HAPPY NEW YEAR

[paletteknife]

Who: Anyone of legal drinking age or with a good fake ID
What: A BAR LOG: NEW YEAR'S EDITION
When: New Year's Eve
Where: The Birdcage
Warnings: I think there may be alcohol references in this bar log. Also probably sloppy makeouts come midnight.



The Birdcage may have taken a hit during the destructive riots in the city over the summer, but like a majestic phoenix, it had risen from the ashes and looked better than ever with its renovations - just in time for one of the biggest nights of the year. The lights shone brighter and more colourful than ever, the bar was stocked with fresh new liquors from around the globe (and beyond), the music rang loud and clear through new speakers, the stage was more elaborate and featured all kinds of drag and burlesque troupes...

It was simply fabulous.

And on this New Year's Eve, it was packed from wall to wall with those reveling in the joy of having their favourite bar back and eager to see what the next year has in store. The patrons were brought together from all walks of life, all timelines and universes and races and lifestyles, to celebrate together and bask in the warm buzz of a good drink.

Some of them were here from Smash Academy. Why? Maybe they planned in advance. Maybe it was spur of the moment in an attempt to not spend New Year's miserable and alone while sober. Maybe it had to do with that brochure for the grand reopening that kept appearing on the bulletin board outside the cafeteria no matter how many times a certain hall monitor and other concerned folk took it down.

THE POINT IS. It's a drinking log. Go nuts.

Comments

[trustycrowbar]

"HEY, thanks!" Gordon replies, his volume somewhere between a whiskey-soaked shout and the volume necessary to hear over the music. He scoops up the glass and wobbles to lean on the bar.

"You really are a... a pal, y'know that? Where's Samus? Didn't y'guys come in here together?"

[raced_god]

Yes. An incredible pal. Falcon pulled up a bar stool like a total pal. "It's New Year's, empty glasses aren't allowed."

To emphasize, he raised his own not-empty glass, laughing a little at Gordon's comment.

"We're not joined at the hip, you know." That was to say, Samus was, perhaps, around.

[trustycrowbar]

He raises his own in an informal toast. "Yeah, I get that. Pretty close to midnight, though. I'd figured you two would be long gone."

He knows Falcon and Samus are not the most social of creatures, and would much rather spend a huge celebration, celebrating out of reach of anyone else that was, ah... celebrating. Yeah.

"Granted this is a helluva place to party at new year's."

[raced_god]

He shrugged, figuring that was a cryptic-enough response. Bounty hunters worked in mysterious ways, after all.

"Honestly? This is a great bar." Crazy, sure. Crazy but fun. "i'm not surprised they're doing such good business on New Year's."

[icequeen_aran]

Very mysterious ways like Samus had to pee and was in the bathroom. She already had a few drinks in her, just enough to get a pleasant buzz started. Hardly the time to stop as she rejoined Falcon. Instead of sitting down however she hovered behind his back, between him and Gordon.

"Of course they would, especially when half the school comes here. It's been open... what... a good four or five years now?"

TOO MANY YEARS.

[trustycrowbar]

Ohey, hi Samus. Gordon leans back to see and nearly falls off his damn stool when he hears her voice. "Crazy, hah, yeah. Funny, I hadn't heard of it until just this week or so."

Maybe it's because, you know, HE DOESN'T GET OUT MUCH?

[raced_god]

"Woah, careful."

Good job, Gordon. Falcon scoots a little to make room for Samus on his stool, if she is so inclined. If not, there is probably one in the general vicinity she can pull one up.

"It's always a little overwhelming the first time. You holding up all right?"

[icequeen_aran]

She's fine to stand/half lean on Falcon for now. She wasn't so inebriated that she couldn't stand, as it seemed like Gordon was fast on his way to being.

Also to you know, catch Gordon and gently tip him back on his seat should that happen again.

[trustycrowbar]

"Yeah, shhhure, why wouldn't I be?" Gordon asks, showcasing his lack of cognizance to his own drunkenness. "Reminds me of that one club in Munich I went to. What I can remember of it, anyway..."

[raced_god]

And then, in a stunning display of bounty hunters communicate complicated sentences through raised eyebrows and facial expressions alone, Falcon fixes Samus with a look.

It is a look that says Gordon is totally drunk and we should probably take advantage of this moment.

"In Munich?"

[icequeen_aran]

There was a subtle quirk of an eyebrow in return with a curl of her lips to match.

What a great idea.

"Go on."

[trustycrowbar]

Hic!

"Got a little tired of how quiet Innsbruck was towards the end of my stay there. Left with some grad students t'see what was across the border. The answer? Really good beer and the most insane clubs I've ever seen. You may think this is all petty weird, but this is NOTHING compared to a German dance club back in the nineteen-eighties."

[raced_god]

Ah, yes, the German dance clubs of the nineteen-eighties. Not that Falcon really knows, but his being from the twenty-sixth century is kind of something he likes to keep on the down-low (mostly to avoid a lot of awkward questions). As it stood, however, he's fairly certain that German dance clubs in the nineteen-eightes can''t beat any given Mute City dive during Grand Prix season. His bars have aliens.

That does not, however, mean he isn't interested.

"How weird?"

I'm sorry this tag is not super substantial she is listening

[icequeen_aran]

The nineteen-eighties--that was so cute coming from someone who was also technically from Space Future.

Samus subtly ensured with a brief gesture to the bar tender that Gordon's drink was topped off nice and proper.