-After a long day's worth of doing absolutely nothing, Valerie Bryson
◊ decides the best way to blow off some steam is to stop by the local bar-
-As she enters, she spots Takanuva talking with somebody else and makes her way over-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Valerie: Thanks for looking out for me.
I can handle myself, though. Drink in moderation. I vaguely remember the last time I got shitfaced.
Wasn't fun. And neither was the morning after.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Forty (@Valerie and Takanuva): Don't worry about me, I can hold my drink. (To server;) Hey, two more glasses of Skoa. Hell, why not a round for everyone? I can't drink like this on duty and I've got money to spare. Hey, Taka - can I call you that? - anything here you can drink, in a manner of speaking? At all?
edited 8th Apr '17 11:13:27 AM by Kepler-7
Forty (@Takanuva): Well, perfect. Server, get this man a water!
(A server does as told. He seems vaguely amused at the officer.)
Forty: Y'know, these people remind me of a species called the Mon Calamari. It's the fishy look, I think. I don't suppose I'm a friend to you? I mean, we've talked for a whole few minutes.
edited 8th Apr '17 11:43:53 AM by Kepler-7
-Six finds a Hilchar and maybe a Fokchar that isn't Quartz-
Valerie: -snorts-
Wouldn't go that far. But getting me a drink certainly ain't a bad thing.
-sips at her alcohol-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."—Takanuva just looks at the glass for a moment, before dipping two fingers into the liquid. A small aura glows from the glass as it seems like his body isn't simply drinking the water, but rather like its taking the pivotal pieces of the liquid. It's rather an amazing sight, as his hand glows while the liquid disappears. Once it's gone, Takanuva breaths a sigh of relief, though he seems a little troubled after the act—
@Himself: Hm, it feels a little...lacking something.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.(Forty takes a long draught of his Skoa. Doesn't seem tipsy yet, but he shows no signs of stopping.)
Forty (@Valerie): Well, I find that buying someone a drink is a surefire way to make friends. And I need new friends. I swear, the same three people everyday... I love my job, but it lacks variety.
(He turns slightly towards Takanuva.)
Forty (@Takanuva): Your drink not satisfactory, friend? I can always get you another one.
-*Coming into the bar the people are at, a certain star-man
notices Forty, Valerie, and Takanuva.*
Roy: "Howdy folks, anything special today?"
edited 8th Apr '17 2:43:07 PM by MrKirb
—Takanuva shakes his head, a bit disappointed—
@Forty: Nah, it's not that. It's just...I guess I'm not used to water that lacks protodermis in its makeup, is all.
—He doesn't recognize Roy in the outfit—
@Roy: Um, who are you supposed to be?
edited 8th Apr '17 2:48:48 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.

@Forty: Oh, you know, the usual, looking for work, traveling with friends, and saving the planet from global war, the usual. If you'd like I could introduce you to my friends.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.