i remember when we were gambling to win ( closed )

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CHARACTERS: Wichita & Team Jailbait ( party crashing rights to moriarty/sebastian/neal/holmes/blake )
LOCATION: Justin and Brian's space bar.
WARNINGS: ..underage drinking, maybe. oops. talk of character death and the other messed up, hellish things that happen on the ship.
SUMMARY: Wichita's dealing with things the best way she knows how - drinking, and making people drink with her.
NOTES: tag in at your own pace. we can do multiple threads, threadjack, whatever. have at it. :D

[ it's been a week. just about. a whole week since Sherlock Holmes was found dead in a pool and Wichita still feels like absolute shit about it. what's that about? it's one thing, you know, when somebody's on the ship one minute then gone just a few months later, disappearing or never coming back after a jump, but. but Sherlock- it was permanent, wasn't it? and very real. and when someone gets lost on the ship, there's always that chance they'll come back. they'll be exhausted and confused, but they come back. Sherlock wouldn't, not the same as before at least, and it was weighing her down a lot more than she thought it would. then again, she felt this way when they found the painter dead too, and she hardly knew him, hardly.

the fact that she cares is weird. really weird, considering she was literally surrounded by death back in her home world, before she got here, and it was easy to let it all slide over her like driving past roadkill on the road to Pacific Playland.

things change though, right? that's the phrase? things change, people change. she didn't like to think about the changes she's been through since she got on this freaking spaceship, because they all make her feel a lot weaker than she was at home. weaker, vulnerable. someone's dead and she's sad about it, still. a week later.

so she's doing what she always does, albiet a few days too late - she's going to get drunk. properly trashed, because it's easier than dealing with being sad over someone being dead. and maybe that's unhealthy, and stupid, and dangerous when any step she takes on this damn boat could be her last, but she doesn't care. like, at all. which is kind of just as scary as being sad over somebody being dead. so she'll put on a brave face. brave, or sarcastic, uncaring. whatever. she'll put on a face and pretend she's getting drunk just to throw a wrench in the monotony of living here, convince people to join her because that makes it easier to distract herself.

ugh, whatever. where'd that bottle go? and where are her friends.

( f r i e n d s. that's a weird one to think out-loud. let's maybe never use that word again. ) ]

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[showbizpanache]

[Kurt had managed to dig out the least alcoholic, least caloric drink available, and is sipping at it delicately as he sits alone at the bar. He thinks that maybe this isn't a good idea-- He misses Blaine so terribly it hurts underneath his skin, like something is scratching there relentlessly and he can't do anything about it. Now missing Justin is layered on top of that, and suddenly he starts reconsidering his choice of drink.]

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[ wow, what. sitting alone. this isn't an option, nope, sorry Kurt. which is why Wichita is sliding out from behind the bar, just to end up right next to him on one of the bar stools. ..and then she reaches for the glass she left behind in all that circling and no, there's no reason she had to switch which side of the bar she was on, but, well- ]

You are drinking what we use for the tonic half of a gin and tonic, do you realize that? [ her nose is scrunched, like she can't even fathom it ] Isn't it... bland? Seriously, we've got- Um. "Pepsi"..ish. I've been calling it Pepsi, but I know it's not. Since it's space-Pepsi, but. Pepspi. Spepsey. Spacey. Ehh. Spacey just reminds me of Kevin Spacey, and have you ever seen American Beauty? ... [ sssssip of her drink ] It's awful. [ ... gesture ] Like that tonic.

/threadjacks

[dirtyword]

[ And Brendan's arm drops around Wichita's shoulders unceremoniously, just a plop as he leans in, a completely uncharacteristic smile on his face. ]

I have no idea what American Beauty is but I'm willing to bet it's a horse. [ And yeah, maybe he's drinking a little too quickly which is why he's a little lose--

--but either way he has a tumbler of some very strong, very rich alcohol in the hand he moved around the brunette and he points his finger from it. ]

Hey. I shouldn't have told you the truth, kid. Blaine was your boy. [ ....He's trying, at least, but with his other, freer hand slams a crystal-like decanter down right in front of Kurt. ]

Get some sauce in you.

[showbizpanache]

It's a movie. [He glances between the two of them then quickly draws his eyes away. No need to rub it in. As if reading his mind, Brendan mentions Blaine-- Kurt's stomach flips horribly.]

Oh no, it-- It's fine. It-- Oh! [He jumps when Brendan slams down the decanter.] Sauce? Oh. Ah-- I'm not a very experienced drinker. Is there anything here that doesn't taste too--well, alcoholic?

[He means a girly drink, Wichita. Got any?]

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[ jesus Brendan what even. the only reason why Wichita's not leaning over to bite your face is because somewhere in the back of her mind she knows not to act like a- someone that's got a boything in front of someone that just got separated from their boything. though the fact that he brought it up makes her frown a little bit, worried about ruining Kurt's mood instead of making him feel better. that's what this is all about, after all! ]

The thing though, is that we don't have any mixers. Y'know like juice or ..juice to mix with the booze? So really everything tastes alcoholic. [ ... ] Oh! Wine though, we've got a few different kinds of wine. Those don't taste so bad. And they won't burn your throat on the way down like sauce does. [ who says sauce honestly ] Want me to get you a glass of wine? You could totally handle wine. It's sweet.

[dirtyword]

[ But Brendan's already got the bottle they were sharing earlier in his hand, and he's slamming it down with the same gusto as he did the decanter. He's been drinking before this, of course--courtesy of Wichita--and while he's not drunk or even tipsy, he's certainly al ot more honest and straightforward.

Rare. ]

You know, I'm not even bothered you can handle good scotch. You're a good kid, I like you. [ And the arm slips off of Wichita's shoulders and he offers a cheers. ] So does the dame next to me.

[showbizpanache]

Wine would be all right. Something light?

[Dark wine is sort of nasty, he thinks. He looks over at Brendan. It's sweet for him to say that, he thinks, and he suddenly feels less...alone. Brendan and Wichita have his back, and that's comforting to know.]

Thank you. I like you guys too. [A wry smile.] I guess beating monsters in a maze really brings people together.

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Beating monsters in general does, I think. [ somewhere in the back of her booze-fuddled mind, she does kinda want to make a sincere comment about looking out for him, but she doesn't. by some miracle, she knows better than to try and word it properly right now. ]

Mm, wait I need to get you a glass.

[ said as she's walking away, and it's not long before she's back, with a wine glass, plunking it down on the table and reaching for the bottle so she can fill it. ]

Tell me when to stop... [ BEST GAME EVER to play when drunk ]

[dirtyword]

[ Brendan actually manages a small--the tiniest of tiny--smiles. ]

Like the sci-fi pictures.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt returns one just as tiny. He likes it when Brendan smiles. It's a terrible thing to think, but it makes him seem more human.

Kurt watches as Wichita pours the wine, and stops her when it's halfway full.]

Okay! Okay, that's quite enough.

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[ hup! she lifts the bottle when he tells her to, sets it back down because holding things is hard okay. ]

Listen, though, listen.

If you don't like it, or whatever, it's whatever, right? Don't want you to think I'm actually- y'know, you don't have to drink if you're not into it, is all I'm saying. No pressure from me, not the real kind.

[ what ]

[theyalldieforme]

[John showed up a little late, and slips next to Kurt. He has a beer in hand, because well, he feels like for once maybe he should just act like he knows what he's doing]

Hey.

[showbizpanache]

Hey.

[He gives John a little smile. It's nice to see the other boy out and about.] Fancy seeing you here.

[theyalldieforme]

[He shrugs, just a little. It's weird to see all these people together again. Like they were more than just a cobbled group venturing into danger.]

I like to keep up.

[showbizpanache]

Well, I'm glad you're here.

[He peers at John's bottle.] What's that you're drinking? Beer?

[theyalldieforme]

[He tilts the bottle up so that Kurt can see]

I figure I should drink it while it's still around, before Tony Stark finishes it off.

[He saw that post.]

You?

[showbizpanache]

Um-- Tonic. I think. It's gross.

[He laughs a little, embarrassed.] I don't suppose there's anything a little sweeter around? I'm afraid I'm not a big beer-drinker. Or any kind of drinker, to be perfectly honest.

[theyalldieforme]

[He wrinkles his nose a little at that, and then looks over the bar]

Don't know. My family, they're uh, pretty simple. Beer, if we drink.

[If.]

[showbizpanache]

[He laughs and shrugs.] There's nothing wrong with that.

[Pause.] You know, I...like it, how you talk about your family. Like they're really important to you. Not many guys I know do that. It's--nice.

[theyalldieforme]

[He looks a little surprised for a second, like he honestly didn't expect that]

We moved around a lot when I was a kid. Me and my mom.

[showbizpanache]

That must have been hard.

[heltersskelter]

[Tate doesn't speak to very many of the younger boys on the ship. but he's never found kinship in any of them, not even when he was alive.

it's no different up here. he doesn't really care.

but he is curious, and there's something just so easy about Kurt. which is probably why he wanders his direction, eventually, and leans against the bar without sitting down.]

Hey.

[showbizpanache]

[Oh, it's that strange boy again. The one who seems to appear and disappear so quickly. Kurt blinks up at him.]

Hello. How are you?

[heltersskelter]

Are you going to be the designated driver?

[he answers, without really answering anything, and points with his hand on the counter at whatever Kurt is drinking. it's a wild guess, but considering he isn't rosy cheeked and tilting sideways on his chair, Tate thinks it's a pretty good one.]

[showbizpanache]

I usually am back home. I'm not terribly fond of getting drunk. At least on more than I can handle. And I'm underage, mind you.

[Like it matters.] Anyway, it's nice to see you again. Nice to see everyone, actually-- It's good we have a chance to actually spend time together, and not whilst battling Cenobites together. [He raises his glass to that.]