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Operation 18 | [Action/Voice]

[End of Event Action - Nova City Archway]

[Offering his help in the defense of Nova City was actually more taxing than Gale ever thought it would be. He hadn't had much of a break either, only falling back and letting another unit take over when he absolutely had to. His stamina was much higher than most, but by no means was it infinite.

And the more he used his magic and energy, the more the blue marks on his face would begin to change color. It was a slow shift from blue to purple, but the purple began to change to red, and with the outfit he was fighting in, he couldn't see the shift himself. All he knew is that he steadily began to feel sluggish, and he couldn't pay attention to it in order to keep fighting.

It wasn't under the battle was finally over that he felt how heavy his limbs really were. To any observers, those marks on his face were a bright red. Eventually he would let out a sigh of relief, but then he felt his knees buckle, causing him to collapse on the ground.

He hadn't realized how bad off he actually was until he was on the ground and entirely immobile, save for slight movement of his right arm.]

... shit. That ain't good.

[No kidding.]

[Voice - June 17]

[Gale was safely back in the penthouse he shared with Faye, although he was kind of stuck there for a while. It would take a while before his body could let a new stream of lucemite circulate and get his cybernetics back in working order... which meant no dancing or various other kinds of theatrics for a while.

His mood wasn't exactly the best either. For a variety of reasons. Between him dangerously over-exerting himself in the battle, the Guardian debates and now learning that asshole Jacques somehow mysteriously became the mayor of Nova City? What next? Is his Aerodactyl just going to drop dead on the roof? Could things possibly get worse?

Well, whatever. He'd at least broadcast a message while lazing on his couch, sounding very tired.]

If it's not one thing it's another, eh?

Alright, from now until the next paper comes 'round, drinks at After Life and Hangar Queen are half off. I think we could all use some drinks after all the shit that's happened here. I feel like debates are a terrible thing to follow up all that action with. [He mutters then.] Honestly, how are the Guardian hopefuls able to think right now?

That said, both clubs have plenty of staff positions open. If anyone's interested in some way or another, lemme know, yeah?

In the meantime, I think I need some sleep.

[Private Voice - After Life and Hangar Queen Staff]

Yes, that means half off of your drinks too. You know, the ones you have already discounted to begin with.

[He sighs in frustration.]

I won't be in either club for a while, so I'll have to ask you guys to hold the fort 'till I'm back. And don't do anything stupid- I've got cameras all over the place so if you do something, I will know. Just don't risk it. You guys aren't stupid.

Lemme know if something comes up that needs my attention though. I'm not completely helpless yet.

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*Fresh from the shower with a towel on her her head, in casual top and shorts, Faye wanders through the penthouse with a bottle of vodka in one hand, two glasses in the other. Wherever he is, whatever he's doing, Faye is determined to bother hin*

Hey! Action man! Where are you?

[Gale of course never minds being bothered by Faye. If he minded, he would never have offered her to move in with him. He raises his right arm so it could be seen over the back of the couch.]

Right over here, doll. Can't say I've made with much movement today.

[Which irritates him, but there's no use in getting uppity about it when there was nothing he could do but wait until his systems were all back in working order.]

*Faye strolls on over towards the arm and stops at the back of the couch. She leans over so that her face is close to his, her arms draped over his chest. Her hands waved gently, glasses clinking, showing off the full, and very good bottle of vodka*

Drink? It's straight from the freezer?

[He glances up at her lazily. If he were in better condition, he would have had half a mind to sit up and steal a kiss from her while she's that close... but he actually has a tendency of behaving these days. Man, what happened to him in this place?

He smirks a bit, moving to get into a sitting position. His movements are sluggish for sure, but at least he's not in any pain. That's a plus.]

As if I could say no to one of those. [A pause.] S'Not gettin' into your stash, is it?

*If he had, it wouldn't be such a bad thing - she would lend a kiss if she thought it would make him feel better in some way.

Faye sits herself beside him, more carefully than she usually would, and close enough that he can lean against her if need be. She waves a hand to his question - yes, it was part of her stash, but that was no big deal*

I hope alcohol doesn't interfere too much with your battery charging.

*Or whatever it was that he did. She promptly poured two glasses of vodka and put the bottle on the floor*

Here we go. To you, for being badass and sorting shit out.

[He always was a fan of interactions of the more intimate variety, but if there was one thing he learned from this blasted place, it was that it couldn't carry him nearly as fan as it did at home. Not that he gets anything around here often anyway. S i g h.

He lets out a laugh and shakes his head. Battery? Really?]

If alcohol interfered with any of my cybernetics, then hell, I'd be in some serious trouble. I'd probably have wrecked myself by now if that were the case.

[Luckily, that's nothing he had to worry about. He takes a glass and gives her a nod.]

Thanks, but I'd say you're givin' me a little too much of the credit, wouldn't you say? I wasn't the only one out there sortin' that shit out. But I mean, I was probably the best looking one out there.

Good. Then you can enjoy drinking with me and I don't have to worry about you malfunctioning or something.

*Faye smirks at him then lifts her glass to lips. She closes her eyes as she enjoys the first drink, smooth but with enough of a sharpnesss about it*

The best looking?

*Laughing loudly, Faye shakes her head and takes another sip, then nudging him with her elbow*

Are you sure? I don't recall you winning any awards on that subject. Unlike someone I know...the best dressed and the sexiest...

[He lets out a huff.]

Look, as hilarious as it was for Jacqass to win worst dressed, that category was either rigged or what's-her-face was drunk off her ass when she chose for it. [He rolls his eyes.] And I can't believe a damned Hazaethian pigeon won the best dressed guy category.

[His cheeks puff up in annoyance before he takes a sip. Then he side eyes Faye and gives a smug look.]

Yeah? And you know who nominated you for both of those categories in the first place? Yours truly.

Him? Oh, I don't know, I thought he was was rather handsome. Shame there wasn't time for the best dressed to get to know each other...

*Which she may or may not mean, but she says so in an admiring tone just to wind him up, especially when he puffs up his cheeks like that*

Oh, really?

*She does at least seem quite pleasantly surprised by that knowledge*

How sweet. Would have been nice to have more time to celebrate myself...damn spirits.

[EYE. ROLL.]

He's some stuffy military pilot. I recognize the Archon Squadron uniform anywhere. He's probably an asshole who wouldn't know how to properly treat a lady.

[On the inside, Gale could agree that the guy who won was reasonably good looking... but he's still not a fan of the militaries back where he comes from.]

Yeah, those things were some serious party crashers. But hey, at least people know not to run into me in dark alleys.

[He snickers.]

Amazing how I won the very category I jokingly submitted.

*Faye raises an eyebrow at that and pokes him lightly in the shoulder*

Aww, now don't be jealous.

*She smirks as she looks at him over the rim of her glass*

Hmm, I don't know... Maybe I'll bring him home some time and I'll get back to you on how he treats me.

*Following another sip, it's her turn to roll her eyes*

Seriously? You are responsible for you own lame award? Wow, Gale. That's pretty special.

[The corner of his mouth twitches, Gale squinting at her.]

Unless you intend to invite me to the affair, y'might want to go to his place. He's probably too much of a boyscout anyway.

[He huffs again, muttering something about a "stupid kashia".]

Hey, I didn't nominate myself for it. I was just trolling her anonymously when she was asking for award categories. I didn't actually expect her to include it, let alone be nominated for it and winning it.

[He smirks.]

But hey, that means people must look at me as a bigger threat than even the Everglade Guardian. That's gotta be saying somethin'.

*Well that makes Faye raise her eyebrows again and she grins as she leans into him slightly*

Oh...so if I have your little best dressed 'pigeon' here you want to join in too? So maybe you think he's handsome after all, hmm?

*She smiles and shakes her head, then leans back against the couch as she takes a sip and closes her eyes*

Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Mr Dark Alley...

[SIIIGH.]

Okay, I'll admit he's not bad. I've seen a lot less attractive military schmucks from home, so I guess he's one of the least offensive of the ones I've seen.

[Though he can't help but wonder if that guy was one of the Raptor-A pilots Gale encountered during that apparent flight test in the middle of the ocean.]

I don't see him coverin' your head for free though.

[That's gotta count for something, right? Right?!]

Gee, sorry I can't be as much of a queen as you are. I gotta take my shame to the alleys where I belong. [He laughs.] I'd still love to know who put me into that category in the first place.

*Faye just laughs at that and leans back as she enjoys her drink. As for covering her head for free, Faye turns towards Gale and lifts her legs, crossing them over her lap as she gets comfortable*

No, that's very true. And only a fool would let that go.

*She shrugs and starts towelling her hair with one hand, still holding her drink with the other*

Don't look at me. I sure have nothing to do with any votes you got.

*Lies. Which he might guess, judging by her smile*

Do you need DJ's?

We always need 'em. DJs, dancers, singers...
Basically if it counts as "performing" both clubs could certainly use 'em.

I don't dance but I mix and make music. I don't have my equipment here but I have my laptop if you want to hear.

[She's about 78% sure that she's figured out how to send a sound file through these phones.]

You can always stop by one of the clubs and show it off there. I can hear ya there and you can see if you like the environment. Two birds with one stone right there if you'd want.

Sure. Which club will you be at?

I won't be in either of 'em for a couple of days until I recover from something, but I can be at either one at any time after that. I should only be out two, maybe three days tops. Would Genessia or Nova City be more convenient for you?

Just say when.
Either location is fine. Those are the only two cities I travel between.

I should be able to get out of my place by Wednesday. If ya got an opening then, we can swing by After Life.

Name's Gale, by the by.

I have no previous engagements.
I'm Enis.

[Well, having an actual job that might be a bit more on the up-and-up could help. Plus it wasn't like he has anything better to do.]

What do you have open? I might be interested depending on what it is.

Both places have openings for bartenders, bouncers and any kind of performer. Dancers, DJs, whatever have you.

For location specific jobs, Hangar Queen's also got openings for wait staff, while After Life's got openings for hosts of the VIP Room.

[He ponders a moment as he thinks. He needs managers too, but he's very picky about revealing that one to non-staff.]

Hangar Queen's got a theme that requires a tailored uniform. After Life's got no such regulations though.

I'd be interested in bouncer. Maybe I'll sing once in a while.

Multitaskin' employees are always more than welcome. I never mind payin' extra for 'em.

[Hell, he had that chick that did both bartending and bouncing. Keyword there now is had.]

Name's Gale, by the way.

((Utterly missed this, sorry!))

Well, we'll see when the mood strikes me then; I can do a few things. Call me Michio. I'll stop by, fill out an app, and see what happens.

Question, how old does one have to be to drink here? Because where I was from it was different and wanted to know.

16's the youngest for the alcoholic drinks. That's how it was where I came from, so that's how I'm rollin' here.

[Unless a Guardian tells him otherwise, anyway.]

I heard somewhere's got a limit of 21, to which I ask who would want to live in No Fun Allowed Land.

Great, then it means I can actually drink.

[It was much older where she was from.]

Might as well have one while I can.

I would take you up on the drinks, but I think I'd probably drink you out of business.

[Said so jokingly, with a goofy smile on his face.]

Sounds like a challenge there, buddy.

[He lets out a small laugh.]

One that I prolly shouldn't take you up on.

It could have been.

[He can't help but laugh slightly.]

I wouldn't either, honestly. Just one drink.

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