[open] i looked for your name on the ouija board

[klutziness]

CHARACTERS: Rikku & you.
LOCATION: Space Babylon.
WARNINGS: Alcohol.
SUMMARY: It's Rikku's birthday and she wants to celebrate. And not think about the people that aren't with her.
NOTES: N/A.


[This birthday sucked.

Not only was she basically alone, but she had also made the mistake of starting to "celebrate" on her own. She should have learned already that doing so was not the stuff good ideas were made of. But so far she felt alright, besides being a little dizzy when she walked. And as she slid into a seat at the bar (whoever had the idea to put a bar on a spaceship was a genius, really), she already felt better.

The blonde runs a hand through her hair, setting her (probably pilfered) bottle of vodka on the bar.]

Anybody home?

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[inebriety]

[Tony slides into the seat next to her and reaches over the bar to grab his own glass.]

Like I said, there's usually someone around.

[He pulls the vodka towards him and pours himself a glass.]

But at this point, I believe you should be cut off. [He pauses.] Birthday or not. Happy pseudo-birthday by the way.

[klutziness]

[EXCUSE YOU, THIS IS HER DRUNKEN BIRTHDAY PARTY THAT I AM LATE TO, YOU CANNOT JUST TAKE HER VODKA.]

Hey, you. [At least he gets as mile, and she holds off on taking back the bottle. For now.] Thanks. I don't really know what the day or month is here, but you know, counting isn't so hard.

[inebriety]

Then you have no excuse in not informing us in advance. I'm afraid I'm empty handed.

[He rummages in his pockets to see if he has anything and brings up... a screw driver. Not quite the lavish gifts he usually did. This really was unacceptable.]

[klutziness]

[She rolls her eyes so dramatically.] Dude, I wasn't going to throw a party or anything. [But she lets him search and she actually looks interested in the screwdriver. It is actually perfect, especially in her current state.]

[inebriety]

[Too bad for her, he's not going to give her that. He needs it for when he gives WALL-E repairs or upgrades and he has never given a gift worth less than a few hundred dollars, potentially haunted spaceship or not.]

But you could of accepted gifts.

[He tucks the screwdriver away over the counter.]

[klutziness]

[Tony you are a true friend who understands the need for expensive things. She can wait.]

Make me a drink. That's a gift.

[She's only slurring a little.]

[inebriety]

[Making a drink is considered an acceptable gift considering his time is worth valuable money. And despite the fact that he tried cutting her off earlier, this doesn't count because it's a drink from him. He really has no leg to stand on in lecturing anyone on the dangers of drinking anyway.]

Any preferences or should I surprise you?

[klutziness]

[She might actually listen to him.]

I like sweet things. But otherwise, have at it.

[thatsaflaregun]

I believe it's self-serve most days, sistah. Hard to keep steady work hours when you're not sure what time it really is. [Desmond happens to wander in at the time she speaks, smiling wearily. It's been quiet barring a few incidents, but no less stressful. The tiny incidents are much worse than the big ones.]

[klutziness]

[She spins around on her barstool to look at him, sizing him up. Yeah, okay, he can sit with her.] No real clocks or calendars does make it a little, teeny bit difficult I guess.

[thatsaflaregun]

Aye. Luckily I don't sleep much or it might get really difficult. [He still wakes up at 108 minute intervals. This Is Why You're Crazy.jpeg.

He takes the seat beside her.] So what're we drinking to today?

[klutziness]

[She cocks her head, and pushes the vodka across the bar towards him.] You an insomniac or something?

[thatsaflaregun]

Guess you could say that, yeah. [He takes a swig, pulls a face, starts to hand it back, pauses, and then takes a slightly less intense swig. Vodka, man.] Though it's not sleeping that's the problem- it's the always waking up.

[klutziness]

[That catches her.] So you can't stay asleep? Isn't there medicine for that?

[thatsaflaregun]

Aye. But it's not that simple. I once spent a few years working in a place where I had to enter a code every a hour and a half or so. The routine stuck with me. So it's less bein' sick and more that I can't shake the habit. Even if I did knock myself out, I'd wake up in a panic thinkin' I'd miss it until I realized I'm not there any longer.

[klutziness]

[A little squint.] That's rough. How long has it been since you quit that gig?

[thatsaflaregun]

Three years. [He holds up his fingers.] Give or take a few months.

[Yeeeeah. BUT THAT'S ENOUGH ABOUT HIM.] And what about you, sistah? D'you have a reason to be drinkin' alone?

[klutziness]

[NO SHE WANTS TO KNOW ALL THE THINGS]

Well, it's my birthday and I'm out a couple best friends and a boyfriend, so. Alone it is. [CHEERS]

[thatsaflaregun]

[He raises his glass, fixing her with a sympathetic look. And apparently this is an ALSO OVERLY FRIENDLY INFORMATION SHARE FIGHT.] I'll drink to that. Out a wife and son, myself.

[klutziness]

[THAT'S HOW SHE ROLLS. She raises her glass in return.]

Yowch. I think you get the rest of this, buddy. [And she pushes the bottle towards him.]

[thatsaflaregun]

Much obliged. [He pours out a little more, but doesn't actually take the whole bottle. He would rather not be singing drinking songs and passing out on the floor in front of the nice girl, but that may be where this is headed.] It's been difficult. I keep thinkin' I'll find a way to get back to 'em, but this bloody ship apparently has other plans.

[klutziness]

[A sip as she listens. That sounds so hard. A person's bond with their family is something that should never be broken.]

Maybe someday the crazy machine will let up.

[thatsaflaregun]

Oh, I know it will. It has to. [He is 100% convinced of this.] It's all meant to matter. All of this. So that means we're workin' to some end, yeah? There's got to be some reason we're all trapped here.

[klutziness]

[She's never thought of it that way. Probably because "everything happens for a reason" isn't really an Al Bhed belief.]

If you think so. Nobody can say you're wrong.