Instructors Night Out!

[hypocriteonjl]

[With only a day to go before classes started, Gavril thought it would be a good idea for the instructors to get together and try to enjoy themselves before the stress of the start of the school year got to all of them. But more than that, it was a chance for them to all get together and get to better know one another, as there weren't many

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[l3g1sl4t1ng]

[Look who's bringing her swag in. Dis troll.]

It has been awhile since I have gone to such an outing. Much too long. [She's wandering through the entire bar though. The smells were rather nostalgic. You know, when trolls actually took enough time to do things together. Drinking was a rarity amongst them, so it was a big thing when they actually did it.]

I am unfamiliar with hornless drink names though.

+1 blood elf

[kat_asks_later]

Then allow me to buy you a beer! [So says the firearms instructor, plunking a nice dark stout in front of Redglare. It's nice and chocolatey. Kicks like an ogre brew, without the nasty aftertaste!]

That's a porter, or the dwarves back on Azeroth were lying through their teeth. If we haven't met, I'm Katsura Sunarrow.

[She has a porter of her own, of course, and she seats herself on the nearest barstool, tossing some of it back. Yeah, after drinking ogre brews for the longest time, Kat kind of has a tolerance...]

[l3g1sl4t1ng]

So this is a beer? Interesting. Quite interesting. [She must thoroughly analyze this! She must be more knowledgeable of these drinks.]

Neophyte Redglare. I teach the justice and laws class, as it should be.

I believe us trolls have similar drinks that might parallel with drinks like these. But I am sure they taste different and have different names.

[hypocriteonjl]

Hello, Neophyte! Glad could come. [Smiles at her, even though he's aware she's blind. He can't help it. Sorry, he's not wearing anything red today, instead wearing a white shirt and jeans.]

Hmmm what drink smell like cherry... [Orders her a fruity drink with cranberry sauce--and is red.]

[tinkercat]

[Tom'd already been there before most people. In retrospect, this was probably a bad idea, as he's already drinking his second beer at the bar.

He might want to lay off the booze - for just a little bit - or else he'll be drinking his whole weight in alcohol before the night's over.]

HEYYYY

[notasidedick]

Don't drink too much too fast. Last time I checked, you were a man not a fish. [Oh hey Tom. It's Paris HiltonDick. He just arrived apparently.

Dick didn't mind going to these things to socialize. He wasn't a heavy drinker though. And he rather not get drunk around staff of all people.]

♥

[tinkercat]

[Tom can't help glancing over at Dick with a slight smile.] I'll be fine. Don't worry 'bout me so much, you hear?

[Not that he takes Dick's advice that seriously in the first place...]

[notasidedick]

As long as you aren't the type who starts singing while standing on the bar top, I think we're good

[He just chuckles, taking a seat next to the other. Dick plays the idiot son role well.]

[notasidedick]

[Dick is totally those guys who buys the fruity, frilly drinks and doesn't regret it.

You know, like appletinis. Or whatever you call them. He stretches lazily. Knowing him, he would be sleeping in the morning after if things go how they usually go. But hey, it's all in good fun. And he looking forward to tonight.

And he's got a god damn frilly drink to down.]

[batmansphoenix]

[Slams a beer in front of him]

Are you on a diet or something? Drink the real stuff you idiot.

[notasidedick]

[Raises an eyebrow.]

Aren't we always on some kind of diet? Last time I checked, the dirnk in front of me is tangible, and therefore real though. [You're trying to get him drunk aren't you.]

[batmansphoenix]

Bullshit, you know what I meant. [He taps the beer again] C'mooooon Dickie, drink with me?

[doommagnetengie]

[Gavril's not the only one who started early.

The other instructors would be forgiven for noticing Isaac show up - even with the suit, he keeps quiet and doesn't say a whole lot he doesn't need to. Paranoia was dulled a little bit here - as much as it could be, anyway - as he was in the company of competent people who knew what they were doing. At least he hoped so.

Nursing something particularly strong, he's sitting at the bar in all his RIG-equipped glory, blue spinal health bar, weird aerodynamic flaps and an unequipped helmet. He didn't have his plasma cutter with him, he doubted "Engineering Equipment" counted for what amounted to a jury-rigged pistol that could cut arms off.

Nevertheless, he said he'd show, and he really did need to get to know the other instructors better.

At least he hadn't noticed a vent shaft yet.]

[oxidantshappen]

[ Erik makes his way around, moving away from Tom to meet up with Issac, the particular equipment a distraction and he found it curiously engaging. He pressed a hand down against the bar, calling for another round of drinks before looking over pointedly at him, raising an eyebrow. ]

I suppose the suit makes you a fair threat, then?

[hypocriteonjl]

I like suit, but is really necessity? Seem very uncomfortable to sit in...

[tragetea]

[Galatea is a girl who doesn't mind a good time and drinking for some fun before she's back to putting some brats through their paces? Definitely her kind of fun. She's drinking some shots, the bottle right in front of her. And look, she brought her own meal in the way of a nice, big deep dish meat lover's pizza, because alcohol and greasy foods make such great friends. If you ask nicely and you're nice to look at she might just share with you.

Maybe.]

[tinkercat]

[After maybe the fourth or fifth beer, Tom wanders over to where Galatea is and takes a seat across from her. Casually leaning on the table, he can't help gesturing towards the pizza.]

Guess I missed the memo on "bring your own pizza night."

[tragetea]

[She gives a light shrug, finishing off a shot and setting the glass down.]

I wanted food and beer. The food here wasn't up to par.

/edited for fail

[tinkercat]

I'll take your word for it. [He crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side.]

So how was your break, Pe---Tea? [Even after months, he still slips up every now and then, and it bothers him.] Sorry, I. Force of habit.