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[the_strongone]

[OOM: All Alone in the Night ]

The air around Ivanova shimmers as she walks in the front door

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[hopeitsworthit]

Dean looks over from his position a little farther down the bar, knocking back his own shot a second later.

He offers Ivanova a slight nod of acknowledgment as he readies another drink.

Not like it takes much time, right?

[the_strongone]

Ivanova raises an eyebrow over her second glass.

And then moves down the bar and settles in the vague area near Dean.

"Look. I don't know you. You don't know me. I don't want to talk about my feelings. You don't want to either." And it is a statement that also clearly means, if you do, tough shit. "I just want a drink that isn't by myself and someone to listen to my running commentary on all--" She waves at the the crowded bar, "--that. All of that."

[hopeitsworthit]

Okay, that was blunt. But on a day like today --

Well, okay, in a year like this one --

Dean can kinda get behind that.

"Works for me, sweetheart. I'm just here for the booze."

That and it's easier to block out the white noise in a crowd. Who knows? Maybe if he tells himself that often enough it'll be true.

[the_strongone]

"Call me sweetheart again, and you'll be picking your teeth off the floor," in an almost friendly tone. Well, as friendly as Ivanova gets with people she has just met.

"That's fascinating," she mutters about a woman that wanders by with seashells for a bra.

[killitwith_fire]

"Bad day?" the little lizardy fire-elemental sitting on the bartop asks. He... tried having a drink. Too bad his current internal temperature is above the flashpoint of alcohol.

[the_strongone]

She pauses in her third shot. And almost smiles as she downs it. "Something like that."

"Are you always a thing on fire or is it just a special occasion?"

[killitwith_fire]

Axel shrugs.

"Halloween," he says. "It got me pretty hard this year. Not too bad, except I can't drink. Lucky I don't mind burnt food though," he adds.

[the_strongone]

"..." Ivanova nods. And has another drink. She's at her limit. "Well. That's nice. Good holiday to be a fire lizard."

[3nanashi]

Ah, cranky commander lady.

(Trowa has thus far avoided Bar's costuming this year because his mun couldn't think of anything clever. He's observing everyone else's with silent interest, though.)

He was heading towards the bar anyway. Ivanova's presence does not change his mind on this score.

[the_strongone]

"Hoverbang."

She pauses in her drinking to give a polite nod of recognition and another almost smile.

[3nanashi]

"Commander."

It's very slightly dry -- Hoverbang, really? -- but he's pretty sure she'll be impervious.

He doesn't care all that much. So that's okay.

"Coffee," he says to Bar. "Thanks."

[the_strongone]

Of course! Ivanova is almost entirely impervious to... well, almost everything!

"That's what I like about you. You're polite without attaching."

Robots are only drive her insane when they talk nonsense. Like always.