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Who: Anemone [pilot-princess], Ace [dontcallmegol], and a bit o' Sanji [baratiesbest]?
Where: Northern Lights, and beyond
When: Thursday night
Rating: PG to R, for Pirates
Summary: Ace runs into a drunk Anemone at the bar and decides to play the gentleman and make sure she got home safely.
the log:
The last few days had gone from magical to disastrous. After dragging her floating rug in, and learning about the restrictions, she had been dealing with floating and dancing everything. By the end of the first day, when her couch convinced itself that it was a dog, Anemone had just shoved her furniture out of the guest room and stayed in the corner with a dancing blanket and clopping shoes.
So, by the time it was over, she decided she was going to drink. Sure, she worked today, but it was a slow evening, and they had enough help. Standing behind the bar, she lazily took a sip. It wasn't the first time she had been drinking on her shift, but at the rate she went, she'd be drunk within the hour. (Pacing? What was that.)
Her eyes traveled lazily around the customers as she sipped. She wasn't even tipsy yet--it was only her second drink--so her attention span was still decent enough to take orders and deliver drinks. So, she still had to do her job, for now. She'd complain to Shinji whenever her head felt too fuzzy, if she didn't fall down before then.
Sip.
Where: Northern Lights, and beyond
When: Thursday night
Rating: PG to R, for Pirates
Summary: Ace runs into a drunk Anemone at the bar and decides to play the gentleman and make sure she got home safely.
the log:
The last few days had gone from magical to disastrous. After dragging her floating rug in, and learning about the restrictions, she had been dealing with floating and dancing everything. By the end of the first day, when her couch convinced itself that it was a dog, Anemone had just shoved her furniture out of the guest room and stayed in the corner with a dancing blanket and clopping shoes.
So, by the time it was over, she decided she was going to drink. Sure, she worked today, but it was a slow evening, and they had enough help. Standing behind the bar, she lazily took a sip. It wasn't the first time she had been drinking on her shift, but at the rate she went, she'd be drunk within the hour. (Pacing? What was that.)
Her eyes traveled lazily around the customers as she sipped. She wasn't even tipsy yet--it was only her second drink--so her attention span was still decent enough to take orders and deliver drinks. So, she still had to do her job, for now. She'd complain to Shinji whenever her head felt too fuzzy, if she didn't fall down before then.
Sip.