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Log: Ongoing

When; 3/24, Evening
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Zaphod Beeblebrox

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Summary; A President and a ~~Chav~~ Blond Beauty hit the City for a night out
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It was never hard to spot Zaphod Beeblebrox. He was the antithesis of subtlety and nuance. Two heads, three arms, and a dress sense that offended most eyes (but always made him the center of attention), you'd notice him any any crowd.

This particular night, Zaphod was demonstrating his rather fancy dance skills. The President of the Galaxy knew how to boogie. People had to be careful, or they might just get served.

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Rose sat at the end of the bar, her attire consisting of black slacks, a black leather jacket with a white tank top underneath, and her trademark silver hoop earnings. She kept an eye out for a certain President of the Galaxy among the people that kept passing by. Curiosity and the need for a drink had led her here. After three straight days of bizarre curses, it was just what she needed. That and another trip to the Hot Springs, but that would come in due time.

From what the President had said over the network, it wasn’t going to be like finding a needle in a hay stack. Fairly simple. Unless there were a lot of people getting pulled in lately with two heads. Soon enough she spotted him, somewhat amused. With a hand in the air, the blonde waved and raised her voice trying to get his attention. "Zaphod! Hey!"

"You must be Rose Tyler. Hi," he said, drawing out that 'hi' with a lilting charm. He waved with all three hands. "Dig the earrings. Good look for you."

"And you must be the infamous President of the Galaxy." She responded with a smile, unable to stop staring at all three hands then back at his two heads. She had encountered all sorts of strange aliens and other things before, but he had to be one of the strangest yet.

"Um, thanks." Her hand went back down but not before tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ears. "Nice attire." She wanted to laugh but refrained from doing so. "I can see why the ladies would swoon over you." She glanced behind his shoulder to see two women just staring in his direction each with a hand over their mouths. "Quite fashionable in your universe, yeah?"

"Oh, I've won a few awards," Zaphod said, before sidling up next to Rose to sling an arm around her shoulder like they were old friends. He didn't mention that said awards were consecutive titles of 'worst dressed sentient being in the universe'.

"Now you've never tried my specialty, right? Let's see if we can't get a bartender in this joint to whip you up something really special."

"I bet you have!" And then there was a laugh but that soon stopped when she felt his arm around her. A quick one wasn't he? She arched an eyebrow, but did nothing else about it for the moment. "You must have a whole wall decorated in nothing but awards."

She tapped her chin lightly with her index finger, attempting to recall the strange drink that he had mentioned. "The Pan Galactic something or other...Nope, never ever." The answer was clear, honest. Would the drink really deliver though? He could've been all talk on that one, especially given his fashion sense. But time would tell. Which reminded her...

"So um, tell me more about this crazy time that you and the Doctor had?"

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"Gargle Blaster. Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster," Zaphod said, waving with his two free arms for a bartender.

"Oh, the Doctor. Nice guy, great dress sense, knows how to get down and boogie. He took a shining to Arthur, a fellow my semi-cousin Ford had dragged along with us on my intergalactic travels. We had some sort of party or... he was saving a world or something. I just know he was a laugh and that's always good."

The bartender showed and Zaphod rattled off the rather crazy sounding process of making a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.

"Three of those, and make it snappy, would you drink monkey?"

"Right that." Rose answered, still staring. And then she blinked, listening on.

She could easily guess that it had to have been saving the world, because the image of the Doctor parting, well..."Interesting. It had to have been saving the world." That's what he did after all, what they used to do. Oh how she missed it. "Yeah, it's always a good time with him." She grinned. Whether it was running for their lives or other things.

She observed as the bartender started to make the drink. It looked a bit complicated. She'd probably mess it up if she ever tried it.

"So Zaphod, you party a lot in your universe? How old are you exactly?" Really she couldn't help it, she was curious.

"Old? Old?" Zaphod said. "I'm young, babe. Young enough to still enjoy life and party 'til sunrise. Very unhoopy of you to be asking a man his age. I don't go around asking how young you are. You got the face of an angel and I wouldn't want to give you and stress lines, would I?"

What was it with aliens and getting all snappy about how old they were? Aliens especially? "One thousand years young then." She joked, not really knowing his age. She'd probably never know but that was fine. "And what makes you think that I don't have stress lines already? I could be hiding them under all this make up." She gestured to her face, which really didn't have hardly any makeup at all unless one counted the mascara. But even that wasn't heavy.

"Care to take a guess at how young I am?"

"Twenty, twenty-one?" Zaphod said, smooth as rich cream. "Tell you what. Rather than going on about our age... how about we try these, eh?"

He grabbed all two of the finished drinks from the bartender, and held one out for Rose. "Ready to blow your mind?"

She reached for the glass, staring at the drink with a small grin. "Ready as I’ll ever be." It was sort of classy with the olive, she thought. Her eyes focused back on Zaphod just as the bartender handed over the third drink.

"Let’s see if this lives up to the rumors. Cheers!" Clinking both of his glasses with her own, the blonde took a gulp, feeling the strange alcohol burning down her throat. That was normal, but then she felt something that wasn't, like something was hitting her brain with force. She winced leaning back a bit, almost losing her balance.

Zaphod slung over with his free arm to brace Rose.

"Careful there babe, that first sip is a doozy," he said with a chuckle. "Bottoms up." He took a healthy sip from both of his two glasses, one with each head. "Takes a while to build up the tolerance, you know?"

The blonde shook her head, but that really didn’t help. "Yeah, thanks..." Bringing her free hand up, she started to rub her temple. This stuff was really strong just as he had mentioned. She watched as he drank carefully and decided to take another drink, a slow sip this time which was followed by another wince. It didn’t hit her as hard this time.

"You weren’t lying about this..." She said holding out her glass, not wanting to think about the hangover she'd have tomorrow. "What's in this again?"

"Oh, just a little Ol Janx Spirit, Santraginus V seawater, Arcturan Mega-gin, and some other things," Zaphod said. "It's like mugging in liquid form. Expensive and bad for the head, yeah?"

Slowly, Rose nodded in response, agreeing. "Something like that...Feels like my brain got hit with a brick."

"Really hoopy feeling," Zaphod said, still sipping. "Though not for the faint of head."

Her eyes were fixed back on the glass for a second before focusing back on him. "And how many of these does it take to get to you?" It was a rather curious question as she could only just guess the answer at this point.

"I'm the only one who can drink more than three," Zaphod boasted. "Course, I have to alternate heads."

Rose stared at the man's second head, then back at her drink before setting it down on the bar. "That must be some accomplishment." She tilted her head rather curiously. "So are you the only one with two heads from your world or are there ones with more than two?" Anything was possible after all.

"Oh, the two heads? Sadly not unique. But no one has them quite as stately as mine," Zaphod said. "Gives me a real special presidential profile, yeah?"

"And the three arms, aren't either yeah?" She easily guessed, eyeing the arm that was a bit out of place. She had seen a lot of things since arriving here and even before then but this was just one of the strangest yet. "Sort of I suppose." She responded, agreeing before letting out a small laugh. "I'm sure it must've helped with getting those undecided voters to swing your way."

"Well, I grew that one," Zaphod said. "Especially for a girl."

"...For a girl?" She couldn't help but repeat, arching an eyebrow up. Again the blonde reached for her drink and took a slow sip before turning back to the president. "Was it worth it?"

"Oh, I think she enjoyed it quite a lot," Zaphod said with a big smile.

"So, where is she now?" She asked glancing behind his shoulder as if looking for someone but she really wasn't."And did she also have two heads?"

"Oh, no, she was from Earth," Zaphod said. "She... You know, I'm not sure where she is."

Why didn't that surprise her? "Ah, Earth. Of course." She should have guessed it really. "Well it takes more than growing a hand to impress most of us." She retorted, focusing her attention back on her drink. "You do that a lot? Grow body parts to impress girls?" It was a fair question as she tried to keep a straight face about it.

"Just the once," Zaphod says. "And before you ask, there's only one of those."

"Oh, I wasn't going to ask," She replied but of course she was lying about it. And then she shot him another curious look. "How long have you been running things in the Galaxy?"

"Who said anything about running things? I'm just president," Zaphod said, honestly."

"Usually a president has responsibilities." She said taking another drink before staring at his second head. What sort of backwards Universe was that? "You know making sure that things are running smoothly."

"How would I ever have time to party if I was busy with that stuff?" Zaphod said. "My job is to keep the public profile, yeah?"

"Oh..." Rose's voice trailed off for a moment, understanding. "So then someone else runs it. You're just the face. Er faces." She couldn't resist chuckling then quickly covered her mouth with the back of her hand. "Sorry..."

"What for? You think a little two-face joke is going to hurt me? I hear them all, babe," Zaphod said. "It takes a lot more than that to bruise my ego."

Because his ego was pretty massive, for one.

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