In Need of a Drink

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

*Having found film, batteries and a decent meal, D'anna takes a seat at the bar of Spike's Pub*

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*Sam joins her, a little the worse for wear after the last couple of nights, but well aware that she needs to get out and make friends with people not from the Colorado gang*

Hey, saw your invite. Mind if I join you?

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

Not at all.

*smiles and offers a hand*

Name's D'anna. What'll ya have?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam Carter.

*shakes hand and sits down*

Corona with lemon. I think I've done enough heavy drinking in the last two nights.

So, how are you coping with all this?

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

*nods to the bartender and puts in their order*

With school?

It's... weird. I'm not found of the dorms but my roommate's a pretty quite bloke, but tonight's the first decent meal I've had since we've got there. I don't know about you, but I'm not used to food that causes one to break out into song, traps you in the halls or makes your hair fall out.

How about you?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*thinks of the jello incident the other day*

The cafeteria is a little...worrying. There's a group of us looking to get our own kitchens installed. At least then we'll know what we're eating.

Then again, we'll probably burn down the school.

I'm, ah, well, I'm coping.

*thinks about all the stuff that she isn't coping with*

Yeah. Coping.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

That is an excellent idea.

Once I thought there wasn't anything worse than Sagittaron peat-bugs. Now I know better.

*raises an eyebrow and thinks, Coping? Right.*

Yeah, I can see that.

*takes a drink of her double Ambrosia Sour*

So, you know anything about that fellow yowling out on the lawn last night?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Drunken dare.

What can I say? I think we have a videocamera of it if you want to subject your ears to that torture again.

I think I'm going to have a quiet week.

Well, that's the theory anyway.

Sagittaron peat-bugs? *grimaces* Sounds inedible.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*walks in, out of sorts, confused, angry, but mostly, confused*

Carter. Buy you a drink? I never did see you after the job last night.

*sees D'anna*

D'anna? Buy you one as well, if you want.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

It's okay, Parker. Have a seat. You can get the next round.

I had a party afterwards. You probably heard it for most of the night.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Oh, is that what the singing was. Who was that, O'Neill or Kawalsky?

Here's your drink.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Amazing how you hit it right on the nail. It was Charlie. Someone dared him to it.

Cheers.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*chortling just a little*

Tell him he has a *lovely* baritone. But he's shaky on the high notes.

So where are your compadres in crime? The "it's classified" crowd?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Have no idea. Considering what half of them were doing last night, I don't think I want to know.

I think I preferred being grown up. Even if I had to save the world on a regular basis.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

Parker. *nods in greeting*

You can get the next round it ya want.

*looks Parker up and down but says nothing about her appearance*

What'll ya have?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*signals to the bartender* Two more for them. And a whiskey sour for me.

God. *rubs head* Thanks for helping out last night.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

*grins* My pleasure.

So how's the night going?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Just had to sit through the sturm und drang of Valentine explaining Manchurian Candidate to her whatever-he-is.

Am I the only one who knew those two would want explanations later? I thought Sun and Valentine knew what they were getting into.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

... and how did that go? *swirls drink in glass for a moment*

There are ways around explanations, if you play your cards right. *takes a drink*

[chief-tyrol.livejournal.com]

*wanders into the bar, looking for familiar faces*

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

*is on her way out and see a face she's seen a lot this week. Mostly when it was a sleep. Grins and bumps gently with her arm.*

Hey roomie! How's it goin?

[chief-tyrol.livejournal.com]

Oh, hey D'anna. Just thought I'd stop by, order a drink or two.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

*Considers that she's only paid for one round tonight so there's plenty in her pocket, then signals the barkeep who comes over*

First one's on me. What'll ya have?

[chief-tyrol.livejournal.com]

If this one's on you, the next is on me.

I guess I'll have a shot of vodka.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

Deal.

*turns to barkeep*

Two shots of vodka, please?

So where have you been hiding all day, Galen?

[chief-tyrol.livejournal.com]

Nowhere in particular. Just wandering around the town.

*drinks the shot of vodka*

Alright, next one's on me. What are you having?