Spike's Pub: Sunday night (the real post)

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue stalks into the pub, dressed to kill. She gets a beer from the bar, puts "Sin Wagon" on the juke box, and waits for the others to show up.

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::walks in, having dressed up in her lowest neckline black t-shirt and her special bondage pants with more extra snaps and zippers than should comfortably fit on one piece of attire. She walks over to Rogue the instant she spots her, and smiles::

Self-medication should always be done with friends.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue smiles, holding up her beer. "I agree." She takes a long swig. "What'cha drinkin'?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I didn't even get anything yet... Though I should start slow, just cause otherwise I'm gonna be gone before the night is even half-way through. You got any suggestions?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*Shep walks into the bar, intent on having a few drinks and forgetting about his massive social blunder of the last few days. The last thing he expected to see was Cally with one of the girls who had invited him out. He screws on his best smile, despite having no idea what to say or do*

Hey Rogue.

Cally...

*turns to the bartended* Screwdriver. No ice. Thanks.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*suddenly has a thought*

*mutters*: So help me Beka if this is your idea of being 'helpful'...

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka strides in, dressed in a very short black leather skirt, royal blue silk shirt buttoned at and below her breasts, and otherwise open. She's also wearing tall black boots, sheer nylons, and has her hair platinum blonde with a black streak at her bangs in honor of Rogue.

She sees Shep right away. "Hey."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue nods to Shep, her second beer in her hand. "Glad to see you out." The song changes to "As Good as I Once Was" by Toby Keith. "I hope you like country, because I just put $5 in the jukebox." She grins as she takes a long swig of beer.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*Drinks half of his drink through the straw*

Some of it's okay. The twangy stuff sucks, but some of the more recent stuff is alright. Got "Whiskey for my Men" in there?

[fates_jaye]

Jaye walks in, surprised to see other students around. She doesn't recognize... any of them, and feels underdressed in jeans, but sidles up to the bar anyway. "Can I get a beer?" she asks.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue grins at the new girl. "Wanna shot?" she offers.

[fates_jaye]

*thinks* Liquor before beer, right? Gimme.

New comment thread!

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue takes a drink, and stares down at the passed out Shep.

Re: New comment thread!

[fates_jaye]

"How long's he been like that?" Jaye wonders.

Re: New comment thread!

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Not too long." She giggles. "I think we should write on 'im."

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::looks at passed out Shep::

Wow! I wasn't the first one!

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin walked into the bar and took in, with some amusement, the drunken antics of his classmates. He got a beer from the bar and wandered over.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye, on her second drink, smiles. "New boy!"

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky wanders into the bar, surveying the crowd. She gently runs her fingers over the gun she has tucked inside her jacket, just to make sure it's there.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"'s Rory! Rory! Have a beer!" Rogue giggles, nearly falling off the chair.

[deadly_little]

Miho follows Becky into the bar, scanning the crowd warily.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's pretty sure she's the soberest person here, except for the gray girls, even after three drinks. This is not acceptable. Even if soberest probably isn't a word.

"Tequila shot," she tells the bartender. "Keep 'em coming."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::sidles up, watching Anakin and Rogue's chugging contest::

I don't think I got your name.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin looks with some dismay at the passed-out bodies on the floor by him.

He turns to Beka. "Guess I won. Glad I camebackfromwalkin Jaye home." He concentrates on trying to lift them. Nothing happens.

"Huh. How're we gonnagetum back?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka looks up from her beer and shot glasses. "An! I thought you leftmehere with these drunkpassedout people."

She tries to focus on the people on the floor to count. "There's a lot of 'em. Lemme see if Ghost can help."

Her head hurts and Ghost has been acting weird, but she screws up her focus and says, "Ghostie. Ghost-ghost, need yer help."

A tinny metallic voice responds: Beka. You are DRUNK. And I'm busy. With Merlin. Don't call me again until you're civilized again.

She shrugs at Anakin. "Guess not. Nowwhat?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]