[OPEN] One More Drink then I Swear that I am Going Home...

[codename_fire]

Who: Noin and YOU!
What: Noin's drinking. :|
When: Nighttime! Of course whenever? IDK.
Where: Any of ye local bars.
Warnings: BOOZE INDUCED THINGS. Dunno yet, there may be hints of angst?

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[themothdies]

[it's a bar Takasugi's never been into, but in his solo wandering of smoke clouds and proverbs, it looks like a fine enough fit]

[with his sword in the obi of his kimono, it's easiest to find a seat at the bar, sliding languidly on to a padded stool with his pipe churning out ash]

[they don't have sake here, he discovers after a brief consultation with the barkeep, and his head seems tilted with a disorientation as he scans the menus above (by now, it should be a familiar feeling)]

[codename_fire]

[She may appear slightly inebriated, but it's the curl and whisp of smoke that catches her attention.

She's seen him before.

Her brain snaps on this idea and her head slowly turns, watching for a second, and noting his predicament. Pity. A bar without good sake. She has half a mind to invite him to try the spectacular bottle that she seemingly found randomly outside her door one day but...

She looks away. Curious.

A humming noise emits from her throat to catch his attention. But she says nothing, purple eyes having shifted back to stare at him.]

[themothdies]

[the tilt of his head declines in exchange for the perking of the opposite ear (the one not all wrapped in bandages), face tilting to jut jawline and cheekbone and eyelash]

[he feels more than he sees the eyes on him, giving a low and guttural]

Ah?

[codename_fire]

[Her voice is soft and simple.]
May I offer some advice?

[Intrigue is what she feels, but she is also...wary. Protective, though she's not going to jump to conclusions. It would be...bad form of her.

Rough fingers glide to the cold glass and she picks up the replenished shot, downing the burning spice after a soft breath out.]

[urnotafraid]

A new ship, a new set of unspoken rules. It wasn't his beloved city of Mallepa with the clear lines of gangs and commerce woven into a rich pattern of lives, nor was it the Sif where aliens tried breaking anyone from outside. This ship had an innocence about it, one that Sho had to explore thoroughly. From bar to gambling room to nightclub, he walked along the paths, learning as he went.

This was the third bar he had stepped into in the last hour and already he liked the atmosphere. It was almost like one at home without any of the added alien touches that would distract and annoy him. Sho found a seat at the bar, leaned forward and ordered a simple variant of vodka made in far off TapaTapandog III.

[count_to_peace]

Unwinding from the day, Zechs decided to join Noin for a few drinks. She seemed preoccupied with someone else, which was fine by him. It would do them both some good to make a few friends. He sat at the counter, ordering their strongest drink on the menu. It wasn't Wild Turkey, but it would do. He was told it was similar to tequila, yet with a higher proof. Good.

A bottle and a shot glass was set in front of him, and credits were handed over for them both. If only he could read the language on the label. Another goal to reach for: recognizing the alien scriptures. Zechs poured himself a shot and tossed it back, hissing low at the burn in the back of his throat. It was strong, so this would last a while. Having a bad hangover in the morning wouldn't do well for work.

[urnotafraid]

"I'd be careful with that," Sho said, watching the man sitting next to him out of the corner of his eyes. He may not be able to read the label, but he has seen it before. "It's got a kick to it."

He got his drink and manages to talk his way around paying for it, but he knew that he would have to be very careful. Soon the bartenders will be all over his ass for his tab. But right now, there was a nice almost vodka in front of him that he could easily toss back and feel things grow even a bit more blurry.

[count_to_peace]

Zechs glanced over to the man next to him, then the bottle, softly chuckling. "It does seem that way. Thanks for the tip." He poured himself only half a shot this time around. "Speaking from experience or can you read the language?"

hsdgdjasj!! f-finally!

[eatprettyhearts]

[Alcohol, alcohol was good. In fact, it was better than just that, a welcome cure of thoughts gone grey and heavy, maybe even sharp with age.

Shiro's feet had carried him to this bar, on yet another unusual route through shades and over rooftops, some time ago. He's been drinking since then, not enough to have him intoxicated or confused, just-- settled. calm. at ease.

He reaches for the kiseru stashed in his sleeve, knowing he has not a single match with him when his eyes fall on you and

stay there.]

IKR? <3 <3 Nyyy~

[codename_fire]

[Ahh, Noin would agree with that if she heard that thought aloud. Too much grey, too much...angst. It was understandable in some cases, not everyone could be positive all the time.

Noin is certainly distracted for a moment and pauses, looking up from her coin playing. Zechs was with her but they had made an effort to get out and meet other people, socialize a little. It was a bar, after all.

A hum of noise. How odd. A familiar sense of...memory. Like with Sho.]

S-so horrible q//q /sticks self to. Bekaaah~

[eatprettyhearts]

[Still, what was the past but chances no longer up for the taking? There are moments, of course there are, when Shiro feels regret, feels guilt, but they are far and in between, and he has no desire for change.

He prefers the noise of other people, the slide of skin, likes the dark eyes meeting his. To imagine the reason and thoughts behind that look.

His lips curl into a smile, as if answering a joke he doesn't remember being told. A gesture, very clear, still graceful; his mouth, his pipe, the missing smoke.

Do you have matches, Lady?]

/mush of love

[codename_fire]

[Sometimes that was beneficial - though Noin opted to move on as there was no use in dwelling unless it was to learn a lesson. Grief and sorrow had their purposes, but they were nothing to sink into while alcohol...was just as good on a Monday night as it was for Sunday's impeccably timed brunch.

How...wonderful, how odd. To be so lured in by a strange sense of familiarity, of a bonding she can't quite put her finger on? But that lack of dwelling? She refuses to do so now.

Beautiful being, young and full of glistening undertones of a far racier edge.

A small smile as she understands and reaches into her jacket pocket, rummaging for a truly ancient relic - a matchbox. That she had one at all could be questionable, but she always believed in being prepared.

A gesture to the seat next to herself as she puts the box down in the place before it, head turning to order a drink for her...acquaintance.

It turns back when she has finished.]
What a pleasure to meet you...

[Unspoken words say 'again'.]

[stolethatkiss]

[Pip likes bars.

Maybe not for the conventional reason of 'drinking your woes away', as someone of his profession might be inclined to do in places like this-- no, Pip wasn't much for wallowing in woe, despite all the things he's seen and all the things he might have lost. No, Pip isn't a wallowing person: he's a celebration kind of guy, indulging in cheap booze and pretty women whenever he can, absorbing civilian life and living it while he's not on the battlefield, getting paid to throw away his life.

It's a strange juxtaposition, but he lives it. He doesn't value himself, but he values time he spends with good company-- an unconscious distinction, honed by years of reflection and hangovers.

So. He's sitting two seats away from Noin, puffing a cig and fiddling with his glass of beer, lips curled in amusement, single eye narrowed but not unpleasantly.]

Bored?

[codename_fire]

[A soft hum of noise again, her previous lessons with a singer starting to show a little as she actually decides to hum a note instead of her usual sound. She'd been watching him, of course, but hadn't expected him to speak.

She chuckles richly, purple eyes flicking to his face, shaded under her bangs.]

In a manner of speaking. Come here often?

[stolethatkiss]

Nice pickup line.

[He laughs, popping his cigarette out from between smiling lips and stubbing it out, watching the smoke dissipate before fixing his gaze on Noin.]

When I want to get drunk after a long day, oui. Which is most days.

[codename_fire]

[A chuckle, she waves her glass at him a little, winking.]
Can you imagine it's all I came up with after reading Shakespeare?

[But she nods.]
Ahh, to actually get drunk that quickly and stay that way...
[A playful smirk. I think she may be in the mood for a challenge, Pip.]

[yellow_snakeyes]

Crowley still spends a lot of his evenings getting pissed out of his mind, though in the past month or so he's been cutting back a bit. He's always liked watching people, and while bars are usually an excellent place in which to do that, maintaining some level of sobriety is also a key factor in enjoying that particular activity.

Naturally, most of the people in any bar on this space station are bizarre aliens, so, just as naturally, he always notices when there's a human about. The one sitting one stool over is young, female, and giggling (he assumes) at the song being sung by the alien singer. He hasn't been paying much attention to the background noise, so now seems like as good a time as any to adjust his sunglasses, turn towards her, and ask, "What's funny?"

[codename_fire]

Her fingers in the process of picking at the shimmering, silvered coins, Noin slowly turns an eye towards him, inspecting, curious, but certainly not unfriendly.

Her lips purse lightly and she gestures with her head towards the singer, unaware that perhaps he had made the possible connection to it already. Her finger points at her ear. "The translation process involved with the language that the entertainment is using makes...for a rather bizarre experience. Enjoyable, but bizarre - like being in a canyon full of several people all talking at once." The woman's smirk says she finds it beautiful anyway.

[yellow_snakeyes]

He'd been correct, then, in his guess. Not that it matters one way or the other, really, but it's always gratifying on some level to be proven correct in such situations.

"Heh. Especially after a few drinks, yeah? Makes sense to me." Her metaphor is rather apt, and he quite likes it. He tips his glass to and fro, clinking the ice and agitating the drink within before raising it to his lips for a quick mouthful. "D'you come here often?" It sounds like a pick-up line, but it's not meant as one. He's merely asking out of interest, and in the interest of starting a conversation. Whether or not she picks up on that...well, it'll be interesting to see.

[codename_fire]

Oh? Another one? How long had it been since she had heard that line, let alone that anyone had had the balls to say it to her face? Noin has almost missed the kind of atmosphere that perhaps others would've found too rowdy - rough but noble. An interesting contrast, really.

A soft hum of noise, her lips parting into a charmed, pleased smile. "Actually, no; though I wish I did." That also could sound like a pick-up line but... heh. Many things could sound like a come on if you had enough. "Figured now would be as good of a time as any, don't want to give off the impression I work too hard..."

Her head tilts towards him, smiling warmly still. "Yourself?" A gesture to the seat next to her, friendly.