[Open] DRINKY LOG drinky log

[rivalsolarbeam]

Who: People who fully intend to get drunk, are going to end up accidentally drunk, and their rare, responsible friends.
What: It's a bar log. BAR THINGS.
When: September 20th but also probably whenever you need one.
Where: A bar that hasn't banned Green Team yet.
Warnings: Drunk people maybe. Bar things. Birthdays. Etc.


So here it was. A Saturday night. Or maybe it was a Sunday. Maybe it was a Tuesday and you just really needed a something something.

This was the place to get a something something.

The weekends were for parties. The weekdays were for brooding.

IT WAS A BAR IT WAS FOR DRINKING. Please drink responsibly. If you're under 19, please have very convincing IDs.

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09/20 - BIRTHDAYS [this one's closed]

[rivalsolarbeam]

((A THREAD FOR GREEN TEAMS: I figure it is probably easiest if people just tag it whenever they feel is a good time for them to go, since we have so many... FEEL FREE TO JUMP IN WHENEVER as if they were there the whole time ooweeooo.))

It felt really weird to be sitting in a bar because he got in with his actual, for real ID. He'd used the fake one they had gotten for him so many times that he had almost panicked when he didn't have it in his wallet anymore and one of them had to elbow him for the real one. Ha. Ha haaa.

Bulba gave his phone one last glance to see if Vinnie had changed his mind, though he was was already sure of the answer. He slid the device back into his pocket, giving all his grinning family members a somewhat nervous smile. The smile of a man that knew what his fate was on this, his legal birth night.

"Go easy on me?"

Doomed doomed doomed.

nevermind that pidge is still 18 for another month or so

[rivalairslash]

Pidge was going to make sure he was the most dependable designated "driver" today. He wasn't going to get a dumb charizard to mess things up.

He pushed up his glasses, as if he was emphasizing on his importance for the day.

"Do not worry, I will have things under control."

But that's exactly what everyone should be worried about...

[rivalappeared]

Pidge and Bulba's fretting was swiftly interrupted by their trainer flinging his arms over their shoulders, ushering them deeper into the bar.

"Who needs control on birthdays, Pidge?! This is an important day!!"

A hearty slap to Bulba's back. "Bulba drinks tonight. Legally."

[rivalthunderbolts]

"This is gonna be AWESOME," Jolt declared proudly, following the procession, arms behind his head and a big grin on his face. "Tonight we party like only Green Team can!"

[rivalsolarbeam]

Deeper into the bar and deeper into their doom. Bulba laughed knowingly, aware that partying like only Green Team could meant they were going to have to cross this bar off the list of patronable bars soon enough.

"Is it more or less fun when it's actually legal?" He had to ask as he gave Pidge a look that clearly said thank you for your dependability and I'm sorry for not being here for you in these our future shenanigans. Definitely that kind of look.

[rivalkidneypunch]

"Legal is just a state of mind," Char said reassuringly, despite absolutely nothing about that statement being reassuring. "If you end up gettin' bored, no worries. We can toss some illegal into the mix real easy."

Char, no. I don't think that's the issue here. Char. No.

[rivalairslash]

Char, what. Illegal, what. Pidge gave a horrified look on his face.

"Don't. You. Dare."

all the time, whenever you want

[raced_god]

[redshirted]

There is still much to be explored by Ian in Final Destination City, including but not limited to this bar. It's nice, now, not to have the stringent rules of military life. He could pop in and out of places like these as he pleased. He could have a beer or two if he wanted to unwind and watch some miscellaneous sports game and make friendly chatter. It was like on-demand shore leave.

So one night he strolls in and he spots someone pretty familiar. Of course he is going to sit down next to him, of course he is going to clap Falcon on the back, "You look like you've had a rough day."

Ian is as observant as always, it seems.

[raced_god]

Falcon is pretty sure it's too early to be this drunk, but at the same time, he's pretty sure he isn't drunk enough. It's not that he feels incapable of dealing with batshit clones--he just 1) doesn't really want to, and 2) doesn't really want to explain batshit clones, especially not to people too stupid to realize that he and said clone are two separate entities. He expects that he'll be doing quite a bit of that, hence the excessive drinking.

He flinches almost comically when he feels someone clap him on the back and wheels around in response, looking, for a split second, like he's going to cold-clock deck the person who thinks it's a good idea to touch him. Only when he registers that it's Ian does he turn back to the bar and grunt a nondescript greeting/response/affirmation. It's maybe a little hard to tell.

[redshirted]

"A really rough day," Ian amends his statement appropriately based on Falcon's apparent frustration with life. Ian himself is the perfect foil to that; he seems cheery and unfazed as he orders a drink.

He decides to make small talk while the bartender pours out his beer from the tap, trying to keep the mood light, "I'd offer to buy you a drink but it looks like you're already covered in that department."

[raced_god]

Falcon makes another unintelligible grunt-type noise, as well as an attempt to straighten up and not look like a guy who's been drinking away his problems. Attempting to drink away his problems, because problems don't go away with the liberal application of alcohol.

"I got it," he says, signaling to Ian to put away whatever money he was planning on spending. "He's on my tab."

His super rich space hero tab.

[redshirted]

"Thanks."

Ian pockets his wallet. He won't protest free beer, but he will make a note to make it up to Falcon another time. Maybe they will enter an endless loop of always owing beers to each other, who knows. All Ian knows is that his beer is here and he is going to thank the bartender and drink it and let Falcon straighten up as much as he wants to before continuing the conversation. Ian can be pretty patient.

"Soooo..." Ian drums his fingers on the bar lightly. "What's eatin' you?"

He asks in a more genuine tone. He does actually want to know! For all intents and purposes, Samus is now Ian's de facto family and Falcon was hers, so that sort of made them connected. It's in Ian's nature to be friendly and curious.

[golonghorns]

Suddenly, there was a guy occupying the stool right next to Falcon's.

He got the attention of the barkeep and ordered two tumblers of scotch. Doubles. Neat. Then wondered if he could really justify the expense of saying 'Just leave the bottle' on his salary. He'd see how he felt after one or two.

"So, that guy who has your face." he said, trying not to glower too heavily "He's a real asshole."

He accepted his two drinks and pushed one towards Falcon.

[raced_god]

the joke was on joel, as falcon was super wealthy and had already been through the bottle he'd told the bartender to leave I mean

Falcon didn't even look up when he saw a new drink enter his line of vision--he just slammed back the remainder of what he already had and pulled the new glass closer. He assumed it was someone he knew, and the voice confirmed Joel, so he offered a sort of grunt in thanks.

This was going to be a difficult conversation. He already knew that Joel wasn't familiar with his level of technology, which always made explaining the clone thing kind of hard. Falcon suspected that this talk was also going to let the so I'm from the 2570s thing out of the bag, too, and he rubbed his eyes from under his sunglasses in preparation.

"Yeah, tell me about it."

Perhaps, years ago, he would have danced around the subject, done more to conceal the details of his personal life, but he'd learned since then that it was sometimes easier in the long run to just be open about the complete batshittery that was his actual career. "Ask me whatever you want."

[golonghorns]

"I really only got two." Joel replied. He took a sip of his drink, looking at the liquid in the bottom of its tumbler for a moment before setting it down again.

"Who is he in relation to you, and how dangerous is he really."

They hardly even sounded like questions, the way he said them. He already knew the guy was something to do with Falcon - otherwise, they wouldn't look damn near identical. And he already knew the guy was dangerous. He'd torn apart at least one robot and beaten on at least one person till the blood spattered. Frankly, the kid who'd been chucked into the shelving had gotten away lightly.

"Bonus question... I shot him and dropped a bookshelf on him. How you figure that's going to play out?"

More of a question, this time. Because he actually had no clue.

[raced_god]

Yeah, those were the questions that made the most sense. Falcon let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back and continuing to rub his eyes from under his sunglasses.

"He's my clone," he started, sounding completely and thoroughly exhausted by he situation at large. "He's psychotic and homicidal, but the person he really wants is me."

Falcon knew that basically explained nothing, especially if Joel was from a time where science could not grow entire humans in test tubes. His exasperation was only exacerbated by the fact that Joel apparently engaged. Somewhere in the part of him that thought of Blood as his responsibility alone, he was angry about that.

"Depends on where you shot him."

[golonghorns]

"Alright."

He took another sip, then figured he probably ought to clarify his position a little.

"Look, there's enough shit in this city that's outside my lexicon that I'm not goin' to doubt that this guy's your clone. Human cloning isn't something they could do where I'm from. Leastways, not that the general public was ever told about."

Sheep? Sure. People? Possibly not.

"I shot him in the leg. I uh...." He paused, unsure of how to phrase what he wanted to say in a way that didn't make HIM sound like someone who was psychotic and homicidal. Because despite the reality of his past... he kind of liked having friends who didn't give him the side-eye treatment. "I figure killing him would've gotten me in more trouble'n I need to be in." Not an ideal phrasing. Still, an honest one. "But I needed to make a point about attacking students. He might be mostly after you, but he's attacked at least two people that I know of, maybe more that I don't. Oh, and a robot, by the looks of it. Tore its leg off and used it to beat someone, as near as I can figure."

For an ishimaru and togami to party hard

[fakespeech]

From time to time, Ecolo would give into his urge of pulling pranks on his fellow classmates. When he ran into two random students in the hallways of the dormitory, he decided they should get stuck at a random place.

And so Ecolo decided to teleport the two and himself to a bar.

"Ehehe~! Have fun you two~!" Ecolo giggled, waving at Ishimaru and Togami's direction before floating away.

[richasshole]

"are we just gonna pretend like that weird blob thing didn't sound exactly like me" Togami was caught completely off guard, only having enough time to shout "Ah--" before a flash and a pop sent him into a bar.

A bar. With people. With... Kiyotaka. He whipped his head around, unsettled and discombobulated.

"What the... what the hell?!"

[forgetbeam]

Kiyotaka was having a rough week, okay. It was bad enough he nearly got himself killed up on the island floating in the sky, and now he was having his plans of studying for the night interrupted by being dragged through rifts in spacetime into... where...ever this was.

With Byakuya of all people. Why.

He paid more heed to his new surroundings than his company, taking a good look to settle his nerves when he confirmed that the crowds around them weren't shadow creatures, but regular human beings. And non-humans. Typical FDC citizens.

"What is this... a bar?"

He'd been in one before. Two, even. He could totally recognize them now. The fact that several people had bottles of beer in their hands helped a little.

[richasshole]

Byakuya was close to simmering, and for a moment it looked like he might make a break for it, but that impulse slowly faded as his shoulders drooped and he eyed the impressive display behind the bar. All those bottles...

Rather than answer his class mate, the blonde walked over to the bar and ordered a scotch. This order was followed by a brief glance over his shoulder at Kiyotaka.

[forgetbeam]

His gut instinct was to make a fuss and scold Byakuya for drinking, but... he was an adult now. They both were.

...

Nah, he was going to scold him anyway. It was no longer Kiyotaka's responsibility but that was hardwired into him.

"What are you doing? It's a school night."

[richasshole]

This earned a brief smirk. "So write me a demerit." If he wasn't going to have any control over what happened to him at this school, he might as well roll with the punches a little easier. At least tonight, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to take the edge off a bit.

Drinking her worries away. Works for everyone else doesn't it? Doesn't i?

[boo_blimp_babe]

She'd never tried it before, at least not in the copious amounts she'd be taking in this night. However, she'd seen, heard or read that it could sometimes help you forget about things, including feelings, at least for a while. What did she have to lose anyways? So you'll find her amidst a bunch of empty glasses, by her lonesome and every now and then yelling and pushing away anyone who approached her.