Devil's Nest, Saturday Night

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Tiny had given Eric a heads-up about what he might expect tonight and Allie had wisely called in "stuck in her world", so Eric was in the axe range taking the water feature apart with a jackhammer like the grown-ass vampire he was and Tiny was working the bar.

There was a very discrete IF YOU PUKE IN THE BAR, YOU CAN NO LONGER COME TO THE BAR sign next to him. Tiny remembered barhops.

The Devil's Nest was open! Surely jackhammer noises were a good idea!

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Get a Drink!

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From Tiny. Who's carding.

Re: Get a Drink!

[somethingwithturquoise]

How could someone manage to look like they were about to pass out, like they were about to hurl, like they wanted to dance, and like they were so stupidly smug over a single Cosmopolitan?

Don't ask Summer. She was way too far gone to manage pretty much anything right now, but she did know that this moment was just sooooo fucking iconic right now.

And she'd probably get two sips into that cocktail before very desperately trying to find a boyfriend or a bestie to help carry her home. Annie said she'd carry her! And Annie lived right next door now! They could carry each other home, that would totally wo--

----ughhhhhhh, what was...what was she talking about? Was she talking? Or was that her stomach? Her stomach, or an earthquake? Hard to tell! What time was it? Where was she? She should get a drink...

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[flourish_or_perish]

Faye was doing a marginally better job of holding her liquor -- it helped that she had been busy and enterprising for half the night -- but she was still pretty wobbly when she approached Summer.

"For you," she said grandly, setting down three cell phones (one was in a pink case!), a bottle of cotton candy-flavored vodka, and a small stack of twenties on the bar. "Happy birthday."

(It was about a ten percent cut of what she'd accomplished that night. Faye was feeling generous.)

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oooooh, dis issa good phone," Summer murmured, making an automatic, though not nearly as quick as she thought it was, reach for the one in the pink case; her hand only got halfway there, before she noticed the bottle. "Dis izsome good wodka. This..." She noticed the twenties, frowned down at them as if confused by what they even were before she finally managed to...sort of send her bleary eyes toward Faye. She squinted a lot; Faye was mostly just kind of a blur. A thin, booby blur...

"Whaz all this?" she managed to slur out, leaning on the bar and lowering her head to count some of those twenties.

Well, to think about counting them. She wasnt' going to get far.

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[flourish_or_perish]

"Spoils of war," Faye told her, reaching out to give Summer a vague sort of pat on her shoulder. "Tell Stark thanks next time you see 'im. He carried most've it."

Faye's outfit was not especially...pockety.

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww." Summer had, at this point, swept the twenties into her arms and pulled them close to her against the bar, as she looked up at Faye with quite possibly the most wistfully watery smile ever. "You guys are doing criiiimes together!"

That was soooo romantic, she could almost barf.

Wait, no, that had nothing to do with romance, that was all drinks, and no barfing, she wanted to come here again!

"Faaaaayyyeeeeeee!"

One hand went out, which was a very drunken attempt to return the shoulder pat that Faye had just given her a second ago, and the next part came out as a whisper, "That iz sooooo nice. I'm..." Her breath caught in a little hiccup; she very dedicatedly made sure to hold it from turning into a burp. "I'msoglad I didn't have to fuck with your ship."

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[flourish_or_perish]

Faye made a little face, because while she could parse some of that, it sure sounded encouraging. Encouraging in the way the squirrels were.

With their glitter.

But it was only a little face, because Faye was kind of too drunk to really care. (She'd sat in Stark's lap for awhile earlier, after all. Like, denial was really only going to her so far, here.)

"S'not anything. He just has pockets. Thanks for not fucking with my ship," she landed on, deciding it would be unproductive to explain that this would have led to some kind of ongoing war of ship fuckery or whatever (like she wouldn't retaliate?)

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[firstofitskind]

Liam was not here for a drink.

Liam was here to make sure those who’d spent the evening Portal-hopping from bar to bar were still, you know, functioning. And to call a rickshaw or three for anyone who needed it rather than have them try and navigate all the islands’ stairs drunk.

Not that bumping along in a rickshaw would be an especially pleasant experience, but at least people will make it to their front doors?

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[stykera]

Was Stark too drunk to remember that he couldn't look Liam in the eye right now? Yes.

That's why he was grinning and waving an enthusiastic hello.

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[firstofitskind]

“Stark,” Liam greeted, biting the inside of his cheek in an effort to school his expression into something that was not ‘laughing at my drunk friend’. “Having a good time?”

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[stykera]

"I," Stark said, still grinning. "Had a very good time. I'm having a good time. Very good. Yes."

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[firstofitskind]

"So... what was your favorite, of the places you visited?" Liam asked, all innocent curiosity. Surely they'd made some memorable stops, right?

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[intraspective]

Given how drunk some of them were, it would be hilarious to watch them get home in rickshaws up those stairs.

Luckily, she wouldn't be one of them. She was just here because this was her usual bar to hit up on the occasions she hit up a bar and, being real, it was mostly for the axes and eye candy.

"I'm guessin' you're the designated driver sort of thing for whatever party this lot has come from?" Iris hazarded, wandering over to him with her mimosa. She did not even care it wasn't usually an evening drink. She liked them. "Ain't gonnna leave no one to their misery?"

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[firstofitskind]

“Sort of,” Liam acknowledged, holding up his Sprite. Rey had kind of been the one taking care of people ‘on the road’ as it were, but yeah, now that everyone was back Liam wanted to make sure they got home safe. “Trooper Station doesn’t exactly have the room for a drunk tank,” he pointed out.

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[intraspective]

She grinned at him.

"Stick 'em in the duck pond in the park," she suggested impishly. "Nicer than some drunk tanks I've seen, though not fair to the ducks."

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[firstofitskind]

Liam gave a soft snort of amusement at that. “That would probably sober them up pretty quick.”

He was far too much of a soft touch to actually do that, but it did make for an entertaining mental image.

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[intraspective]

Iris gave Tiny an amused, but tolerant look when he carded her, since she was here fairly frequently to use the axe range.

She then got him to make her a mimosa for her to sip on while she checked out the place.

Jackhammery tonight, huh?

Throw Axes!

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This many bars into the night: probably a deeply terrible idea! If you maim yourself or others, Eric will score you like an East German ice skating judge.

Because he now has score cards.

Hang out in the Lounge

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Where Eric is, once he gets tired of beating on the water feature.

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[intraspective]

"Eric," Iris said, leaning in the doorway to the lounge. "Can we throw axes at the remnants of the water feature?"

Iris was not drunk, for the record. She just wanted to throw axes at things and have a drink or two.

And maybe admire Eric a bit because, married or not, she had eyes and he was easy on them.

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[texted3times]

"Of course you may," Eric said. "Watch out for the drunk people. They are getting wander-y."

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[intraspective]

"And drunk people are stupid people," she agreed cheerfully. "And while it might be fun to let them live with the consequences of being wander-y cleanin' is the worst."

She would not actually let any of the drunken folks get hit with an axe. She wasn't as fast as Reno but she was more than fast enough to stop that.

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[texted3times]

"I think they have minders but I'll send some that way when they go home," Eric said, grinning.

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[intraspective]

"The Sheriff's one of the babysitters," she said, with a faintly tragic sort of sigh. "A cryin' shame, we'll just have to live without that kind of violence tonight."

OOC

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La.