Page 27: Monkeys and Booze.
[The feed turns on to monkey face. Yep. Big monkey face right in front of the camera. Not just any monkey face, either. Completely hammered monkey face.]
[The monkey fiddles around with the Guide a bit before putting it down and wobbling off. This reveals the actual owner of the Guide, Patchouli. She appears to be covered in monkeys, sitting leaning against counter with various kinds of chemicals and booze on top and around it. Really. There are monkeys all around, all of which appear to be drunk. One's even trying to pick bugs out of her hair.]
[One would think that, in this situation, Patchy would be severely annoyed with these monkeys, possibly even getting rid of them by magical means.]
[...Well, not when she's just as smashed as the monkeys. All the signs are there: blank look, flushed face, a smile... yes, a smile. ]
Th' said... they said you can't train monkeys... *hic* to become bartenders. Well ah proved 'em wrong, shtupid aliems... I not only taught a monkey to drink... I taught 'im to make drinks!
[At that, a chimpanzee walks in on the shot, carrying a tray full of margarita glasses with... well, it's some sort of green liquid. Probably vodka-based. Looks good, though. Patchy and the monkeys all take one, save the one coming her hair, who is becoming increasingly frustrated that he can't find a single bug in all this strange purple hair. Patchy tastes it, but seems to think something's off.]
This isn' salt. what'd you put on th' rim?
[The bartender-chimp points out a container on the counter. It reads "magnesium powder".]
...Ah. I getcha. You wanna see that trick again...
[She concentrates a moment, and poof! the rims of the glasses are now burning a green flame. The monkeys all cheer in approval- all except one, the one in her hair, whose fur was now on fire. it falls on the floor in front of the group, rolling around to try and put it out. The monkeys all take a moment to laugh, but Patchy looks concerned. Well, as concerned as one can be when shitfaced.]
Oh... I'm sorry. I didn' mean to. C'mere, I give you hug to make it better.
[The fire put out, the poor burned monkey does just that, falling into her waiting arms for a hug.]
[The Guide then decide it's had enough of this tomfoolery and shuts itself off.]
[OOC: I am totally combining the Riku-based job incident with the alcohol event. Shut up. I can do what I want.]
[The monkey fiddles around with the Guide a bit before putting it down and wobbling off. This reveals the actual owner of the Guide, Patchouli. She appears to be covered in monkeys, sitting leaning against counter with various kinds of chemicals and booze on top and around it. Really. There are monkeys all around, all of which appear to be drunk. One's even trying to pick bugs out of her hair.]
[One would think that, in this situation, Patchy would be severely annoyed with these monkeys, possibly even getting rid of them by magical means.]
[...Well, not when she's just as smashed as the monkeys. All the signs are there: blank look, flushed face, a smile... yes, a smile. ]
Th' said... they said you can't train monkeys... *hic* to become bartenders. Well ah proved 'em wrong, shtupid aliems... I not only taught a monkey to drink... I taught 'im to make drinks!
[At that, a chimpanzee walks in on the shot, carrying a tray full of margarita glasses with... well, it's some sort of green liquid. Probably vodka-based. Looks good, though. Patchy and the monkeys all take one, save the one coming her hair, who is becoming increasingly frustrated that he can't find a single bug in all this strange purple hair. Patchy tastes it, but seems to think something's off.]
This isn' salt. what'd you put on th' rim?
[The bartender-chimp points out a container on the counter. It reads "magnesium powder".]
...Ah. I getcha. You wanna see that trick again...
[She concentrates a moment, and poof! the rims of the glasses are now burning a green flame. The monkeys all cheer in approval- all except one, the one in her hair, whose fur was now on fire. it falls on the floor in front of the group, rolling around to try and put it out. The monkeys all take a moment to laugh, but Patchy looks concerned. Well, as concerned as one can be when shitfaced.]
Oh... I'm sorry. I didn' mean to. C'mere, I give you hug to make it better.
[The fire put out, the poor burned monkey does just that, falling into her waiting arms for a hug.]
[The Guide then decide it's had enough of this tomfoolery and shuts itself off.]
[OOC: I am totally combining the Riku-based job incident with the alcohol event. Shut up. I can do what I want.]