CHUG! CHUG! GLUB! GLUB! glub glub...

[count_to_peace]

Who: 11ady, codename_fire, count_to_peace
What: Just the Preventers as they stand currently hanging out at a local bar and chattin’ it up like pros.
When: About a day after the first round of these dates take place and end.
Where: Some local bar.
Warnings: Drinking, possible eventual cussing, and hopefully some hilarity.

Comments

[codename_fire]

A nod and Noin brought the glass to her lips, exhaling as she did so and slamming the entire thing, humming softly as she missed most of the kick. It was a neat, effective trick, and kept the nastier alcohol she had mustered from taking her out on pure shock alone.

She chuckled softly against the rim of the shot glass, tongue flicking out to remove a few stray drops from the glass. "He has...a point you know. I just don't understand how you can come to a bar and not drink.."

Down went the shot glass, and her hand made for the glass of water nearby. She was taking it slow, her voice quiet, but her smile present as she felt the false warmth of the alcohol.

[11ady]

Une gave a slight smile, sipping her alien mocktail. No imbibing tonight, thank you.

"As Zechs said, we'll see how well you can hold me to it. Considering you can barely hold herself up, I think luck's on my side."

[count_to_peace]

The cool bourbon burned down his throat, warming him up almost instantly. The bitter, yet smooth taste was appreciated. It's nice to know somethings never change, no matter what reality you get transported to.

"Bars could be used to creating more intimate business meetings." It could explain all the funding Preventer got before.

[codename_fire]

A soft noise of assent, though to who, Noin wasn't going to share quite yet. Une had a very good point, she was a bit of a wreck still and since going to Mars, the alcohol there had been lacking.

The short haired woman chuckled a little, looking at the other woman. "Are you going to let me drink them under the table this time, or into a stupor?"

The memories of getting some of that funding was impressive, and some just as bad as back at Lake Victoria, but admittedly, Noin had been a little out of hand at times with her drinking that year. She may have believed Zechs would come back with her heart, but logically, something kept stabbing it down again and she had clamped up around it.

Her voice lowered a little as she became more serious.
"I imagine we would then want some place where the access is easy, but we also know who runs the place in case of an event we need to plan."