ain't got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer

[loisfuckinglane]

Characters: Lois Lane [open]
Location: The Laughing Mynock cantina
Planet: Coruscant
When: Evening, week one
What: Come pour out your woes to the hot bartender lady, or mix and mingle while unwinding with some alien brew.  PROSE or COMMENTSPAM, I'll follow your lead.  ♥  Feel free to make a new thread, or to threadjack.  Also, feel free to check

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[choseherownway]

"I'm not a fan of poison, personally," Lily replied with an easy smile that belied the faint furrow between her brows. "Something about it disagrees with me on the way down.

She slid into a chair at the bar, opposite Lois and her smirk. She knew the woman through Alice, liked her a lot, and right at the moment she'd decided she could use a friendly face. "Just a fruit fizz, thanks Lois," Lily told the woman, pushing the right amount of credits over. Yet another money system for her to get used to. "How are you?"

[notlookingdown]

Alice slid into a seat next to Lily, smiling at the other two women softly. "I'm going to have to agree with Lily here about that. Never know what might happen. I'll have a Belaria juice, Lois."

She sighed, pulling her dark hair back as she glanced around the cantina, seeing many new faces in the place. More people were arriving everyday, and it made her wonder if maybe they had been brought in first to help the others become more situated when the time came.

[loisfuckinglane]

Lois laughed as she grabbed the data chip and ran it through, turning around to flip a glass under the appropriate valve, and fill it up with red liquid.

"One species' poison is another species' exotic ale, you know." She slid the glass across to Lily, and flipped the credit chip back at her as well, even as she shot a nod and a smile over at her roommate, and started up her drink order as well. "So what's new out there?"

[choseherownway]

Lily made a face at that, accepting her drink. "Yes, I figured that one out with the Ganno Juice, thanks." She snatched the credit chip from the air with the Force, another smile breaking across her face with that simple use of what she still thought of as magic. She'd always loved wandless magic, and one of the few entirely positive things about being at this place was that it was so much more effortless to use, here.

And then Lois asked what was new, and despite the presence of Alice, a black scowl chased away the smile on Lily's face. "An old - someone I know, from home, showed up when I posted to the network the other day," she huffed, every inch the picture of teenage irritation. "And hung up almost immediately, I might add. If anyone should be hanging up out the two of us, it ought to have been me."

[notyourlight]

Anakin entered the bar in the midst of the crowd, though oddly enough no one bumped into him, as if everyone around him had memorized his set path and cadence. He took a seat at the edge of the bar and mulled over a few entries in his datapad as he waited patiently to place an order.

"Just an Altha Protein Shake for me," said Anakin when it was his turn.

[loisfuckinglane]

Lois noticed this newcomer looked a lot more at home than some of the others, but she'd seen him in the apartment complexes, which meant it was just likely he was one of those from a world like this one - or actually from this one, just way down the chronological line. She wasn't sure why the whole time travel thing had thrown her off, after adjusting to the idea of being flung into another dimension. But hearing about someone here from her future had been weirder than dealing with droids and speederbikes.

She fixed this guy with a careful stare when he slid into place, trying to figure out what that aura he had about him was. His entrance had been so seamless that he'd hardly made a ripple through the crowd. Someone who worked so hard not to be noticed usually had something worth noticing about them.

"Pretty unusual order for a bar like this one," she couldn't help but comment, even as she started filling up the glass for him.

[notyourlight]

"Age," Anakin answered with a small smile, as if the one word could explain everything. He looked back to his datapad and skimmed through haphazardly. He could feel her eyes on him and fought not to squirm. After a moment he sighed and shut off the display, and looked back to Lois.

"You're not from here, are you," he asked her, leaning forward onto the bar causing his new, dark gray flight-jacket to creak in protest. "At least not from," he paused for a moment as he considered the proper wording. "Now."

[loisfuckinglane]

Should have probably called that one, but he didn't carry himself like any other teens she had sneaking in here to try to mooch drinks off from her with a fake identichip and an equally fake 'confident' smile. He seemed either more sure of himself, or sure of his surroundings, or ... something. But now that she looked twice, his face was pretty young.

She busied her hands with washing out a glass, even as she raised an eyebrow. "Right on both counts, actually."

[dontjustdont]

What Jack really needed was a drink. It had been a little over a week since he arrived here, and since then he'd been doing nothing but scouring the datapads for more information and getting caught up with both Ianto and Tosh. Not to mention that the Doc decided to show up with a new face too. Before his brain was inundated with too much information, he decided to hit the town for a few drinks, and maybe chat up some of the locals and some other newer arrivals face-to-face.

With ease, Jack slid up to the bar and planted himself in an empty seat. Armed with his charming smile and usual smooth-talker personality, he asked the bartender, "So, is there anything that resembles whiskey in that rack of yours?"

[loisfuckinglane]

He had a smile that was hard not to respond to, and Lois' own eyes lit up as he proved her assumption right: yet another person from a world at least similar enough to her own that it had good old fashioned whiskey in it.

"I know just the thing," she promised, setting to work locating the appropriate bottle, even as a droid wheeled past her, mopping up the floor behind the counter. "If you think you can handle it, that is." The smirk she shot him was challenging as she set the drink finally in front of him.

[dontjustdont]

He peered at the woman behind the bar teasingly as she set down his drink. As he scooped up the glass in his hand, he said to her, "I'll take that as a challenge," and took a sip of the mystery drink.

She wasn't lying. It was pretty strong, as he felt the familiar burn in the back of his throat as the liquid made its way down. It was exactly what he needed, really. He threw a smirk her way, polished off the glass, and tilted it toward her for a refill.

"It'll do," he commented with a smile. "So, does the pretty bartender have a name?"

[loisfuckinglane]

"Depends on what you want with it," she retorted. She was always keenly aware of cantina patrons hitting on her, but she couldn't help that her instinctual response was usually sarcasm. It was a natural fight or flight thing with men, and so she usually ended up seeing any flirtation as a form of combat in and of itself.

She blamed the General for that one.

[intuitivelyapt]

Sylar wasn't much of a drinker, but he found himself frequenting cantinas just to get out of the apartment. The less time he spent around Peter's hero complex and that insufferable brat, the better. It was also better because the less time he spent around them-- Peter, particularly-- the less likely it was that they'd catch on that he didn't have his powers after all.

This one wasn't part of his circuit yet, but it was about to be. The aliens didn't catch his attention much anymore, just annoying background in this annoying alternate dimension he'd been sucked into. He propped his elbows on the counter, resting his chin against his palm.

"Give me something strong." He shot towards Lois.

[loisfuckinglane]

With those eyebrows, Lois was tempted to make a quip about giving him some Wookiee liquor, but she managed to restrain herself for once in her life, because someone hardly looked like they were in a mood for ribbings from random strangers.

She'd have to save it for when they got better acquainted.

And seeing as how they all seemed not only trapped in this dimension, but stuck sharing living quarters together, it seemed likely she'd get to know all the new arrivals, within time.

"Let me guess: long day at the office?" she asked, even as she set out pouring a few things together that she'd learned from some over eager spacers looking to impress her with some tips and tricks.

[intuitivelyapt]

"If I had an office." He watched her with a curious stare, not quite fascinated but still more amused by her than he would be by, say, staring at a blank wall.

"It's not really much of an office civilization around here, is it? I mean, I never got that kind of vibe from the movies."

[loisfuckinglane]

"Your tendency towards the literal is noted," Lois responded wryly. "And you should watch the talk about the whole 'your world is a feature film' thing. People start think you're crazy if you keep that up too long." Not that it had really stopped her, but she still tended to keep her conversations about it limited to people she knew fully well weren't from around here, these days.

"So, Earth, I take it?"

[howangryarethey]

Adam had practically been living in this cantina since he got here- it was more than just the exotic drinks and the company- more can be gathered from bars than interrogation and really interrogation was always so vulgar. Adam was just accustomed to getting information the old-fashioned way- by being charming and pleasant and asking.

At the moment, he was waiting for Peter at the bar, nursing his third Blue Dwarf, and keeping an eye on the rest of the patrons, seeing if anyone looked particularly informative.

[loisfuckinglane]

If it wasn't her elusive roommate. The other bartender had gotten him his first few drinks, but she finally got the time to cut down to that end of the counter, and lean on it right in front of him. She was determined to break through his evasive bubble eventually, given that she was close enough to her other roommates already that having a fourth wheel who none of them knew anything about crash the pad was a little unsettling.

"You know what they say about watched pots, don't you?" she asked, swiping up his empty glasses.

[howangryarethey]

Wrong again, Lois.

"They boil over spectacularly the moment you're not looking?" He glanced at her over his drink with a smirk. "I don't believe I caught your name when we were discussing my unfortunate twin."

At least Adam intended to save her some embarrassment this time now that he knew what to expect. He was already getting sick of all this face twin nonsense.

[loisfuckinglane]

Oh. So this was the other one.

"Sorry about that. You know, if my roommate would hang around more, I might start actually knowing what he looks like enough to notice the difference."

And stop making an idiot out of herself.

"Lois Lane."