Pure Inebriation

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Walks in, looking tired and sporting faint bruises.*

Martini--don't hold back on the vodka. And keep 'em coming.

*Mmmmm...martinis*

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[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::having apparently escaped the wrath of Rover (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/6790.html), Bob saunters in, without his usual gay partner heterolife mate immorrisday around::

::walks over next to Ms. Sidle, waves to whoevers tending bar, shows two fingers, points at Ms. Sidle, and looks over at her::

Rough day?

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Days involving explosions qualify as such, I think.

*turns to look at him*

Don't believe we've met.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

I'm Bob.

::looks sympathetic::

Explosions?

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

One of the other teachers and I used to be criminalists, before we came to teach at fandomhigh. Investigating the disappearance of a student. A beer still exploded--without damage but still scared the hell out of us.

*The thought makes her head hurt.*

Where're you from?

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jersey. ::suddenly a little awkward::

Moved here, to... ::slight pause, but picks right back up:: look after my little sister.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

I'm Sara, by the way.

*notes the hesitation--doesn't call him on it*

How old is she?

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Seventeen. Though she'll always be my baby sister ::smiles, hoping she's not seeing through the web of lies cause she will so kill me if she finds out about the drugs::

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Can smell marijuana on him but figures that he's an adult. But yes, she would kill him if she knew his sister were around drugs.*

Wish my brother had cared when I was that age. *Shrugs slightly* Not so much an issue anymore.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. Had to get along just under my own power myself.

::nods::

Don't want her going through what I did, you know?

[immorrisday.livejournal.com]

Hey Lunchbox, whos this fine ass lady?

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::tries to shoo Jay away, desperately::

[immorrisday.livejournal.com]

Fine, fine. I can take a hint.

*goes to sit alone, pouting*

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Excuse me?

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Ignore him, he's just... a friend of a friend. He belongs to the guy at the Kwik Stop.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Yeah. *drinks* Don't think I'll ever have kids myself but if I did, they would have a happy childhood.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::hoping she wasn't disturbed by Jay's sudden intrusion::

I'm sure you'd make a wonderful mother. ::waves desperately for the drinks he ordered::

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Who the hell was that? *desperately needs those drinks*

[immorrisday.livejournal.com]

*pouts; hasn't gotten laid in awhile*

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*hasn't a chance in hell of getting laid with her*

*he could always try the brothel*

[immorrisday.livejournal.com]

*tried that already, had no luck, feels unloved, sings death songs*

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova walks into the bar, notebook tucked under her arm. Following the explosion, the house smelt a bit too much like dioxin-on-the-make, and sadly, the pub was the only place she could think of to actually get some work done. She waves at the bartender. "Vodka. Straight. No ice. I don't think I'll ever be able to stomach MacGyver's homebrew again."

She begins doodling (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/rostand/indianabob.jpg) as she sips her drink.

[[OOC: I had been wondering why fake ids were a necessity for Fandom High students; then I realised that Fandom High is located in the US, where the legal drinking age is the ungodly high 21, as opposed to my own, more friendly 19/18. In which case some people are legal while in high school. ]]

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pure Inebriation is run by a proprietor who doesn't care your age as long as you have money. *snickers*]

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: It was just a general observation. *grin*]]

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

(ooc I had Paige order fake ID as soon as she enroled!)

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH takes a seat at the bar next to Ms. Slidel. While she cannot see him, he makes his presence known, hoping she understands that the mortal dread isn't personal.*