[OPEN] One More Drink then I Swear that I am Going Home...

[codename_fire]

Who: Noin and YOU!
What: Noin's drinking. :|
When: Nighttime! Of course whenever? IDK.
Where: Any of ye local bars.
Warnings: BOOZE INDUCED THINGS. Dunno yet, there may be hints of angst?

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[yellow_snakeyes]

Crowley still spends a lot of his evenings getting pissed out of his mind, though in the past month or so he's been cutting back a bit. He's always liked watching people, and while bars are usually an excellent place in which to do that, maintaining some level of sobriety is also a key factor in enjoying that particular activity.

Naturally, most of the people in any bar on this space station are bizarre aliens, so, just as naturally, he always notices when there's a human about. The one sitting one stool over is young, female, and giggling (he assumes) at the song being sung by the alien singer. He hasn't been paying much attention to the background noise, so now seems like as good a time as any to adjust his sunglasses, turn towards her, and ask, "What's funny?"

[codename_fire]

Her fingers in the process of picking at the shimmering, silvered coins, Noin slowly turns an eye towards him, inspecting, curious, but certainly not unfriendly.

Her lips purse lightly and she gestures with her head towards the singer, unaware that perhaps he had made the possible connection to it already. Her finger points at her ear. "The translation process involved with the language that the entertainment is using makes...for a rather bizarre experience. Enjoyable, but bizarre - like being in a canyon full of several people all talking at once." The woman's smirk says she finds it beautiful anyway.

[yellow_snakeyes]

He'd been correct, then, in his guess. Not that it matters one way or the other, really, but it's always gratifying on some level to be proven correct in such situations.

"Heh. Especially after a few drinks, yeah? Makes sense to me." Her metaphor is rather apt, and he quite likes it. He tips his glass to and fro, clinking the ice and agitating the drink within before raising it to his lips for a quick mouthful. "D'you come here often?" It sounds like a pick-up line, but it's not meant as one. He's merely asking out of interest, and in the interest of starting a conversation. Whether or not she picks up on that...well, it'll be interesting to see.

[codename_fire]

Oh? Another one? How long had it been since she had heard that line, let alone that anyone had had the balls to say it to her face? Noin has almost missed the kind of atmosphere that perhaps others would've found too rowdy - rough but noble. An interesting contrast, really.

A soft hum of noise, her lips parting into a charmed, pleased smile. "Actually, no; though I wish I did." That also could sound like a pick-up line but... heh. Many things could sound like a come on if you had enough. "Figured now would be as good of a time as any, don't want to give off the impression I work too hard..."

Her head tilts towards him, smiling warmly still. "Yourself?" A gesture to the seat next to her, friendly.

[yellow_snakeyes]

"That would be a terrible impression to give," he agrees, meeting her smile with one of his own. Her overall response is both friendly and encouraging, which is refreshing. He's rarely outright blown off (as charming as he can make himself, most people find it difficult), but he can usually tell when his advances are unwanted, and she seems genuinely interested in talking to him. He accepts her invitation and slides gracefully over to the stool next to her, drink in tow.

"Often enough, when I'm in the mood for ale or gin. They've almost got it right here."

[codename_fire]

Oh how right he was. She smirks a little faintly, the emotion in her eyes dancing in delight. "A wonderfully terrible impression; quite possibly true in my case." She could've sighed a little faintly dramatically, but there was no point. Her smile was teasing enough.

As he sits, Noin sizes him up a little - unusual, in a sense, to see someone with sunglasses at a time like this, though it was apparent time didn't influence the sun much around this area - good-looking and incredibly well groomed and styled. She couldn't quite put her finger on where the clothing looked like it was from but... at the very least it was very elegant. Fitting, really.

A rumble of noise, pleased. "This place is rather good regardless of the mild differences - but nothing ever came easy." And probably never would, if it did, Noin was certain she was missing something. Always out to learn and have an experience.

[yellow_snakeyes]

"True? How terrible." His return smile is equally teasing. "You should do something about that before people get the wrong idea."

He can feel her eyes on him, sizing him up, and he resists the urge to preen; his expensive, custom-tailored Italian clothing can speak for itself, so that is what he lets it do as he takes another drink from his glass and pretends not to notice her examination. He'd already performed a similar one on her, before he'd begun to speak with her.

"Of course not. If it did, life would be extremely dull." And he did so hate for things to be dull. Even this place had its dull moments, surprisingly. Or perhaps unsurprisingly. No novelty lasted forever, and the novelty of living on a giant space station surrounded by aliens was no exception.

[codename_fire]

A slight teasing scoff escapes her, eyes closing with a subtle roll of her shoulders. "If they are determined to get the wrong idea, then there is nothing I can do but my best to dissuade them -" She holds up her drink, eyeing it a little. "Think it's working yet?"

Her eyes have slipped from examining her frame, translating what she has seen to thoughts and projections, not trying to outright claim his character is one set of stereotypes or another, but that there are possibilities. One must always have an open mind, and the alcohol definitely helped with that.

A nod of her head, blackened hair slipping to shade her face before a hand automatically comes up to correct the invasion. "Then all is assured to go well - though I do wonder if, even here on Thor, the improbability will simply become routine..."

She wondered idly to herself if that meant that she was too old and set in her ways. Ah. Only twenty and so cheekily boring.

[yellow_snakeyes]

"Hmm, I don't know. Perhaps you'd better finish that and have another, just to be on the safe side." And suiting actions to words, he finishes the drink in front of him and signals the bartender for another, which is swiftly provided.

"You've not been here very long, then, if it hasn't become routine already. Another couple of months ought to clear that up."

[codename_fire]

A sigh is heaved and she laughs a bit, hand gesturing at the bartender as well before the gentleman leaves. "That sounds like the best advice I've heard in a while - one more, please - thank you." She taps the shimmering glass, humming with the soft sound it emits before the old is replaced with a new frosty gleam.

"Perhaps - but I think if I come to expected that which is unexpected I will be surprised anyway." A pause, taking a moment to cool her tongue, hissing a bit as it blossoms heat in her mouth. "How fast things change around this place - it would feel wrong to say I expect everything even unexpected things because there is no way for me to fully comprehend it all - lessons here are fast and hard."