It's St. Patty's Day, everyone's Irish!

[veritas_sanctus]

St. Patrick's Day. Ah, that delightful time of here, when a young man's fancy turns to

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[notuptomygenes]

Shilo stops the look at one of the fliers with a little frown, then moved farther into the lobby as she gawked at the glittery shamrocks. She was conspicuously not wearing green as she wandered over to the bar, mostly black as usual for her. "Hi. What's going on?"

[genial_umbrella]

Not sitting far from her, in pastels (but not green) that definitely contrast with Shilo's dark clothes, is Genevieve. She only went out because one of the boys told her it was safe, and there's maybe even one of them lurking about. She looks at the selection, and orders a Creme de Menthe, based on the argument that although it is not irish, it is green, and thus acceptable for the celebration.

She gives Shilo a small smile before she looks back into her glass.

[notuptomygenes]

Shilo smiles back a little in return. Genevieve doesn't look anything like the kind of people she'd seen back home, even on TV. "...Hi."

[genial_umbrella]

"Bonjour," Genevieve replies, sweet and polite. She hasn't met any girls her age, save for Claire, and she's finding Shilo intriguing. "I don't think we've met?"

[thedayyoualmost]

Already a mite drunk from his exploits earlier in the day, Jack sways a bit as he reads a flyer then follows the green into the party. "Gentlemen!" he calls, smacking his hands down on the bar. "Pass me a bottle and we'll toast dear old Saint Paddy, and anything else that comes to mind."

He's unprepared for the holiday, by the way, unless you count the beads in his hair and beard. Feel free to attack him because of this.

[yourwaywardson]

Dean looks startled at the sudden appearance of a Johnny Depp-shaped pirate and starts to say something. Connor, having grown used to such things, lays a hand on Dean's shoulder and shakes his head.

"In honour of dear old Saint Paddy, as ye say, I hereby wish ya a very happy St. Patrick's Day!" Connor grins, sprinkling a liberal amount of green glitter over the good Captain.

[p_p_p_pow]

Life in a desert wasteland means holidays are celebrated erratically, but alcohol? Tank Girl's totally there. In fact, she's hopping over the counter with Connor and Dean, rummaging through the bar for her own drinks. "Hey there, good-lookin'," she says, offhandedly nodding at them both. "Don't mind me, I'll serve myself."

[yourwaywardson]

That's more like it. Dean leans back against the bar with a sly smile, eying Tank Girl. Connor merely rolls his eyes and attends to his next customer.

"Well," Dean smirks, not-so-subtly checking out Tank Girl's ass, "I like a forceful woman."

[p_p_p_pow]

This is the kind of attention Tank Girl likes. Because she's a generous girl, she leans down to grab the liquor on the very bottom of the shelf before snapping back up, giving Dean a chance to properly appreciate the view before reappearing holding a bottle of whiskey and a beer stein. "You ain't seen nothing yet," she grins, pouring the liquid into the cup. "Started drinking yet, gorgeous?"

[darlinirishgirl]

Now here was a party Fiona could get behind, even if there were significantly less explosions than was proper for Saint Patrick's Day.

She sauntered up to the bar and leaned against it, winking at Connor. The new boy got a dazzling smile and a wave. "So, barkeep. What do you suggest I have?"

[yourwaywardson]

Connor gave Fi a kiss on the cheek and sprinkles some green glitter on her, "Right shame t'have a fellow leprechaun without some green on."

The dazzling smile catches Dean's attention, so Connor leaves him to it. Dean leans close to Fiona, under the pretense of being able to be heard over the growing crowd. "Well -- I'm okay at reading people. You look like a girl who can handle her liquor pretty well." It's not quite a challenge, but could be taken as one if Fi wishes.

[darlinirishgirl]

Fiona grins cheekily at him. Sure, there's Michael, and nothing in the world can change how much she loves him. But there's no harm, no harm at all in flirting. You never know what you might learn.

"You'd be right," she answers. "Hit me with your best shot."

[happeningflower]

Polexia's not going to be one to turn down some free drinks. She meanders into the bar with a smile, ready to flirt her way into being offered a drink or two.

[veritas_sanctus]

While Dean's busy with other... customers, Connor takes it upon himself to greet the young woman.

"Hallo there, pretty lady. What can we do ya for?"

[happeningflower]

She grins cheerfully. "What would you recommend?"

[veritas_sanctus]

Connor rubbed his chin thoughtfully, considering for a moment. "Hmmm, well. Yer much too lovely fer somethin' as common as a bottle've beer. Something a little lighter, maybe? You like fruity things?"