Katina (Katchoo) Choovanski / Strangers in Paradise / Some Bar

[mm_ubiquity]

A beautiful, well-muscled woman, with long blonde hair drawn back in a messy ponytail, is sprawled out at the bar. In front of her is a line of four upside-down shot glasses, with two more straddling the spaces between the first three, pyramid-style. In her hand is another shot, likely tequila. She stares straight forward as she holds it under

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[cannotforget]

"Geez, you might wanna go easy on that," says another blonde demon woman.

She raises a curious eyebrow. (Humans, sometimes.)

[mm_ubiquity]

The woman slides her gaze to the blonde giving advice.

"Am I still breathing?"

[cannotforget]

"You're human?"

She has a point, really.

"Because if you are - then, yeah. I'll assume you're still breathing."

[mm_ubiquity]

She clears her throat, lifts a finger.

"Barkeep?"

While another shot is being poured, she looks back at the woman. "What do you mean, 'you're human'? What else could I be, a golden retriever?"

[crownedwithfire]

It happens when maybe the hands aren't that steady. After all, she's had seven shots in this bar. But as mentioned in another thread, this isn't the only bar she's gone to.

So when one of the glasses doesn't land quite right, it rolls down the bar to clink against a beer. The man drinking picks it up, and then gets up to walk down the bar to where the woman sits, drowning her sorrows (and killing her liver).

"Better get some water in you, or you're gonna hate yourself tomorrow." More then she hates herself now, anyway.

Please ignore that it's the devil telling you this, Katchoo. He's a nice guy (and only the antichrist, if you want to be technical).

[mm_ubiquity]

She snorts softly. "Thanks for the advice, but I..."

She catches sight of the man who spoke to her, and stares for a moment, her eyes wide (not to mention glassy from all the booze.

Finally she clears her throat.

"Dude... you know, Halloween isn't for another couple of months..."

[crownedwithfire]

"I get that lot," says the seven foot (and then some) man who takes out a cigar and rolls it between the far more delicate fingers of his left hand. "But I hate to tell you: The mask don't come off."

His eyes are the color of hell's flames, flickering with some dim, internal light, soon matched by the red cherry glow of his cigar as he lights up and takes the drag.

"Meant what I said, though. You're gonna have quite a hang over."

[mm_ubiquity]

"I've... kinda done this before. But... um... thanks..."

She stared until she realized she was staring, and shifted her eyes to the side.

"So... um... you're... um..." She looked back. "What are you?"

[mm_whspr2ascrm]

(ooc: OMG, you are beautiful for bringing her in. SiP FTW! And uh, been having a couple of possible headvoices.... either Casey or ummm... this one.)

[mm_ubiquity]

(ooc: LOL!!! Wow, that would be cool! God, I hope I can play her well enough for you...)

[mm_ubiquity]

Indeed!

[skilledhands]

"You know, if you're going to get trashed, tequila's a terrible drink to do it on. Tastes like shit. There's others that work just as well but go down better."