genessia | party all day

who: jade & u
where: nova city, after life
what: drankin and strippin
warnings: drankin and strippin

( Jade's arrival had been an absolute shit show. But thanks to the assistance of few (probably) well intentioned citizens, her concussion had been dealt with and she had all of her faculties about her once more. Obviously, the next step on the road to recovery and proper integration into this strange world - was to get absolutely shit faced and do some questionable shit in a seedy club at 3am.

She's surprisingly not drunk by the time she arrives at After Life in the wee hours of the morning. Her day had consisted mainly of wandering around aimlessly, picking up new clothes ( her old ones were too dirty even for a woman who spent a good portion of her life on a boat), and just wasting time until she found something interesting to focus on.

The shady part of Nova city was about as interesting as it got. Completely lost insofar as technology was concerned, even she knew when she was walking into a questionable club scene. Nicer than any port tavern she'd been to, she'd feel out of place if she wasn't excited at the prospect of a good time.

Jade makes herself at home after obtaining some kind of weird, fruity drink she's never heard of and props her feet up on a chair beside her at a table. For a while all she does is watch the dancers on stage, silently lamenting the loss of her crew because god damn would they love to see this. Well, most of them.

At some point she turns to whoever might be nearby as she holds up her half empty drink (what number she's on, she can't recall, but she's sufficiently hammered at this point) Hey, what's this called again? The fruity orange one - kinda tasted like peach. I'unno. How the fuck do you make these.

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[Gale had been making more trips to After Life and Hangar Queen, getting in talks about bringing the two under his wing like his other worldy counterpart had before, so he was in tonight to figure things out and wind down. His other self... really liked strippers, didn't he? Not that he's complaining now (and the places at least didn't discriminate on gender), but still.

He was leaned over the bar counter tapping at a book when he heard the woman nearby, turning his attention to her. Fruity orange drink and peach? What was that one again? He flips through a different book quickly, comparing the drink to the picture and- ah ha! That was it! (Gods, how did his other self memorize all of these?)]

"Sex on the Beach" that one's called. [Who bloody names these things?] I can pen down the recipe for you, if you would like.

Ha! ( What sweet sweet irony that that is the drink she ended up with. Jade leans back in her chair, almost completely upside down as she looks at Gale from her spot near the bar. She should probably move. Maybe. )

Yes, please! Shit's killer. Nothin' like this back in the bars back home.

[He nods and pulls the notepad on the counter closer (sure, it's Nova City and everything should be digital, but he's still working on the "learning technology" part), picking up the pen and copying down the instructions listed in the cocktail book. He quickly cross references to make sure he got it right before tearing the page from the notebook, stepping over and offering it to the near upside-down woman.]

Here. I'm much the same, the wines and ales from my home scant compare to what variety is found here. Choosing to work in these kinds of places has broadened my experiences far more than I ever could have imagined.

[It was a jarring transition initially, but he's certainly found the entertainment value in them. Catching him off guard in that moment was a stray bra landing on his shoulder, making him look at it in confusion. Damn, was that thrown all the way over here from the stage? That dancer's aim was good.]

... T'isn't every day at home that this happens either, I must say.

( Jade takes the paper and sits up straight again, looking over the instructions as she sips the last bits of her drink up through her straw. )

Mosta the stuff back home might as well just be piss and water. Never would have thought to mix something like this. ( couldn't have, really, but at least this place has a few benefits.

She looks up, watches the bra spin for a second before settling - and then promptly snaps her head toward the stage to get a good look at the woman who threw it. Or, the woman's chest anyway. )

Could do with more of that myself. You're either popular with the ladies or you run the place. Either of those right? ( he was behind the bar. )

Aye, it's much the same at home indeed. At least there is some sort of benefit of being here.

[He really hasn't fully figured out how he feels about being in Genessia. Being away from the stresses of Eorzea is a welcome relief, but instead it gave him different baggage to worry about. He shifted his attention to the dancer responsible for the bra hanging off the horn on his coat's shoulder, smirking at her and giving a shake of his head.]

More the latter than the former. [He might be a little humble about it, since he's had his fair share of flirts since he was relatively good looking (he's sure the "Warrior of Light" thing had something to do with a few too). He shrugged.] I ain't the owner officially on paper yet, but folks have been treatin' me as if it's already been set in stone.

( Jade is in the same boat (ha. get it, cause she's a pirate--) so far as Genessia is concerned. For one: she doesn't like the idea of being dislodged from her life again, and in a place as ridiculous as this. For two, she doesn't even have any familiar faces around to try and help her ease into this new life she's apparently meant to lead.

There's a reason why she's drinking and trying to get a good look at a bunch of half naked women. )

Close enough, then. No wonder you're gettin' underclothes thrown at you - they might be tryin to earn a pay raise.

[He chuckled, debating if he should bother removing the stray garment from his shoulder or not. It was pretty funny to have just dangling there, and it does drive home the point that yeah, this club has certain stripping hours. It's not like it's hurting anything by hanging off the spike - it was hilarious, even - he would just have to be careful it doesn't snag.]

T'is possible, certainly. But I am sure they also take comfort in the knowledge of, if they throw it at staff, they will still get it back by the end of the night. After which, it is certainly none of my business where their garments end up.

[From what little he understands of some work cultures, it's generally frowned upon that staff goes home with either clients or coworkers to "spend the night" in their company. Poppycock. If one of his employees wants to go home and bang someone, it's not his damn business.]

But I would be a terrible liar if I said I did not enjoy the attention. Victim of my own vices, I am. Gotten me in trouble on more than one occasion.

[And there isn't a single hint of regret in his voice anywhere. He lived for those antics.]

[Raine found the seedy parts of town to be a rather good place to pick up some poor unfortunate souls and sucker them into deals for her own benefit. Sure they got something out of it, but when you looked at it, Raine got a lot more.

She didn't care though, it was always something she was used to. Even now. So she was currently sitting at the bar, talking to some gentleman that probably thought he was going to have fun tonight, but Raine was honestly thinking of something else.

But she found herself looking over as the other had spoken up, pausing briefly and clearly showing a face that was currently displeased. Why must people be like this?]

So you want information on what you are drinking? But didn't you order it in the first place so you would know what it was called, right?

( Uh oh, the fun police are here. Jade rolls her eyes, taking a long sip of her drink that ends in that really annoying sound you get when there's barely any liquid left between the ice. )

Nah. I told them to surprise me. ( Your logic means nothing to her. ) Figured someone would know eventually.

Sounds about right. Then ask the bartender.

[She thumbed over to the guy who was currently serving the drinks. It didn't take Raine long to just click her fingers and gesture him over. She was honestly glad that he reacted as quick as he did.]

Excuse me sir, this lady would like to know the drink she just had.

[The bartender moved to look over to see who the other was good enough. It wasn't long before they finally answered.]

Sex on the beach. I believe is what it is called.

[This was enough to give pause for Raine who just looked baffled.]

Why do drinks come with random names?

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