And The Booze Shall Flow

[smokesforme]

Who: Luine and anyone feeling like booze. Who knows.
When: Friday Night of course. Time of half price mixed drinks.
Where: Osiscia
What: Half priced mixed drinks, a lack of a bouncer, and a side of government subversion. How could it be a more perfect night?
Warnings: Dude, the booze is half off. That is the warning.

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[zelljay]

Whoooa is this it? This is the place, right? Zell bounced in front of the door for a second, looking around-- hey, was Nida here yet? how 'bout Almasy? Uhh maybe they're already inside, yeah! Was he even supposed to be here isn't it a bar maybe he won't be allowed in that would SUCK--

He shouldered the door open, stopped for a moment. Hey, he was in a bar, right? Gotta look cool and calm'n stuff like he's s'posed to be here or he'd get kicked out, but like, Almasy said he just had to tell the owner, right? Uhh well Almasy wasn't HERE YET 'cause HES AN ASS and he's probably gonna be late and then come and be an ASS again--

BUT WHATEVER

"Uhh uhh HEY! UhhwhatdoIdonow"

[pilot_of_night]

Nida hears him from across the room, having already arrived and making use of his forgettable nature. No one cards what they cannot remember, right? But still, Zell is going to make a fool out of himself and ruin things even more so...

"Shut up," he orders, or hopes he's got some kind of tone that sounds authoritative, after he reaches Zell's side. "You'll get kicked out."

[one_of_light]

He walks in after the bouncy blond kid, looks around, tugs his brother in after him by the arm. So they're letting little kids into the place, now? Seems like the usual bouncer guy isn't around... whatever, not his problem. He's not about to go report to the cops or anything.

7:30... still pretty early. Not too many people in the place besides the two little kids and the twins, but what the hell, right? Just more time and space to relax. And maybe mentally prep for all the whining Marc's bound to do about all the loud music that hasn't turned on yet.

"Hey!" he calls, sliding into one of the chairs at the bar. "That half-off deal start yet, or that only begin at 12? We might have a few more coming..." and toward Marc: "So what's the word on them, they coming or not?"

[one_of_dark]

Marc takes a seat next to his brother, giving a small sigh at the mention of his coworkers, they've been not much more than a huge headache recently. "I'm not sure. I mentioned it, and then they started fighting again, so all rational conversation went down the drain. Sounded like they liked the idea, though." Though of course, he's secretly hoping they don't come, because if they do, then there's probably going to be a fight, and then trouble, and he'll have to explain to the boss tomorrow about why Simmons and Jones are covered in bruises yet again and--

He massages his temples with one hand, glancing around the bar. He doesn't really like the two kids who're hanging around, but he's too tired to hassle them, so he instead looks over at the counter where there's a variety of bottles waiting. "S'been a while since I've been out drinking."

[zelljay]

"Well DUH, I'm underage. It's not like I'd drink anyway, it's totally not EXTREME'n Ryan'll wanna try it and I dunno I don't wanna see 'im drunk but I bet it'll be funny bet I'd make a pretty awesome drunk too, haha, we should totally got some drinks! Uh. Imean. Yeah. WHO NEEDS TO DRINK."

Zell bounced for a few more seconds. Probably collecting his thoughts, but most likely just trying to remember what they were here for anyway. It was just hanging out, right?

So where the hell was Almasy what the hell he told them to meet here what an ASS for not SHOWING UP well WHATEVER screw him he was probably off getting himself killed or somethin'-- Zell wandered over to a table and slumped into a chair. "Nida. Niiiida. Whaddaya we do now."