tampered | She'd try anything once

When; Dec 3
Rating; Probably R
Characters; Chekov, Lucy, Korra, Li
Summary; A friendly game of never have I never
Log;

It's just a small sort of party, but Lucy doesn't have people over that often so she's excited. She spent most of the day cooking food that's appropriate for drinking like hot wings, chex mix, chips and dip, celery and carrot sticks with ranch, pigs in blankets and red velvet cake for dessert.

She straightened the house in a whirlwind, put the rabbit in his cage and picked some good music. she cleaned the stripper pole too, because that was always a fun party activity. The bar was open and she'd set clean shot glasses out. By the time the first person arrived, Lucy was ready, dressed in a pair of snug jeans and a v-neck tee shirt. She's barefoot and she's left her hair down in loose, bouncy curls around her shoulders.

She throws the door open with a big smile, steps back and invites the first arrival in. Bryant, the Newfoundland is in his normal 'we have company' spot under the table (he'll come out later when he's comfortable with everyone) and Masha, the brainwashed-by-a-time-lord, ginger cat is watching everything from the back of the couch.

"Come on in!"

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[ Chekov may be trying to brush the awkward undercurrents aside, but Hei can read people like books. It's weird, being with kids who make no attempt to play it cool. He's used to gameplayers and mindfucks. Still, don't ask, don't tell is the best policy right now. He's in no mood for a Ring-Around-The-Recrimination-Rosy. ]

[ He watches with interest when Korra's coin lands. His smile is faint, but it's the first genuine one of the evening. The word 'friendly game' is clearly not in her vocabulary. She only plays to win. ]

Nice. [ Then, glancing from Lucy to Pavel, ] Whatever it was, it sounded complimentary to me.

[The success of her toss (and, more importantly, the subsequent admiration) goes a long way to restoring Korra's good humor. There is quite possibly a bit of a smug grin on her face.

It's tempting - very, very tempting - to tell Li to take a drink. She'd like nothing more than to see him tipsy and vulnerable ~~as though it would be that easy~~. But surprisingly, she resists the impulse. Instead she points to Chekov.]

Down it, Chekov!

[The real winner here is obviously Chekov. He raises his shot glass to Korra in a mock toast and downs it.]

Yes, it was complimentary. Let me try?

[Is there an order to this game? Regardless, Chekov makes his calculations once again and tosses a quarter. Much to his dismay, he overshoots the cup slightly. Drinking is fun, but losing is not.]

Ah.

It did sound complimentary. [She still wants to know exactly what it was, but she'll badger him later to teach her to understand Russian. She's not going to attempt to actually learn Russian, but recognizing it would be cool.

She applauds Korra's decision to make Chekov drink, clearly approving of getting him smash ~~what?~~. The order is wibbly wobbly but that works entirely.]

You'll catch on. [She gets her own quarter, leans over so that her cheek is pressed against the coffee table and makes some noises that sounds like she's considering her strategy. This is a game that Lucy used to play a good deal in college. She sits back up, carefully takes the quarter, bounces it and it lands in the glass with a splash.]

Huzzah!

[both hands up in the air before she considers her options. Chekov just drank and while she thinks he would be adorable smashed, it's not fair to make him drink twice in a row. Korra has already made her desire to stay sober known. Lucy, surprisingly, is going to respect that for the moment. Which means...] Li!

[ It takes more than a few incidental shots to get Hei drunk -- although 'Li' will certainly playact at tipsy joviality as the evening passes. For a moment, he amuses himself in predicting how this will end. Pavel, sloshed and jelly-legged, may end up staying back (with Lucy -- lucky him). Korra, with her distaste for drunkenness (he'll admit he has a hand in that) will head home soon. 'Li' of course, will already have made his exit by then. ]

[ He makes a sympathetic face when Pavel's coin misses, and applauds politely when Lucy lands hers. Given the order of players and their preferences, he's unsurprised when Lucy chooses him -- although 'Li's wide-eyed bunny gaze reflects differently. ] Huh? Me? [ As if there are other 'Li's in the room. ] We-ell, okay...

[ He lifts his glass (a solo-toast: Here's to children's games and wasted evenings ) and downs his shot, pretend-coughing and blinking back tears. ]

[Korra rests her chin on her hands and looks unimpressed with Li. No, not because he's pathetic with liquor -- she's the only one in the room who knows it's an act. The act is what doesn't impress her, as good as it is.

Doesn't he ever get tired of lying?]

Your turn, Li.

[Chekov gives Li a hardy clap on the back when he coughs on his shot.] You get used to it. Now take a quarter and make me the only loser in this group.

[He doesn't mind. Contrary to popular stereotypes, most Russians don't spend every waking moment pickling their livers with vodka. Chekov has had a couple of shots here and there, but this is more than double his best thus far. Needless to say, he's not sober.

At least he's a happy and polite drunk.]

The more you drink, the better it gets. [Lucy assures Li of this. It's been her experience anyway. She drinks a good deal more than Chekov and, she assumes, Korra, but she's not sober either. She's that brilliant, light sort of tipsy where everything is smiles and fuzzy and wonderful but she still feels like she's in control. A few more shots will tip her over into pleasantly drunk. She doesn't mind that state of being either.]

There are no losers in quarters. Only drinkers and those who tell others to drink...or something like that. It makes sense if you think about it. [Maybe. She nudges Pavel's shoulder with hers.] I think you're doing okay here. If it helps, I'll probably get a good deal worse as we play.

[ Does he ever get tired of lying? Do people get tired of using their right hands when they aren't lefties? It's programming and instinct by now. It's how Hei operates. ]

[ He takes Lucy's advice and Chekov's thump on the back with a timorous smile. In truth, he finds the game to be a mix of mindlessness and minor coordination. In the end, it's just another excuse for drunkenness. Not a state he enjoys, or one he prefers to succumb to -- unlike bright-buzzing Lucy or chatty Chekov, his state of mind nosedives to a black tar-pit if you hand him the hard stuff. ]

[ No-one needs to see that. Seriously. ]

Well... [ He takes (seemingly) uncertain aim with his coin. Puts a little wobble in his wrist, for show. ] Here goes. [ A quick calculation, and he shoots. The misfire is spectacular. The coin misses the glass completely. Instead it ricochets off the table and back at 'Li', pinging smartly off the bridge of his nose. ] Owwwwww!

[ Shitfuck. That went a bit better than planned. ]

[Korra snorts. It's an act. It's a stupid act. But man, it's fun to watch him suffer.

She takes a quarter and bounces it. Distracted by laughter, her aim is just a little off. It clings against the glass and then hits the table.

..................................oops.]

[Chekov all but flops on Lucy in response to her gentle nudge.] But now, you are good. I believe you have had practice.

[He stifles a laugh at Li's spectacular failure and doesn't have the good graces to not be slightly pleased by Korra's miss.] Both of you drink!

[Flopping is encouraged. It's quite a lovely response even. She'll shift a bit to get comfortable with a now flopped Chekov on her.] You might even be a hustler 'cause that was awfully close.

[She's teasing Korra and then when Li misses Lucy can't help but laugh. She doesn't even bother to stifle it.] it's like a well scripted sitcom quarters throw.

[ Wincing, 'Li' rubs the faint red mark on his nose. Stop laughing, you guys :< ] Hustler? [ He offers Lucy a politely questioning look, as if to say, What is this strange word? He's not really expecting an answer. Between floppy Chekov and the drinks and nudges, he knows where that half of the party is headed. Instead he lifts his shot-glass to Korra in a mock toast. ] Well. You heard Pavel. [ Remember, kiddo. Open your throat and let it in. ]

[ .......It still sounds dirty. Dang. ]

[Don't you "kiddo" her, buster. She scowls and grabs her shotglass, throwing back the shot.

Coughs.

Makes a face.

Reaches for the juice. You people are crazy.]

She'd try anything once

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