party all day

[ironrose]

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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[corpsacorps]

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.

[ironrose]

( 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.

[corpsacorps]

[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.]