Ain't no rest for the wicked (EP)

[bonk_bonk]

"What's a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?" isn't the most original thing to say as soon as you walk through the door, but it's better than talking about this all being a dream, right? Right.

Sweet, a bar. BLU Scout has no clue when the base got a bar but he's hardly complaining, especially since this bar has ladies. He flips his cap off

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"It's weird, isn't it?" says the young woman in the blue and gold jumpsuit just a little ways down the bar. "I didn't even know that rule existed until people started asking me if I was old enough to be here."

[bonk_bonk]

The BLU Scout crumples the napkin in his hand as he turns his attention towards the omfg it's a girl talking to him.

"I-it's fuckin' bullshit is what it is! I'm fighting for my life every day y'know, I think I deserve some booze!" did that sound whiny? Oh crap he hopes it didn't sound whiny.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I never understood drinking ages," Ellen says with a shake of her head. "Well, other than for children who haven't reached puberty yet, it's just not good for them when they're that small. What are you up against back home?"

She's pretty sure he's not from the Wasteland, or from anywhere near where Sativa or Weasel hail from, but there are other wars out there. You never know.

[bonk_bonk]

"Eh, you know, rival company for my employers or whatever." he waves a hand like you know dude it's all cool, whatevs. "I don't get paid to ask questions. What about you?"

Ellen don't look like the kinda girl that stays home and watches the dance programs. If he wasn't so used to avoiding names, Scout probably would have asked hers by now.

[uncloakndagger]

"She means you're a child, boy," smugs a French accent. The RED Spy is casually lounging against Bar, glass of wine in hand and cigarette in mouth.

He's also ready to cloak should this meeting go south rather quickly.

[bonk_bonk]

That holstered scattergun just got pulled.

Wait, it was after nightly cease fire. Should he shoot?

But it's the Spy. You can't trust a spy. As if being a RED wasn't bad enough.

He settles with yelling "I ain't no fucking child!"

[uncloakndagger]

"Non?" Spy looks completely nonplussed by the gun.

"Children cannot buy alco'ol. And since zee Lady Bar iz not presenting you wis et..."

He smiles and sips his wine. His lovely, alcoholic wine.

[bonk_bonk]

Dirty red bastard.

"I'M NOT A CHILD AND I CAN BLOW YOUR FUCKIN' BRAINS ACROSS THE BAR AT THIS RANGE, YOU DIRTY RED BASTARD."

He doesn't yet yell 'And keep your hands off my mother', he's trying to wipe that image out of his head. Poor, defenseless, saintly Ma. Being taken advantage of by such an awful person.

[post_whitewash]

"...Do you know, that's a very good question? But you don't need to shout about it."
This from a somewhat heavyset woman in her thirties, who looks like she's recovering from an illness (she is). But the attempted lesson plans still aren't going very well, and this is as good a diversion as any.

(OOC: May or may not be insta-slowtime, but I had to. Also, he's free to recognise Cata as someone he's seen once or twice, since she's been to the TF2 'verse a few times.)

[bonk_bonk]

"I'm risking my neck every day, I deserve at least a BEER!" Scout complains loudly. It does not get him a beer.

"Hey, I've seen you around before, haven't I?"

[post_whitewash]

"I don't know that complaining about it more will get you one."
(Unless she buys him one to shut him up, but that's another story.)
She considers the question for a moment, especially in light of the color of his shirt. "You might have done. It certainly sounds like I've lent a hand at your place of employment once or twice."

[bonk_bonk]

Or he'll have to whine at Demoman until he gets some of that moonshine the other man - buys? Makes? Who cares, it does the trick.

"Yeah? Don't think we've ever formally met." which is so not okay, let's be fair here.

[tyler_marlocke]

"Maybe she knows your mom would be real pissed if she caught you drinking."

Once again, Tyler's perching in the rafters to watch the new people. It's a form of entertainment in Milliways that never gets old.

[bonk_bonk]

You're very right, Tyler, she would. She prefers Martinis to Screwdrivers. She would expect her son to have better taste.

Since Scout is also a complete momma's boy (SHUT UP HE WILL SHOOT YOU IN THE FACE IF YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT) he can't really say anything to that, so he just looks sullen instead, pulling his cap farther down on his face. Tch.

"Wait, she?"

[tyler_marlocke]

"Bar thinks and yeh, she's a she."

Pause.

"Just try not to think about that too much."

[bonk_bonk]

Thankfully not thinking too much is a talent Scout has. In fact, it was the one thing his teachers said he was good at. They did not mean it in a kind way.

"The hell are you doing up there, batboy?