don't ask me why i smoke (OR WHY THIS LOG IS SHIT)

[frobocop]

WHO: Atsuko Jackson (frobocop) and OPEN
WHERE: SOME BAR... THAT EXISTS.
WHEN: SOMETIME DURING THE WEEKEND OR WEEKDAY IDK, lateish at night?
WARNINGS: introspective bullshit and sia lyrics in the lj-cut, way to go me
SUMMARY: Atsuko drinks while off-duty! And thinks about her feelings vaguely! Alone! Forever! Unless someone else tags in, in which case she

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[boogaroos]

Being the the city, Booga's never fecking been happier. Here, with his wife... banged senseless... when he finally got the motivation to effin move past the bedroom, he made way to the one place he knew where he could score a couple free drinks; a bar.

He's wearing a hat, which he learned makes him look human. Its boring, but he figure it'd hold him long enough till he gets to the bar to show off his bad 'roo self to get a couple drinks off the locals. Maybe he'd have to get a fucking job soon, or ride on Tank's semi-success. He orders a drink, sitting at the bar, and takes his hat off... long ears pulling off his head as he changes to his natural mutant kangaroo self.

Inwardly, he wished he had a better super power... like one that involved insta-death. Maybe even a vulcan nerve pinch or something less geeky and a straight up robotic fecking ARM. Those wishes were pushed aside as the bartender offered to buy the first drink for him, which in a wide shit-eating grin Booga lit up a cig and accepted the hospitality.

[frobocop]

Setting her glass down on the bar, Atsuko casually glanced to her right, and her eyebrows immediately shot halfway up her head. Huh. A giant man-shaped kangaroo. That was pretty recognizable, especially for someone who'd paid enough attention to Tank Girl to hear her bitch about missing hers. Atsuko's... whatever it had been with Tank had been over for a while now, but it was still somewhat awkward to actually see the kangaroo in question--but hey, at least she was clearly happy (and naked) with the guy. Kangaroo. Guy.

Also, he was a giant fucking kangaroo, what the fuck. She stayed in her seat, didn't try to be overly obvious about it, but, well, how could you not stare at that?

[boogaroos]

Booga soon had a beer infront of him and took the cig off his mouth after a drag, reaching for his glass and taking a drink. And then there was a prickle. You know, that prickle that happens when you got a feeling you're being stared at. Not that it didn't happen the moment he took off his hat, but he turned his head to see a damn fine dark woman with a full head of blonde fro. He rose an eyebrow, setting his glass down and letting up his hand to allow the cigarette to balance on his mouth.

He thought he might've remembered Tank Girl mention some gal with an amazing fro-- that she worked for the police or something? Who could remember. The past day was spent making up for her year of a dryspell, so all he could think about was the shagfest.

So she's a hot cop with a fro.. and friends with Tank Girl. Resist the urge to be a completely vulgar asshat.

"...Damn."

[frobocop]

Atsuko wasn't sure whether the pronouncement was positive or negative, but she had an idea. Whether to actually say anything in response... huh. She drank again, slowly, then cleared her throat, leaning slightly off her stool and turning her head in his direction. Her expression hovered somewhere between wry and genuinely curious.

"Yes?"

[jonocalypse]

Jono's tired; he's been dealing with his old landlord, finding a new landlord, arguing about lost property and rental prices and trying to adjust to living alone in a bare flat with no furniture. Luckily his old bank account still exists (with a few months of back pay from the police department, no less), but he'll have to start work soon to keep up with his rent cheques.

It's been a rough couple days, and he's not about to inflict his mood on anyone he knows well enough to like, so Jono takes himself off to the nearest bar without asking anyone else to join him. The place is busy; not packed, but far from empty, and Jono found himself standing at the bar, staring off into the middle distance.

[frobocop]

Even with the skin, the jaw, and... everything else, Starsmore's not noticeable the way, say, Booga is--doesn't mean he won't stand out in a crowd. It's also hard not to notice him when she's scanning the room like some kind of hawk, in lieu of actually having anything to do. It's funny to see him again, honestly--after people are ported out for long enough, it's disturbingly easy to stop thinking about them entirely. Glancing down the bar in his direction, she weighs the pros and cons of speaking up in silence, and comes to a decision.

"Hey."

[jonocalypse]

Atsuko's not really that incognito either, but Jono's been wrapped up in his own tired crankiness and - even if he had noticed - not inclined to inflict himself on anyone else. Miserable sodding day. Miserable sodding luck, to be pulled here again without warning. You'd think after saving the future, he deserved a break.

Jono looks up at the call, not really expecting to see anyone he knows; it's loud in the bar, and it could be anyone calling out to anyone. He's met with the sight of a bright yellow 'fro, and it takes a moment for him to register what he's seeing.

"Atsuko?"

[frobocop]

She doesn't really smile at him, since Jono looks kind of... well, angry, and she's not the smiling type anyway. Still, there's something kind of welcoming about the quirk of her eyebrows and the line of her mouth--as far as Atsuko goes, anyway. She should probably go over to him to make this less of a shouting match, but if he doesn't want company, she's not going to give it.

"Yeah." As if anyone else in the City has this hair. "This is pretty bizarre." Holy mother of god, she just used italicized emphasis on a word, shit is going down.