19th Fix

[techno_mancer]

OK! Now that this whole terrible milk business was behind them, Quinn Hatch was ready to get back to normal Mayfield routines. Which meant checking on his housemates to make sure everyone was alive and sane again. It also meant he had to make a visit to Cyuss's place, but not before stopping at the bakery for a cake. He had promised to bring

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[emperor_cowboy]

[Sorry there Quinn... but while you're at the bar, someone seems to notice you. Frowning... he decides to sneak on over and order a drink. He looks him over once, before ordering a drink for himself... and while waiting, might as well try that small talk thing.]

Look a lil down on yer luck, there.

[techno_mancer]

[Sorry Hol, but he's kind of in sort of a weepy mode at the moment.]

I guess. Man, I hate this frickin' town, lemme tell ya. I wanna go home already.

[emperor_cowboy]

That so?

[He pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a full drag.]

Why ya gotta think somethin' like that?

[techno_mancer]

Oh, I dunno, how 'bout cuz everyone gets tortured and droned and goes crazy and it sucks.

[Oh, cigarette, good idea. Quinn takes out one of his own.]

[Somewhere around Brady Lane]

[notlikethemovie]

[Someone has gotten nervous after her housemate's been gone all day. After the last week, Mika is not up for leaving it up to chance and does what she does best and gets to work hobbling around town armed with her cane.

It really doesn't take much effort, sadly.]

Quinn I can smell you from a block away, stop embarrassing yourself and that lamppost and get inside.

[She sighs, shaking her head as she forces her hackles down. Quinn was safe aside from possibly giving himself alcohol poisoning, and she limped closer to get a better look at him.]

Okay, that might've been a bit harsh, but come on. Let's get you home and I might make you some coffee.

[techno_mancer]

[Nothing to worry about. 5 or 6 beers is all it takes to get him like this. It's terrible.]

Miiiikaaaaaa. This lamp post is pretty fucked up. Look how dim it is! 'S okay. I can fix him in the morning. I'll be back, buddy. [He must be drunk if he's actually swearing. He gently pats the lamp post and starts staggering over to her.]

Naw, I don't need coffee. 'M okay.

[notlikethemovie]

It's not the only one that's fucked up. You are seriously plastered. How much did you drink?

[Her nose wrinkles at the smell of booze the closer he gets to her, her ears folding flat even as she prepares to catch him just in case.]

Well I'm not letting you go to bed like that. Orange juice or water, your choice.

[techno_mancer]

A lot. I dunno.

[Quinn is usually a party drinker. He doesn't usually just go out and get sloshed without a reason.]

I'm fine. Water I guess. I'll be fine in a bit, really.

After the poor drunk gets kicked out, Partridge st]

[weiss_tank]

[Ken just happens to look out the window to see Quinn having a powwow of some sort with his motorcycle. Uhhhh]

Dude! What the hell are you doing with my bike! [He's not angry, just...WTF]

[techno_mancer]

[OH IT'S A NON-MAYFIELDIAN BIKE, LET US TALK TO IT SHALL WE?

That's exactly what it looks like. There's a drunk man sitting on the ground next to your bike with his hand on it, talking with it. He looks up at Ken.]

Oh man. 'S this yours? It's a nice ride, man.

[weiss_tank]

[Definitely a non Mayfield bike. That thing has been all over Tokyo, and by all over, I mean used as an escape bike from assassinations, just normal oh god I need out of the house rides, and once as a tool of actually taking someone out. It is a bad ass bike.

And of course Ken is very proud of it. Even if it's no Ducati.]

Yeah she's mine. Thanks, it took me forever to save up for it...You ok there man?

[techno_mancer]

Dude, your bike has lived the life of an action movie hero! I'm super jealous.

Oh yeah, fine. I mean, I am completely trashed but other than that, super.