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Who: Falco, Lip, Goose, Pit, Slippy, maybe Fox, maybe Leon...this is an open log, really!
What: bar drinkans
Where: ....A Bar. That we shall call Marty's
When: Backdated to Sept 13
Warnings: alcohol consumption for now

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[goaheadnblunder]

Leon actually didn't expect birdbrain to actually take his suggestion seriously, so he was surprised to see Falco enter Marty's.

The chameleon made occasional visits here now and then. Honestly, it was just a common bar where the staff had a drinking night or two whenever they don't choose the Cock n Plucker instead, but for what the place lacked in more sensible decor, this place had some valuable memories that came back to him more with every visit since coming back to this planet, from drunk karaoke to spilling his most personal secrets with someone, and saving a damsel from drunken distress.

But enough dwelling. It's time to make the best of this situation by being a total creeper dick. From his table across the room, he prowled over to the bar, sneaking up behind Falco (a lot harder to do in his current human bone anatomy, actually), and when he slowly rose up behind...

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHICKENFACE!"

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That even made Goose jump.

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Then he was about to jump even higher, as suddenly Leon was joined by a teenage girl in a trenchcoat and phony looking moustache.

"YEAH, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHICKENFACE~"

She wasn't aware that it was his birthday beforehand or anything, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to pretend.

[badasscopters]

Indeed he did.

And he wound up falling off of his stool and onto his face.

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Ow. That had to hurt.

"You okay down there, Goose?" Falco asked, about to offer a hand to help him up.

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"I... guess," he supposed, taking the pilot's hand and rising up to see that his shades weren't exactly in the best shape, on the contrary. Great. Good thing Goose had extra pairs, but it felt strange having people see his eyes.

WELL. Looks like he'd have to deal with it today.

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All the crap had basically been scared out of him by this point, so all Lip got for her efforts was a deadpan stare.

"Yer not foolin' anyone, Lip," he said, referring to her kind of awful disguise. He should have kept his mouth shut on the trenchcoat.

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"But they let me in!!" She chirped, " So I must have gone right somewhere!"

Realizing how perky and girlish she sounded, she suddenly lowered her voice down as far as she could get it.

"I mean, I must have gone right somewhere."

[goaheadnblunder]

Leon didn't jump, but that sent chills down his spine.

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Perhaps the reason why Falco avoided this bar altogether; he'd rather not run into questioning teachers while he was trying to get away from the school. But today, he was treating himself and letting a little loose, and not a person or some stupid ill-conceived prank in the world was going to ruin this evening.

He raised his cup to his lips for a gulp of his drink, the lively atmosphere around him masking any suspicious sound .....only to spew the whole thing back elegantly unto the bar.

He knew that voice. Falco whirled around in his bar stool and brought his fist with him for a punch, not caring if he missed, which he probably would, that stupid, slithering lizard. Sometimes, a dangerous assassin sneaking up behind him and screaming tended to bring out the worst reaction in Falco.

"What the *cough* hell, Powalski?!"

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Leon's hand caught the punch, but he did flinch upon impact.

"I was hoping you'd pee your pants," he replied smugly. "But spilled booze is good enough. How's Colonel Original Recipe doing tonight?"

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Falco jerked his hand away from Leon's.

"Really? I'd expect an old geezer like you t'suffer from urine incontinence." He knew he shouldn't have egged Leon on with the insults, but they had this habit of coming out of his mouth automatically before he even knew it.

Figures he'd see the lizard here. Fate had the cruelest sense of humor.

He hastily just turned around on his bar stool and ordered a towel to clean himself off. This was one of the upsides to being human. No darn feathers to obsessively spend time cleaning.

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"I'm only 35, jackass."

Of course, Leon was still smiling as he took a seat at a stool next to the avian. He ordered something very fruity once settled in.

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Falco momentarily froze when Leon chose to sit next to him, and frowned in a manner which was typical of a little kid who didn't want to sit next to a girl in class.

"I thought ya didn't know how old you were, asshole," he said a little too quietly for his liking. Falco didn't want to pretend everything was just peach-keen with him, but at the same time, he wasn't going to throw a hissy fit and storm out either. It was too casual a setting for two rivals to sit together at a bar, and it made Falco eerily uncomfortable.

"What're you doing here?"

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"Thirty five, thirty seven, makes no difference," he shrugged it off, then pulled out his wallet, sifted through its contents and presented his old ID card to Falco.

"Am I a bad little devil for wanting to spend a few moments of my time in the same room as you? Without slashing your face open?"