Drunk and Bored club, Saturday night on the beach

[what_the_shock]

It had been a while since the club had met, but Marc had reminded Miguel about it, so he'd handwavily sent out messages to anyone who might be interested, then gathered up a case of decent beer and camped out on the beach.

The Drunk and Bored club was in session!


[If there's the slightest chance you've ever met Miguel, you got an invitation. If not, feel free to drop by anyway!]

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[died8yearsago]

Sure, Rosa almost never actually talked to anyone at these things, but she could only have the utmost support for the reinstating of the Drunk and Bored Club even if her player will likely disappear.

And of course she'd be providing the shitty beer and some whiskey to make up for it.

[hasaknightjob]

Oh hey, a new to him person. Marc gave a silent toast with his can of beer as a way of greeting.

[died8yearsago]

Oh. Yay. A new to her person.

But he did score points for not actually speaking to her, so Rosa was willing to offer a lift of her chin in response.

[hasaknightjob]

No actual need for bullshit small talk? Best gathering ever, in Marc's opinion. He nodded back. It was nice being among his people.

[what_the_shock]

It'd been a whole...thirty seconds? Something like that, since Miguel had seen Rosa. Long enough for him to get the beer open.

He handed her a good one.

[died8yearsago]

Rosa could probably suffer through a good one if it was being offered to her.

And Tightpants could even get a "Thanks" out of her when she took it, too.

[what_the_shock]

That was how he knew it was love. He grinned back. "You sharing the whiskey?"

[died8yearsago]

Rosa shrugged. "Maybe with cool people."

And held out the bottle for him.

She thought about pulling it away when he reached for it, too, but D&B put her in a good mood, so she didn't.

This time.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel pulled his hand back. "Oo, I don't know. I'm told I'm a bit of a nerd."

[died8yearsago]

Both of Rosa's brows lifted.

"A bit?"

[what_the_shock]

Miguel shrugged. "I mean, I'm dating someone awesome, that's got to cut down on the nerd points, right?"

[died8yearsago]

"If there could be anyone awesome enough to cut down even your nerd points," she reasoned, considering this appeal with a thoughtful tilt of her head, "it would be the person you're dating, that's true..."

[what_the_shock]

"And I trust her judgement," Miguel said, grinning. "I mean, if she thinks I'm good enough to date."

[died8yearsago]

"...then that's pretty much proof that you shouldn't," Rosa finished that sentiment with a swig from her beer.

[what_the_shock]

"Are you saying my girlfriend has poor judgement?" Miguel gasped in horror. "I'm not sure I can stand for that."

[died8yearsago]

"What?" Rosa couldn't help a (maybe amused) scoff at that. "Are you going have to defend her honor now?"

[what_the_shock]

"Only if she doesn't feel like doing it herself," Miguel said with a grin. "Maybe I'll sic her on you."

[died8yearsago]

"Oh, I'd bet you'd love to see that."

...who wouldn't?

[what_the_shock]

"Well, yeah." Miguel grinned. "Any time."

[hasaknightjob]

Look, it wasn't that Steven was wrong that alcohol and what passed for conversation among fellow antisocial people was Marc's idea of paradise. It was that the afterlife had offered an option which was one better.

Anyway point being that Marc was there on the beach now with the requested six pack of beer. After he'd changed into his own clothes, of course. He wasn't going to wear Steven's stuff if he didn't have to.

"Hey," he said to Miguel. Which was a warm greeting, coming from him.

[what_the_shock]

"Hey." Miguel nodded back and offered up one of his own beers. "Welcome to Drunk and Bored. This is as fancy as it gets."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc accepted the offer of beer. He put his full six pack down on the sand for anyone who wanted to grab some. "Perfect by me. I hate fancy. How's it going?"

[what_the_shock]

Miguel shrugged. "Nothing attacking but mosquitos, no recent soap operas, so quiet or boring, take your pick. You?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc took a seat in the sand at a comfortable distance so he could talk to Miguel but also watch the water. "Okay with bored. Convinced Steven needs to get laid. That's about it."

Hey, Steven was asleep and Miguel had met Steven earlier. Far as Marc was concerned it was a segue.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel laughed. "Met anyone likely yet?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Not on the island," Marc admitted. "Why, got any recs?"

Hey, if you couldn't wingman for the guy you shared a body with, who could you really?

[what_the_shock]

Miguel shrugged. "What's he looking for? Any particular gender or preferences?"

[hasaknightjob]

Well that was a damn good question. Marc knew his own preferences but that wasn't the same thing. Except, of course, for the one they had in common currently living in Cairo. "Strong women for sure. Anything else up in the air. But I think that's as much lack of opportunity as anything else."

Or, knowing Steven, plenty of opportunity that he'd been fricking oblivious to.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel thought about it. There was Rosa, of course, and Kitty, and Annie, and Summer...and they all had one thing in common apart from being strong, so yeah. He didn't know Wanda that well, he wouldn't do that to Amaya or Steven (or Dwight), he was pretty sure Irene was gay...

He pointed at Marc. "There's a woman just moved here. Or back here. Lana. She's teaching a class in working with people you hate." She'd Force-whammied him, not that he'd noticed. "Pretty, persuasive, strong. Seems nice enough."

[hasaknightjob]

"People you hate?" Marc asked. He gestured around him with his beer to indicate their gathering. "Sounds like she'd fit in better here."

Not that that was a bad thing.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel shrugged. "Maybe she'll show up later. Or next week, or whatever. You could go back, listen to radio, see where she likes to hang out."

[hasaknightjob]

"Right." Marc took a thoughtful swig of his beer. "Anybody else? Doesn't have to be women. Least I don't know if it has to so may as well have all the options."

[what_the_shock]

"There's a couple guys I know, but they're all out of town right now," Miguel said. "There's the guy that runs the surf shop - big, tattooed, don't really know him that well - and the bard from radio who seems to like just about everyone. If he's into straight-out weird and doesn't mind a language barrier, there's Beaker. Oh, and the doctor. Well, both doctors, the clinic one and the psychiatrist one. And three firemen. They all seem cool, and free most of the time given how few fires we have."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc tried to figure out which radio person would count as a bard. "Radio guy - you don't mean the one with the puns, right?"

[what_the_shock]

"I don't think so. The flirty one on Saturdays," Miguel said.

[hasaknightjob]

"Got it," Marc said. "Was gonna say the pun one sounded young but on this island who knows if that means anything?"

Marc thought over the other recommendations. "Pretty sure shrink isn't going to be a preference for him anymore than it is me but I'll keep the others in mind."

For Marc that counted as saying "thank you."

[what_the_shock]

"Good luck." Miguel toasted him with his beer. "Don't worry; plenty of pretty people on this island."

[mother_love]

Billy had tried just about everything else he could to try and get a decent night's sleep, and had utterly failed. So why not take Miguel up on that in-passing invite to the drunk and bored cub get together. Best case, it would make it so he was relaxed enough to actually sleep that night. Worst case, he spent another night awake. So, with nothing to lose, he walked down the beach to join the group, two 6-packs of Sol beer in hand and a pack of smokes in his pocket.

[what_the_shock]

"Hey." Miguel greeted him with a nod and a beer, trying to remember if he'd met this guy before.

[mother_love]

Billy gave a slight nod as he sat down, claiming a patch of sand. "Hey. Miguel right? From the diner?"

[what_the_shock]

"That's me." He held out a can. "Beer?"

[mother_love]

"Thanks," Billy nodded and reached out for the can, offering one of the Sol beers he had brought with him in exchange. "Name's Billy" he offered, on the probable chance Miguel had no recollection of who he was."

[what_the_shock]

Good call, Billy.

Miguel snagged the can. "Thanks," he toasted in turn. "Welcome to Drunk and Bored club."