In which Nabooru became the worst influence ever.

[ofasandgoddess]

Who: Nabooru, you, you, you, some more you's, oh - maybe you, too
When: Oct. 14 - Evening ~ Late Night
What: It's a shindig. No, seriously. Nabs wanted everyone to get together for drinks. (And she's inconspicuously trying to force Byrne into being more sociable.) And by everyone, we do mean everyone of age.
Where: This... here tavern in FDC. No,

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Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[ofasandgoddess]

It was all to give her one last piece of mind before she started in a direction that made her heart grow heavy. She sat at the counter, a glass two-thirds full, and with her free hand, she tapped nonchalantly. Any time now.

Any.
Time.
Now.

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[badasscopters]

Like... now, perhaps?

"So," Goose spoke from behind her suddenly, hands shoved into his pockets. "A little birdy told me a little party's going on here."

Social drinking constituted well enough as a 'party' in his book. Trust me. Just imagine what has happened the other times Goose went drinking. They were very, very rowdy.

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[ofasandgoddess]

She was mid-drink of a glass filled with much yellow when Goose popped up behind her. Her eyebrows lifted and she turned in her stool glass in hand, which quickly dropped to half empty (or half full, depending on how you viewed it).

"Oh, there you are. Heeeey." She gave him a rather large grin. "Well, I thought it'd be nice to get some people together. Everyone has a good time once they've had a few drinks in them. You should help yourself."

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[badasscopters]

That is a philosophy about life that Goose closely believed in, yes. He waved over the barkeep as he responded with, "Could be hectic. Remember who we've got here, heh. Of course..."

He halted in his speech to her to whisper over to the bartender, "By the way, a Stiletto," before continuing. "That just means," he begins as he sits down on a stool near her, curled hands placed firmly on the counter. "It could get a hell of a lot more fun."

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[ofasandgoddess]

Right. Of course. Goose and Nabooru. They were the kind who were more likely to start a brawl for the hell of it and then proceed on breaking everything in the tavern. It sounded like fun and she did want to have some, but maybe they could wait a bit before destroying stuff.

She watched him and moved back toward the counter as she nursed her drink. "When you say fun, how are you defining that?"

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[badasscopters]

"Anything that'll make me smile and won't kill me," he put it simply. Then again, with the amount of drinking he does, Goose would likely be killed from liver failure pretty early in his life. In the end, though, he honestly didn't care. Not yet.

His slogan: Drink, drink, and be merry while you're still living.

"Don't care what it is... as long as it ain't involving orange-coconut margaritas with little wax gloves in them."

Does Crazy Hand really do that? Who knows.

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[ofasandgoddess]

She blinked and then she nodded ever so slowly. "Yeah. I think I get what you mean. Any time's a good one if we're enjoying ourselves and smiling. Things have just been way too serious, lately. I need this."

She looked around momentarily before resting her eyes on Goose. "We all need this."

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[badasscopters]

"Who doesn't? Who the hell LIKES sitting around and being grumpy-asses?" Goose bluntly stated with a laugh. The barkeep left his drink, freshly mixed, on the counter for him. With that, he immediately reached over to take a swig.

"Besides, I squeeze all the fun I can. Hey, sped in my 'copter and been wild and almost died a hell of a lot, and I'm still alive."

Well, that's a thing to admit.

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[ofasandgoddess]

Nabooru rolled her eyes and couldn't hide a grin. "There's a difference between having fun and getting too out of control. As long as you're not going completely nuts, it's fine. But you should have fun in moderation, Goose."

She leaned over to him and pinched his cheek with her free hand, "So knock yourself out tonight, okay? Just don't go breaking the bar down or something. I probably can't cover that and I doubt their insurance would be so kind."

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[badasscopters]

"Are you kiddin- hey."

What, no. Not happening. Goose swatted her hand away and just gave her this look. It looked like a 10-year-old pout that hardly helped his case. "I ain't a kid. Don't do thaaaaat."

First Sanae and now Nabooru. He's 29, sheesh. SHEESH.

"Besides, living life in moderation ain't fun enough."

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[ofasandgoddess]

She grinned grandly at his reaction, "Heeeeh. You're cute." Okay. So maybe her alcohol tolerance was no longer as amazing as it once was.

Or maybe she was being facetious. He could pick one, but chances were it was far more the latter than the former.

"Well. I'd rather not kill anyone, if you get what I mean. Fun is all well and good until someone loses a life."

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[badasscopters]

"Pssh, I ain't gonna kill no one and neither are you, so I don't give a damn," Goose put it bluntly. "No blood. Just booze."

He took a nice, long sip of his drink and threw his fist up into the air. Fuck yeah. This is awesome.

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[ofasandgoddess]

"You don't know that," she laughed gently. She gave an idle shrug and couldn't hide the grin that spread over her features. "What no one knows is that while you're all getting drunk, I'll be waiting outside. And once you leave, I'll be cutting all of you down."

Except she was kidding. She was pretty sure she was kidding.

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[badasscopters]

"Yeah, right, and I'm secretly gonna bomb the whole bar with my gyrocopter except for the wine cellar."

Goose was pretty sure she was kidding, yes.

She was, right? She had to be. Yes. Thus, he was, too.

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[ofasandgoddess]

"See, that actually does sound exciting," Nabooru admitted with a tip of the head. "But that also sounds like work and I would much rather drink than work, to be honest."

But then that was usually how she went. She'd prefer drinking to working any day.

Re: Nabooru (It's almost like an example post.)

[badasscopters]

"Really? 'Cause that ain't work compared to bombing a giant robot hellbent on destroying an entire continent," Goose responded matter-of-factly. Oh, no, that was not anywhere near work compared to having to defeat Meca Hawk again.

Then again, the last time he saw the robot, he was surprisingly docile...