Outer Space SUCKS! [immediately after meeting Kara] (Open)

[fast_thrower]

"I need a bar, a good old-fashioned bar, none of this sports enthusiast or micro-brewery or house music crap. Two pool tables, a dartboard, a jukebox, and I need good liquor." Owen mumbled as he shuffled his way into the sensorium, the scenery complying as he walked behind the bar and looked over the selection

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[aworldnevermade]

"Space only blows if there's a particle wind involved," Meluly interrupts after a long moment.

She'd heard that shout from way out in the hall connecting Sensorium pods, and couldn't help but investigate.

[fast_thrower]

Owen was already moving on to bourbon, grumbling. "Nope. It definitely blows. And this ship is STUPID." He sips at this one, you just don't gulp good bourbon after all.

"Stinking stupid ship breaking up my bro-hood and taking my girl from before she met me..." He grumbles indignantly.

[aworldnevermade]

Luly gives a minute for that to percolate as she steps inside, mildly adjusting the way the red wrap she wears hangs on her shoulders. The bar's not bad--doesn't quite compare to the officer's pool she's used to, but, then, little does, particularly with how well her homeland treats its star pilots.

As she gets a rough idea of what Owen means by the 'my girl' part of the comment, she makes an 'eugh' face. "Who's your girl?" she asks lightly, leaning over the bar to peer behind it. (This does nice things to her legs, even bare only from just above the knees.)

[fast_thrower]

Owen appreciates your narration, but as he's behind the bar, doesn't get the full benefit.

"Supergirl." He puts a bottle of cuervo on the bar for easy access, then walks out from behind it.

Okay, now he can appreciate it, at least in passing. (He's upset, not dead, after all.) He settles himself down on a stool next to her.

[aworldnevermade]

Well, see? More narration can never hurt, especially when it focuses on the attratcive qualities of an exotic woman like Meluly.

She fishes herself a glass, pouring a shot from the bottle. "That's quite the description." She didn't actually realize that as a proper (nick)name.

[fast_thrower]

"Well yeah, I mean she-- Oh.." He gives her the once over finally. Not bad, but he's still too freshly kicked in the gut to flirt.

"Lemme guess, not from the Earth with the Titans and the Justice League? Cuz when I say 'Supergirl', I actually mean it. That's what she goes by. Big damn hero and all."

[aworldnevermade]

The woman shakes her head. "Can't say I ever heard of them. Sounds kind of overblown for a callsign or something, though..." This from a woman with a mech named after an apocryphal angel. She downs the shot, eyes twisting in a funny way. (Too long without proper exposure to alcohol.)

She's got an interesting tinge of an accent. A little Indian-sounding, almost.

[fast_thrower]

"Trust me, if you'd seen what she and the other 'Supers' can do, you'd get it." Owen replies, complete with finger quotes, before pouring out a line of shots.

"Least this place makes a decent brew, for all the headaches it causes..."

[aworldnevermade]

"Yeah, but there's the headaches it doesn't cause," Luly points out. "It's just not right if you can't get a really awful hangover after." She downs another shot. "I heard something about somebody with an actual still, though..."

[fast_thrower]

Owen blinked at her. "You don't get hangovers from this stuff? How's that work?"

[aworldnevermade]

Luly shrugs. "It's all... in your head, I guess. Any buzz goes away the second you step outside, too." She makes a frowny pouty expression.

[fast_thrower]

Owen blinked at the amount of alcohol he'd gone through so far.

"Might have to put that to use..." He blinked again, slowly.

[aworldnevermade]

"Oh, tsh," Luly says, toying with her shot glass. She has that certain trick of body language and tone that makes her seem to be drinking more than she really is--as long as you don't look at her directly the whole time, anyway. "Only people who don't want to get slobbering drunk and pass out in an alley do that." She's joking... right?

[fast_thrower]

Owen laughs, not really paying attention to how much drinking is going on besides his own. "Oh I had my share of that back in college. It's good memories, but it got a bit old for me."

[aworldnevermade]

"Oh, so you're just an old fogey," Luly says faux-dismissively, gesturing with her empty shot glass before she refills it. "They warned me about people like you. Said you'd attack me with your cane."

[fast_thrower]

Owen makes a face like D:

"I'm not old! I'm mature! I am a fully capable and responsible adult!"