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[colbert_bump]

Stephen, after hiding out over the weekend of truth and all that that happened over it, needed a drink. And yeah, he had kinda decided to not drink for a good while after the damn dog wedding, but he figured one or four glasses couldn't hurt. He needed it, dammit.

He had just entered the Hub when he was being beckoned to by Marshall. Sighing, he walked over, nodding a greeting to the woman. She was hot. When Marshall's question sunk in, Stephen blinked, looked the lady over again.

"Is that anything like penis envy?" He hoped not.

[robin_sparkles]

Robin rolled her eyes, giving a frustrated hand gesture that somehow managed not to be rude, which said a lot for her, she liked to think. "No!" she scowled. "I just don't need to have an umbrella to be completely satisfied with my drink, which by the way, is more manly than your little My Little Pony drink," Robin informed Marshall.

[lawyered]

"Please," Marshall said, holding up a hand. "If this were a My Little Pony drink, there would be sparkles. Sparkles and rainbows."

To Stephen, Marshall grinned and nodded. "It's exactly like penis envy."

[colbert_bump]

Sparkles and rainbows and a big dose of gay, obviously.

Though the drink did look kind of tasty, Stephen thought as he squinted at it. That didn't mean he was about to order one for himself, of course. Not until he was drunker, anyway.

"Don't most women have some form of that?" he pondered out loud, sincerely wondering. He had had that before, he was pretty sure.

[loaded_wolf]

Angua had only just come near the two - Marshall she remembered,* but the woman was unfamiliar.

"I wouldn't know," she answered, eyebrows raised when she saw just what he was drinking. She was almost positive it was Sacharissa's favorite. "Did you steal it from her?"

* How could she not? It wasn't often a man slapped her across the face unprovoked. She was surprised Marshall hadn't been picked up and locked away in a padded room yet.

[robin_sparkles]

"Nope," Robin answered casually, leaning back idly in their little makeshift booth-table-hangout. "All his," she guaranteed, saluting the woman with her pineapple-moonshine, the one that was actually alcohol-like. "I don't need embellishments, just gimme the alcohol is what I say. Not, you know, like I'm some alcoholic," she pointed out with a 'blphph' of joking disbelief.

[lawyered]

Oh, look! Gwyneth Paltrow came to hang out with them. Marshall wondered which character she'd be today. Staring over at her, a bit star-struck, he propped his elbows up on the table and cradled his chin in his hands. "Nah, Robin likes Scotch that's older than sin. I like my drinks just fruity enough to shake their own bon-bons."

[loaded_wolf]

So he was crazy and gay. Somehow Angua wasn't surprised. She got herself a beer and leaned against the bar.

"Me either," she said in reply to the woman, mouth upturned at one corner. She'd spent more time at Biers back home than here, though she could see the appeal of alcoholism in both places. "My name's Angua. He slapped me."

[permanentlypink]

Tonks, who had actually stopped by on her way to the Compound to see if Tosh was around, approached them once the unfamiliar man called out to her.

"Umbrella envy?" She looked his companion over briefly. "Well, she's not wet."

[robin_sparkles]

"No, but I would look very charming and svelte if I were," Robin insisted with a very casual and smooth demeanour. "He means the drink kind of umbrellas. Marshall is sure that I envy his umbrella, for...god only knows what reason."

[lawyered]

"Yeah, you would," Marshall said automatically, nodding approvingly over at Robin. Now, he may have been an engaged man, but he had eyes. Eyes that could see!

To the pink-haired girl, Marshall indicated the umbrella in his drink and grinned. "Isn't this awesome?"

[permanentlypink]

Tonks' mouth twitched up into a smile. "It's very... awesome," she said. Not a word she used very often. It was one of those very American words that just sounded stupid in her accent. "I didn't even realize we had little umbrellas."

[furry_lil_prblm]

Remus was sat at one of the tables in the Hub, a bit of a change of scenery as he organised for the school's upcoming term. He'd not been paying much attention to the other people's conversation, other than to note the woman's disbelief in the existence of dinosaurs on the island, but looked up when the man seemed to be addressing him.

"Umbrella envy?" he repeated, with a politely confused smile, then saw the one poking out of the man's drink. "Ah, I see. Yes, it is a rather nice umbrella." He hadn't realised they had any little umbrellas.

[robin_sparkles]

Robin had taken to leaning over the table, idly spinning the umbrella back and forth, pointing to Marshall with her finger. "This guy thinks that life found a way to bring dinosaurs here. I mean, what's next, Ogopogo," Robin snorted. "I mean, right? You know, British Columbia's version of the Loch Ness monster...? Right?"

[lawyered]

"Nessie," Marshall immediately bristled, "is a gentle creature. I am sure that, as her relative, Ogopogo would also appreciate not being burdened with a moniker rife with such negative connotations."

Appealing to the other guy, Marshall said, "Have you seen the dinosaurs?"

[furry_lil_prblm]

"I have, as a matter of fact," Remus confirmed, nodding. "I was attacked by one. Quite a few people have seen them." He had the scar to prove it, not that it made much difference among the many scars that had already been there.

[mr_demonology]

Wesley hadn't intended to really socialise once he arrived at the Hub, meaning only to fetch something to drink for the evening, but then people were speaking toward him. He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. "I ah, can't really deem myself an expert, not knowing her?" he offered warily.

[robin_sparkles]

Robin blinked.

And then stared.

And then blinked some more, nudging Marshall under the table with her sandalled-foot, hissing, 'Marshall!' at him while trying to nod over to the man and mouthing, 'Is that Sandy Rivers?' at him.

[lawyered]

None too casually, Marshall twisted around in his seat to check out the guy Robin was Tedding-out about. It was a good thing he hadn't taken a drink because Marshall totally would have sputtered it all over the nearest patron. Apparently Sandy Rivers was only just now catching onto what had been, according to Ted, a fad when they were in college: Spectacles.

Marshall turned back to Robin so fast that he nearly got whiplash. "Yeah, it's so him," Marshall mouthed back before cramming a fist in his mouth to keep from cackling.

[mr_demonology]

Wesley frowned at the interaction between the two, approaching slowly and clearing his throat. "Is there something on my face?" he asked, wishing his self-esteem didn't simply happen to plummet at the hint of whispers in his presence.