sammy's sideways slam

[ladyofthesands]

Down in some seedier district deep mainland was an eyesore of neon flashing lights and reedy, trilling alien music that was, once you got used to it, pretty damn good.  It was called Sammy's Sideways Slam and, according to ever local with a half functioning liver (or alien organ equivalent), it served the best, most potent, insanely awesome drinks

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[ladyofthesands]

A big blue furred alien leaned in and tapped Arha Masaari on the shoulder. She tilted her face slightly and smiled as he leaned in. Her eyebrows arched slightly and she burst into laughter. The alien leaned into her, draping a furred arm across her bare shoulders.

"I do not think that is a doable thing," she sang back, looking entirely too amused as she sipped at something potently amber colored. It was just sweet enough and called a Starburst Surprise. It had not surprised her yet, but it was pleasant.

"Wassamatta, wif dat?" The blue alien mumbled. "Betcher can--" there was a lound rumble that turned into a squeak, "--a--snook!-eciate a--snarf--hic! man like me. Can't get--sneerrrrk--better than Bojut Brank

looking for Rogues, you say~?

[gunslinging]

This same time last week, it never would have occurred to Axl that it was possible for him to get drunk, but Zokez II apparently had other ideas. He couldn't remember what the full explanation was -- something about nanomachines designed to temporarily jumble nerve signals with no corrosive or long term side effects or...something like that? It didn't matter.

What mattered was that all it took was a few words to the bartender about his biology (or lack thereof) and he was getting in on things that his species had never thought possible.

Not a bad way to spend a vacation, in his opinion. And while the first time he'd given it a try this week, he'd stopped before anything hit him too hard (talking to Char had been kind of a distraction), there was no telling if he'd ever get the chance to do this again, and he had every intention of making the most of it.

He made a wave at the barkeep. "Hey, can I get another uh...another this thing?"

My pilots! <3

[ladyofthesands]

"The liquor is very good," Arha said as Bojut tried to to grab her her chest. Her hand flashed out and Bojut looked very surprised as his hand ended up stuffed into his drink. Too drunk to really give a shit he mumbled and teetered away.

"What about you? Yopu need another one of those gems?" Gino shoved a tall glass of the drink Axl had demolished in front of him. "Something stronger? He flashed a grin of sharp black teeth and Arha returned it.

"I wish to try your Molotov Planet," she said with a solemn nod. "What is it they say? Hit me?"

[gunslinging]

Axl hadn't actually found a seat yet, with the place as crowded as it was, but as Bojut stumbled off, he helped himself to the spot the alien had just vacated. He probably wouldn't want to be standing up when all this started really catching up to him, anyway.

And he let out an impressed whistle as he watched the bartender got to work on that Molotov Planet. "How many kinds of booze go into that thing?"

[pocketloli]

There was a tiny woman walking into the bar.

Small, petite and barely five feet tall, she was dressed in a sundress that demonstrated, by goddamn she was FLAT.

Despite this, she walked into the bar and slapped down a few coins. "Florp."

The giant of a bartender looked up at her and said, "Aren't you a little young to be drinking?"

"Technically I'm two thousand and ten years old," said Rein, embellishing her facts. "Florp."

"Here you go."

Rein took a pull. And to her credit, didn't spray it across the table as it raped her tastebuds.

"Good Florp. Can I get another after this?"

[jesushasagundam]

He thought he'd seen some of the other Rogues inside from out of the windows.

But as Kira stood in the doorway, he began to have second thoughts. Something told him that this really wasn't his sort of place.

[ladyofthesands]

Arha waved at Kira from her place near the bar, her grin wide and inviting. It was not a terrible bar. If she could be in there, why, Kira wouldn't have a problem. Hopefully. Her bright, sunny expression cut through the crowd--and the blue mass that had just stumbled by for the third time.

[jesushasagundam]

He held up a hand as he saw her wave.

It wasn't anything about this bar in particular, but he just really wasn't a ... bar person. Still, there were friends, so he might as well go talk to them...

[ladyofthesands]

Arha moved to meet him halfway and watched with particular interest as a woman who seemed to have wings (ah she did!) drift by. Arha's smile litl her face once more as she reached Kira.

"What would you like to drink?" she asked, pitching her voice so it reached him without too much interruption. "There is much available."

[jaded_jedi]

Somehow escaping her husband (nicely, of course), Mara Jade Skywalker definitely ended up in this bar. She could feel Arha's presence somewhere in here, so she slowly made her way to where she figured Arha was.

Of course, if a drink or two entered her ownership while making her way over there, that was not her fault at all.

[ladyofthesands]

Arha's head shot up and toward the door as she caught Mara's familiar presence. Bojut mumbled something and belched again as Arha slid away (with her drink) just in time to avoid getting hit as a bar patron punched the inebriated alien. He went flying and, with some degree of skill, managed to grope Arha's ass on the way down.

Charming.

I'm back here with the flailing blue drunk by the bar, she said with a mental snort. Gino hollered something from behind the bar. It does not matter what the species, they will always try to grope something.

[jaded_jedi]

Isn't that the truth? Mara rolled her eyes as she ambled toward Arha. When she finally got to her, she handed her one of the drinks in her hand. "I have no need for two glasses of alien alcohol."

A beat as she contemplates the glass in her hand. "Well. Yet."

[ladyofthesands]

"I think they taste very good," Arha said, thoughtfully. "But I do not think my body treats them the same as most. I have had four drinks. Several were supposedly potent." She took the offered drink and sipped at it. "This is smoother than the others."

[notadamnangel]

The Impala had pulled up outside, and Dean grinned at the sight. He joshed his brother a little about owning a bar he didn't know about, and the use of his so called 'hated' name. Big brother noogies done, and then time for some more drinking.

He headed inside and immediately went up to the bar to order them some drinks.

[terminatefate]

"Fuck you, just give me something with some kick to it," Sarah Connor snapped. Gino blinked at the woman. "You heard me, I'm not some pussy. Don't even try to sell me on one of those fucking fruity bitch drinks."

"Are you sure?" Gino asked. "They're pretty potent."

"Do I look like I'm unsure, fucker?" she asked pointedly and with an expression that said she was about to shove a bottle of something poisonous up his ass. Gino's hands went up.

"For you, sir?" he asked sliding a small shot glass filled with amber liquid at Sarah.

[notadamnangel]

Damn, now there's a woman who knew how to order a drink. Dean's eyebrows went up, clearly impressed. He tried to take a subtle lookover at her. Not bad at all, but she obviously looked like she'd kick your ass three ways to Sunday. He almost wondered if she was a hunter as well. She seemed even tougher than Ellen, and that was saying a lot.

He then grinned at the bartender, "I take one of the same. To start."

[terminatefate]

"Nice to see someone has enough balls to down the good shit," Sarah said and then knocked the shot back as Gino slid Dean his own glass. It was smooth and sliced fire down her throat before pretty much exploding when it hit her stomach. Sarah, who was no stranger to liquor that would melt metal, didn't even blink. It was good fucking sauce, the kind that made your vision blur just a little before everything sharpened up again.

"Fill it," she said, shoving her shot glass forward. "And leave the motherfucking bottle."

Gino did exactly that and promptly edged away, gratefully sliding himself down the bar to answer another patron's call. Sarah exuded fuck off in neon lights and a few aliens edged away from her, some slipping away to find tables, which meant three seats at the bar had opened up.