Script log with Aila
Who: Aila and Elaine
What: A meeting between two 'friends'
Where: Elaine's turf...aka the bar.
Elaine: ::sitting at the bar, playing with the rim of her glass, scoping out the room:: Ew…ew…what the hell is that thing on it’s head…ew..no…
Aila: ::is done with a shift at the infirmary and is about to settle herself down at the bar with her usual coconut-flavored soda when she spies blonde and a cackly sort of voice at the bar...at this point, she hopes to turn around and get away unseen...::
Elaine: ::Aila is not so lucky, as she stares and smiles at her before passing judgment:: Very much no.
Aila: ::realizes that it's too late to turn back now and is determined to not let Elaine get to her tonight...sidles up to the bar and waves to the barkeep and politely orders her coconut-flavored soda...:: ...Elaine.
Elaine: ::takes a sip of her drink instead of returning the greating:: Still drinking that little kid stuff?
Aila: [No], there's some coconut-flavored stuff in it. ::figures that the best way to deal with Elaine is as tersely polite as possible::
Elaine: So you’re layering it down with more…fruit? Ha, you are still such a child ::just tipsy enough to be touchy feely; reaches over to pinch her cheek::
Aila: Ewww! ::brushes her hand aside and frowns:: I'm not your boy toy of the week, I'm not 8 years old, and most of all, I'm not Gau. You can quit pinching my cheeks. ::turns to look at Elaine:: I take it you ran out of trouble to get into?
Elaine: Trust me I know you’re not. You might have been Queen’s last resort, but you are NOT mine. ::leans back in her chair with a haughty smirk:: Your version of ‘trouble’ and mine are very different.
Aila: ::without missing a beat:: And trust me, I'm thankful of that every single day. Don't you ever get tired of sitting in bars to kill time?
Elaine: Not going to deny it? Interesting….::laugh:: No. Bars are the best place to find fun…unless you’re a little kid who still drinks soda.
Aila: ::begins rolling her eyes, and trust me, a head roll isn't far behind this:: First of all, nothing to deny if there's nothing going on. I mean, I know I was your 'slave' at one point but it's not my job to live [your] fantasies. And even if I'm still a kid to [you]...I'm still the kid who won't be sitting in bars in her 40's looking for some guy to make me happy for 4 minutes or less. You're just [sad] and you pick on me and Queen because we happen to be [less] sad than you. ::downs the rest of her rum and coke to prove her point, and quickly orders another, feeling brave::
Elaine: ::is actually taken aback:: Well well…kitten grew claws…that’s so cute. ::’cute’ spat out like the worst insult:: I forgot how much you worship that horrible tomboy. It’s such a shame….::plays with Aila’s hair:: I mean, you didn’t have that much potential to begin with.
Aila: ::chuckles as her drink is placed in front of her:: So you're not you're denying that you're in your forties? ::smirk!::
Elaine: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!
Aila: ::the volume alone of Elaine's voice nearly knocks her drink over:: But Elaine, there's lots of fabulous women around here in their forties! ::a little loud because...well, a drink and a half in and she's buzzed:: It's nothing to be ashamed of!
Elaine: I AM NOT…::realizes how loud they’re discussing this and grabs her chin roughly and hisses at her instead:: I am not in my forties you little brat! If you tell that lie to anyone I swear I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand me.
Aila: ::jerks away, a slight lopsided smile on her face:: You wouldn't be mad if it wasn't true. On top of that, you can't do any worse to me than you did when I was travelling with you guys! It just stinks to get some of the same back, doesn't it?
Elaine: It is not worse you little demon. If you think that was bad you haven’t seen anything! How’d you like the whole castle to know how you got into the 12th…you know, what you had to do with the boys? Doesn’t matter if it’s true or not, I can get them to believe it, or worse. ::drains her drink and orders two tankards from the barman:: Don’t play with the big girls kid, you’ll get hurt.
Aila: ::grins:: You look like you're almost in your thirties when you threaten me so...do it again!
Elaine: You want to keep playing with the big girls? ::the barman comes back with her two tankards, one of which she slams in front of Aila:: If you want to play the big girls’ game, you have to drink the big girls’ drink.
Aila: Fine! ::looks at the tankard of ale and cringes because while she likes rum and coke, she hates beer but there's no way she's backing down from this...and she hopes that she remembered the way Ace used to do this...::
Elaine: ::watching Aila expectantly, and picks up her own with an obvious challenge::
Aila: ::starts chugging, slowly, eyes closed, leaning her head back exaggeratedly and letting some spill down the sides of her face...wondering how in the blazes did Ace pull this off...?::
Elaine: ::gives Aila a moments head start and then chugs like a pro who’s been doing this for -LESS THAN FORTY YEARS- and slams the tankard upside-down when she’s done::
Aila: ::finally has to take a breath and after another few moments, puts the tankard down half-full and finds herself gasping for breath::
Elaine: ::loud drunken laughter:: Made a mess and couldn’t finish…that’s two strikes against you! Hahahahaha~
Aila: ::feels her head starting to spin because wow, she chugged a lot of alcohol in a little time on an empty stomach:: We all can't be...professional drunks...Elaine...
Elaine: You’d think that after all that time you spent with mercenary’s you’d have picked something up~ Always told Duke you were a slow learner when you were assigned to us.
Aila: ::is starting to weave on the barstool:: If I did...I didn't pick up half as much as you did...*hic*...can you even remember their...names...::slowly puts her head down on the bar...::
Elaine: ::amused by the drunken ‘child’:: Yeah, that’s the problem, weren’t you listening? ::pats her on the head condescendingly:: Do you know your name right now?
Aila: ::groans::
Elaine: ::laughs even harder:: Oh come on, you barely had half. Buck up, you can’t finish with your head on the table…trust me, I’ve watch drunker men then you try.
Aila: ::head absolutely spinning, tries to look up at Elaine...:: Pfeh. ::fails and puts her head back down::
Elaine: ::slowly winds down from laughing:: …Kid…::shoves Aila’s shoulder:: Ki~d.
Aila: ::passed out, still breathing, just needs to sleep it off::
Elaine: ::sighs:: Lightweight.
What: A meeting between two 'friends'
Where: Elaine's turf...aka the bar.
Elaine: ::sitting at the bar, playing with the rim of her glass, scoping out the room:: Ew…ew…what the hell is that thing on it’s head…ew..no…
Aila: ::is done with a shift at the infirmary and is about to settle herself down at the bar with her usual coconut-flavored soda when she spies blonde and a cackly sort of voice at the bar...at this point, she hopes to turn around and get away unseen...::
Elaine: ::Aila is not so lucky, as she stares and smiles at her before passing judgment:: Very much no.
Aila: ::realizes that it's too late to turn back now and is determined to not let Elaine get to her tonight...sidles up to the bar and waves to the barkeep and politely orders her coconut-flavored soda...:: ...Elaine.
Elaine: ::takes a sip of her drink instead of returning the greating:: Still drinking that little kid stuff?
Aila: [No], there's some coconut-flavored stuff in it. ::figures that the best way to deal with Elaine is as tersely polite as possible::
Elaine: So you’re layering it down with more…fruit? Ha, you are still such a child ::just tipsy enough to be touchy feely; reaches over to pinch her cheek::
Aila: Ewww! ::brushes her hand aside and frowns:: I'm not your boy toy of the week, I'm not 8 years old, and most of all, I'm not Gau. You can quit pinching my cheeks. ::turns to look at Elaine:: I take it you ran out of trouble to get into?
Elaine: Trust me I know you’re not. You might have been Queen’s last resort, but you are NOT mine. ::leans back in her chair with a haughty smirk:: Your version of ‘trouble’ and mine are very different.
Aila: ::without missing a beat:: And trust me, I'm thankful of that every single day. Don't you ever get tired of sitting in bars to kill time?
Elaine: Not going to deny it? Interesting….::laugh:: No. Bars are the best place to find fun…unless you’re a little kid who still drinks soda.
Aila: ::begins rolling her eyes, and trust me, a head roll isn't far behind this:: First of all, nothing to deny if there's nothing going on. I mean, I know I was your 'slave' at one point but it's not my job to live [your] fantasies. And even if I'm still a kid to [you]...I'm still the kid who won't be sitting in bars in her 40's looking for some guy to make me happy for 4 minutes or less. You're just [sad] and you pick on me and Queen because we happen to be [less] sad than you. ::downs the rest of her rum and coke to prove her point, and quickly orders another, feeling brave::
Elaine: ::is actually taken aback:: Well well…kitten grew claws…that’s so cute. ::’cute’ spat out like the worst insult:: I forgot how much you worship that horrible tomboy. It’s such a shame….::plays with Aila’s hair:: I mean, you didn’t have that much potential to begin with.
Aila: ::chuckles as her drink is placed in front of her:: So you're not you're denying that you're in your forties? ::smirk!::
Elaine: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!
Aila: ::the volume alone of Elaine's voice nearly knocks her drink over:: But Elaine, there's lots of fabulous women around here in their forties! ::a little loud because...well, a drink and a half in and she's buzzed:: It's nothing to be ashamed of!
Elaine: I AM NOT…::realizes how loud they’re discussing this and grabs her chin roughly and hisses at her instead:: I am not in my forties you little brat! If you tell that lie to anyone I swear I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand me.
Aila: ::jerks away, a slight lopsided smile on her face:: You wouldn't be mad if it wasn't true. On top of that, you can't do any worse to me than you did when I was travelling with you guys! It just stinks to get some of the same back, doesn't it?
Elaine: It is not worse you little demon. If you think that was bad you haven’t seen anything! How’d you like the whole castle to know how you got into the 12th…you know, what you had to do with the boys? Doesn’t matter if it’s true or not, I can get them to believe it, or worse. ::drains her drink and orders two tankards from the barman:: Don’t play with the big girls kid, you’ll get hurt.
Aila: ::grins:: You look like you're almost in your thirties when you threaten me so...do it again!
Elaine: You want to keep playing with the big girls? ::the barman comes back with her two tankards, one of which she slams in front of Aila:: If you want to play the big girls’ game, you have to drink the big girls’ drink.
Aila: Fine! ::looks at the tankard of ale and cringes because while she likes rum and coke, she hates beer but there's no way she's backing down from this...and she hopes that she remembered the way Ace used to do this...::
Elaine: ::watching Aila expectantly, and picks up her own with an obvious challenge::
Aila: ::starts chugging, slowly, eyes closed, leaning her head back exaggeratedly and letting some spill down the sides of her face...wondering how in the blazes did Ace pull this off...?::
Elaine: ::gives Aila a moments head start and then chugs like a pro who’s been doing this for -LESS THAN FORTY YEARS- and slams the tankard upside-down when she’s done::
Aila: ::finally has to take a breath and after another few moments, puts the tankard down half-full and finds herself gasping for breath::
Elaine: ::loud drunken laughter:: Made a mess and couldn’t finish…that’s two strikes against you! Hahahahaha~
Aila: ::feels her head starting to spin because wow, she chugged a lot of alcohol in a little time on an empty stomach:: We all can't be...professional drunks...Elaine...
Elaine: You’d think that after all that time you spent with mercenary’s you’d have picked something up~ Always told Duke you were a slow learner when you were assigned to us.
Aila: ::is starting to weave on the barstool:: If I did...I didn't pick up half as much as you did...*hic*...can you even remember their...names...::slowly puts her head down on the bar...::
Elaine: ::amused by the drunken ‘child’:: Yeah, that’s the problem, weren’t you listening? ::pats her on the head condescendingly:: Do you know your name right now?
Aila: ::groans::
Elaine: ::laughs even harder:: Oh come on, you barely had half. Buck up, you can’t finish with your head on the table…trust me, I’ve watch drunker men then you try.
Aila: ::head absolutely spinning, tries to look up at Elaine...:: Pfeh. ::fails and puts her head back down::
Elaine: ::slowly winds down from laughing:: …Kid…::shoves Aila’s shoulder:: Ki~d.
Aila: ::passed out, still breathing, just needs to sleep it off::
Elaine: ::sighs:: Lightweight.