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