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Who: Everyone!
What: Drinking!
When: March 3rd
Where: The Blue Light
Rating: Let's say R (I'll edit if... things happen)

Note(s): Party time!  Tag all over the place, threadjack, make new friends, forget new drinking buddies--have fun!


There are a number of bars in the City.  The Blue Light is one of the busier ones and, on the weekends, it's at its busiest. 

This Saturday is no exception.  Drinking, dancing, flirting--if it's legal, it's happening (and if it's questionably legal, it's probably happening more discretely; this is one of the nicer bars the City has to offer, after all).  Whether you're a social drinker on a night out with your friends, a hardcore partier who habitually clears your Sunday schedule, or just there to drink the last of the desert away, you'll be in good company.

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[intheblanks]

If you're drinking for fun then you're not taking it seriously enough. However, even the serious drinkers have their good nights. Chase has made a start before stopping in at this point on the crawl, but for once he's in a good mood with it - miraculously (nearly literally) recovered from the dengue fever, making easy conversation with the girl behind the bar to the detriment of anyone else waiting to be served.

[synanthrope]

She's looking for something to eat, truth be told - well, someone, when she spots Chase. She moves carefully next to him, sitting primly on the stool next to his.

"I didn't expect to see you out and about so soon, Robert."

Her voice is pitched deeply, so he can hear it over the music.

[intheblanks]

It's not really his kind of music. Not really his kind of bar, but here he is. A stop along the way.

He smiles at her in lieu of a hello.

"If you were hoping to nurse me, you should know I make terrible patient."

[synanthrope]

She tilts her head and smiles at him - it almost reaches her eyes. "I make a terrible nurse, so it's likely all for the best." The bartender asks her order and she places it - a glass of tonic water. "I'm sure Rosella is lamenting the missed opportunity."

[intheblanks]

"I can look in to a candy striper project if she'd like. Let me get that."

She hates favours, doesn't she. But it's just a few coins across the bar.

[synanthrope]

She does, but she lets him pay anyway. Paying for a drink is different than patching her up after a fight, or finding a reliable source of hemocyanin, or not telling everyone he knows that he lives with a man-eating spiderwoman who is occasionally a hot mechanic.

"Are you expecting someone? I'm not interrupting a date, am I?"

[intheblanks]

Well, there are things she's not telling, too.

"You're on her stool," the way he says this it could almost be true. "I'm sure now she's seen you she'll be too intimidated to come back."

This is an unusual thing. Just the at the right point at the end of the right day after enough drink (but not too much) to catch him easygoing, in a good mood.

[synanthrope]

Saya takes a sip of her tonic water - it doesn't help the hunger, the one that has been building for a month, and didn't abate when she got back and her sylie was gone - and nods.

"Well, she probably doesn't have shoes as fantastic as mine anyway."

It's hard to tell if she understands the joke or if she's being serious.

[intheblanks]

He has to look, of course. Has to lean back for the full effect.

"Who does?"

[synanthrope]

They're a pair of red satin Charlotte Olympia's - they look perfect with her outfit, but mostly they're sky-high. People don't realize, most of the time, that Saya is only five-five. She looks so much taller.

"I'm sure someone tries."

[entangles]

Olivia is on her way out when she spies Chase at the bar, and the familiar face has her making a detour. Familiar, at least to her-- because Olivia's pretty sure that this guy is the same inebriated blonde who knocked at her door that night asking for Allison Cameron, and the same blonde whose candy heart she mistakenly ate with her morning coffee. Awkward? Certainly, but Olivia doesn't show it, as she pauses beside his stool.

"Dr. Chase, right," she inquires, curiously, "Did you ever manage to find her door?"

[ ooc: Alms told me that Chase went knocking on her neighbor's doors a few weeks back, so! XD ]

[intheblanks]

More awkward dependent on which heart, but the near-universal failure of disclosure from those who learned his secrets has, by this point, lulled Chase into false security.

This is just an attractive woman coming over to tell him-

Oh.

He blinks and narrows his eyes slightly in an attempt to bring the not-quite-familiar face into the kind of hazy focus he may have had that valentine's day. Before the desert made all of that secondary in his concerns. He must have caught up with her at another point, on the network, unless he managed to give name and profession whole demanding to know why she wasn't Allison.

Either way it was unlikely to have been a first impression to outdo the second. He attempts to brush it off with a smile, unobtrusively putting his glass down.

"If we could ever coax her out for office drinks, nobody would have to disturb her neighbours." A glossy little lie.

"Sorry about that."