overpowering scent of teen spirit. Which you might be lacking a little of, today.

Edited 2013-03-16 00:59 (UTC)

[ After receiving some lovely (annoying, stupid, emotionally-charged) presents from the locker fairy, Annie needs a drink — by herself, without Auggie, without anyone who knows her well enough to tell forced cheeriness from the real deal. So here she is, acting happy enough, sipping her second drink at the bar, and starting up a conversation with Jo. ]

So, how many people pour their hearts out to you weekly? Gimme an estimate.

[ Because the bartender/waitress confident and guru is a pretty far spread trope. ]

[ the fact that he's here isn't too wild, it's not like she's ever turned a teenager away at the door, so it's not until he's hopping up on her bar that he gets a brow raised at him, all the way up to when he's hopping down and leaning on it. and maybe it's just because Brian used to do that all the time that there a tinytiny pause before she gives him a look that reads, roughly, I'm pretty sure I'd have no problem putting you to work if I really wanted to put you to work, but I don't. ]

I'm not the one you gotta worry about. [ she's just going to tip her head towards the dance floor while she folds her arms on the bar and leans into it. laaazy. bummed. blah. but then, not as much now that she has someone to talk to that she actually likes talking to. ] Those are the people that are gonna be demanding drinks when they see you on the business side of the bar. You ever mix a drink before?

Better not to mention it, then.

[Joked softly in return, settling in. After all, Enjolras looked severe enough already.]

Have you been here long? With this noise like Homados having a fit?

[It was so loud that he had to raise his voice a little more than he would have liked to.]

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.

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

[ 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?

[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.

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[When does Enjolras not look severe? Still, Courfeyrac laughs and shakes his head, raising his voice so Jehan can hear him over it.]

This noise is ridiculous, Prouvaire, isn't it?! We have not been here long at all and I do not know how long we will stay.

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