10-28-2007, 12:45 AM
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: 'ey kid.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Syndesis. Hello.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Hittin' Peri soon as I swing by Wentworth's.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: I'm still expecting one more, so no problem.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Hey.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: *Grin devilishly*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Hey, the devil we know.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Oh, I assue you, I'm no devil.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: What, not even a little?
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: *Blinks, and is back to normal again*
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...Hey Bright, hey Syn.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Been takin' yer medication, kid?
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: I don't have medication.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: So. Not to complain, cause I love doing it, why are we fighting Crey?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: They were chasing our real targets away...
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Oh. Bastards.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Sec while I talk to Mister Maylor.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Tell 'im I said hi, but don't mention the money I owe 'im for that coffee.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...Do I want to know?
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Prob'ly not.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Alright then. And Bright, you're sure Bright today.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Who, me? I think it's just this eclipse thing...
[Tell]Stephnie Jenova: *Whispers to you* Want to confuse Syn with our costumes, or is that a all three of us together thing?
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: What caused the eclipse, anyhow?
[Tell]--Stephnie Jenova: *whispers back* i don't think she knows amber, so it prob'ly wouldn't work.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Dunno. Some kind of wierd spell effect or something.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: I blame Al Gore and global warming.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Who's Al Gore?
[Tell]Stephnie Jenova: *Whispers back* Right. We could confuse her with mine, though?
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Invented the Internet, accordin' to some, which would prob'ly make 'im a tech origin mastermind or somethin'.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Just sayin' tho.
[Tell]--Stephnie Jenova: not while we're working, steph.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: So..a villian?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: A politician.
[Tell]Stephnie Jenova: Right-o.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Same difference.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: A what?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: ...um.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: You handle this one, Bright.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *whistles*
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Somebody - gee, -thanks- - who makes their living being in charge of cities and things, and -got- there by persuading other people rather than... y'know... breaking heads.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Tho sometimes a small amount of 'eadbreaking is still involved.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...Like President Shinra..?
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: And Rufus, for that matter.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: I guess so.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Rufus murdered President Shinra, his Dad, to get power.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: I s'pose that's one way t'win a second term.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: term?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Murder isn't -supposed- to be part of it... usually isn't... but sometimes is.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: If that makes sense.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...This is a democracy thing, isn't it?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Mostly.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Whatever made ya think tha---yeah.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Ah. Well, they didn't get voted. They were jsut the strongest, at the time. Shinra made Dad, after all, and had a severly damamged Grandma in captivaty.
I'd better make sure my sidekick stays close by.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: And here I was thinkin' oil and big business were the surefire ways to political success.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: And after Wutai, most people were kinda afirad of pissing them off.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Except AVALANCHE, anyhow.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Were either of them people you'd -want- in charge?
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: No. They were -horrible- people.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: They mistreated, were like tyrants, -and- were using the Lifestream, that's dead innocent -souls-, as an energy source.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: ...damn.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Rufus got better after Meteor Day, though.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: ...agh!
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: And eventually even helped the WRO for awhile. Sorta.
I'd better make sure my sidekick stays close by.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: World Restoration Orginization, by the way.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: What, like the UN 'xcept it don't suck?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Preventing things like that is kinda the point of using democracy, I think....
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Started up before or after Dad's second attempt to destroy Gaia.
I'd better make sure my sidekick stays close by.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Rogue Isles, B. Rogue Isles.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Nothing works -all- the time. ^_^
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: And yeah, like the UN, except they don't suck. Helped stop the end of the world...though not Dad's. Doubt anyone besides Grandma, and Uncle Cloud can -really- take Dad.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: They stopped Omega, though.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Dunno what's scarier, yer family history...or the crazy corset-wearing clowns
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Depends. Are we counting Grandma's days as a planet killer?
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Next thing I know, yer gonna take out a photo album and we're gonna all be de----
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: I don't wanna know.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: You truly don't.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: You..-do- know she's the Harbinger of Death, right?
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: And here I thought most grandmothers just like, knitted and baked and stuff.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: *smiles* We're sure you're very proud. ^_^
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...You should meet my Grandma.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Uh, er...
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Maybe not we're sorta busy at the moment and all, like, y'know.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Crazy...clowns...
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: And this whole crazy clown business B is investigating.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: very time consuming.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: No time for social visits. Nope.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: *Laughs* Grandma? Social! *Laughs more*
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: *rubs her temple* Crazy -brain sucking- clowns.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: *Suddenly scowls* Oi! No sucking out my friend's brains!
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: *Tosses Bright asprin*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *grunts, while speeding up* Trick is to thinkathousandtimesfasterthannormal
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Nice work if you can get it.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: This is kinda fun for me, though. Never liked the Circus.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...Syn, did you just shoot lasars from your eyes?
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Hey, I'm all ghostie again.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: You get the planet killer, I get the mad scientist in my family tree.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...Er. Yeah, okay. *Doesn't want to ruin it by talking about Hojo*
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...Hey, Syn, are -you- dating someone? *Matchmaker glint in eyes*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: The day I spawn is when hell freezes over.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Ah.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Isn't that what birth control's for? *innocent, innocent*
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ..Speaking of which, are you on that, Bright?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Yup.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: B, I'm a no-fly zone.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *squints at B*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: But does yer dad know you have frequent flier miles?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: My dad's been dead for six years, y'know... But yeah, he did.
I'd better make sure my sidekick stays close by.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Oh. Yeah. I keep forgettin'.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: After all the times ol'Lord M tried, yer get used to the idea of the man being invincible.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: ...s'okay. I forget myself, sometimes.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Okay.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Think we're done 'ere.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Looks like a clean graveyard.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Looks like.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Hey, kid.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Looks like your clearance came through.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *makes a very fast grab for Brightsky*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *attempts to noogie her at super speed*
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Yeah. Looks like. *seems rather shocked*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Drinks on YOU!
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Congrats, Bright!
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: WAK! *flails*
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Yay! To the bar!
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *cackles evilly*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: C'mon, sickly-sweet coloured beverages with dubious names on fire are traditional.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Fire. Joy.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: *grinning anyway*
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Race you all there!
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: BARTEND---hey, wait, yer a floating tiki mask, how do you mix drinks?
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Oh.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Okay, that's...interesting...
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: ..damn, I didn't know yer could DO that to a coconut...
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: ...wow, is this s'posed to glow?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: O.o
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Neat!
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *hands a disturbing red cocktail to Brightsky*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Guy made this special.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *nods sagely*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Hey, one more of those!
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: *eyes it for a moment, dubiously, then shrugs and tries to down it quick enough to avoid her tastebuds*
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: You know, as a tender, I could technically get us all free drinks.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Okay, I'll take that bobbing motion as a nod.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: But eh, whatever, what Bright's having. Only green, if you can do it. And on fire.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: (to the BP mask) So, you been workin' here long?
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Hey, hey, he's a floating TIKI MASK. These had BETTER be special drinks.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: No offense, but you're just a winged...superhuman...thing.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Yeah.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...*Grabs Syn. Noggies her*
Brightsky: *looks at what's left of the cocktail* Hey, this actually isn't bad.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: H---hey, you'll make me spill my driiinkk...
Syndesis: Hey, like I said, bartender's a floating banished pantheon mask.
Syndesis: You know the drink -has- to be good.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: *Let's her go*
Stephnie Jenova gets her own drink, sipping on it quietly.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *hmph* Thanks.
Brightsky finishes it. "I do?"
Syndesis: You do. And if yer don't, the drink ain't killed enough brain cells.
Brightsky: What the hell. Another, please?
Stephnie Jenova drinl
Syndesis: So B, what are your plans now you've hit level fifty?
Syndesis: Disneyland?
Stephnie Jenova: Five bucks says I can outdrink you both.
Brightsky: Besides nursing a hangover?
Brightsky: Umm...
Brightsky takes a drink.
Stephnie Jenova: *Eyes light up* Privite Vacation with Pete?
Brightsky: Haven't really thought about it.
Syndesis smirks, with glowing green eyes, regen metabolism speeding up.
Syndesis: Baaarrrtender... o/~
Brightsky has a blush on her cheeks. Really. That's all it is.
Syndesis cackles.
Brightsky: Maaaaayyybe.
Stephnie Jenova humming, as she drinks. "Bartender, a Experimental Number 1, please."
Brightsky: First I'm gonna need to finish this... Circus thing... for Mister Mayor.
Stephnie Jenova a bubbleing horrid green liqud is placed on the bar..looks almsot solid, and Stephnie takes it, sipping from it.
Syndesis arches an eyebrow.
Syndesis: Wow, and I thought the Back Alley Brawler special was bad.
Syndesis: Hey, hey, look at it -this- way...
Syndesis: Intoxicated mind is the best way to fight psionics.
Stephnie Jenova: Experimental's are the strongest drink they -have-...Besides a finished Gapple Juice, that is.
Syndesis: Can't read your moves if you're totally sloshed.
Brightsky knew going into this party that she was going to be the first to pass out.
Brightsky: Hmm. Guess not, at that.
Stephnie Jenova: One sec...*
Stephnie Jenova hops over the bars, and searches around, then places three lightly glowing, golden liquds on the counter.
Stephnie Jenova: Gapple Juices.
Stephnie Jenova hops back over.
Brightsky finishes her second and coughs quietly before looking at the menu. "Umm..."
Stephnie Jenova takes her, sipping, and smiling at the sweet taste.
Brightsky looks at the Gapple Juice. "...does it have an umbrella?"
Syndesis: I think the umbrella dissolved.
Syndesis: *pokes around inside the glass*
Syndesis: *lifts her hand up, finger fizzling*
Syndesis: Oh yeah.
Brightsky grabs a coffee swirler straw thing and dips it in the drink.
Syndesis: Jeez, you're not supposed to stick petroleum by-products in that!
Syndesis: 's dangerous!
Brightsky: ...it disssolved. O.O
Syndesis: WHAT DID I TELL YOU?
Brightsky lifts out the remaining 2/3s of the straw.
Syndesis: Look, if you're not gonna finish that...
Syndesis: *casually snags Brightsky's drink*
Brightsky was about to slide it to her anyway, so why make a fuss?
Syndesis: Yeah, it'd look like Steph has had one too many.
Stephnie Jenova blinks, and looks at the guy that smacked her.
Stephnie Jenova glares at him.
Brightsky gets a pina colada and hums as she starts on it.
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Stephnie Jenova then, picks him up, and throws him across the room.
Syndesis: 's not on fire. How boring.
Syndesis: And we've barely gotten started on the segment of the evenin' where Steph kills all the natives.
Brightsky: But it's got an umbrella! ^_^
Syndesis: Man, we just can't go out anywhere anymore...
Syndesis: Umbrella, point.
Stephnie Jenova chuckles, and palces her gapple juice down, the last sip undrank.
Brightsky pulls the thing out of the drink and pops it in her mouth to clean it off.
Stephnie Jenova: Hey, he slapped me. He was asking for it.
Brightsky has -no clue- what that looks like to her observers.
Syndesis: Yeah, but how do yer know it ain't some kinda mating ritual?
Syndesis: Like B over there.
Brightsky blinks at Syndesis. "Huh?"
Stephnie Jenova: ....Mating ritual gets him castrated, instead.
Stephnie Jenova: You're sucking on the umbrella, Bright. Looks..hm, how to put this...it looks sexy?
Brightsky crosses her eyes and looks down at the thing. "Oh. Whups."
Brightsky lets it drop to the counter and has some more of her drink.
Syndesis: Let me help this guy find Atlas. C'mon.
Stephnie Jenova hums, still not drunk. "So, buzze yet, Bright?"
Brightsky: Hmmm.
Brightsky sets down her drink and starts to float in midair.
Stephnie Jenova: Yeah, I'd say so. No flying while drunk, Bright.
Stephnie Jenova grabs her arm.
Brightsky blinks. "Snot any worse than walking..."
Stephnie Jenova: No walking then, either.
Brightsky: Mmm... kay.
Brightsky wraps both arms around steph's neck, piggy-back style.
Stephnie Jenova: You feeling okay? *Sips her drink again, now drinking sweet tea*
Brightsky is still holding on to her drink, though.
Stephnie Jenova: Well..this is certainl interesting.
Brightsky: Hmmm... Yup.
Brightsky takes a drink.
Stephnie Jenova: Just don't pass out, or kiss me...or touch my wings.
Brightsky: Hmmm?
Brightsky can't help but do so, at least partly, being draped over Stephnie's back as she is.
Brightsky squish
Stephnie Jenova shivers as they're rubbed, but ignores it mostly.
Brightsky: Izzn't the first the -point-?
Stephnie Jenova: So..why are you trying to get a piggy back ride again? And no, you pass out, I have ot carry you home. And I don't even no where your hosue -is-.
Syndesis: Sorry. Had to help the lost puppy.
Syndesis: And why is Brightsky trying t'...
Stephnie Jenova: Dunno. Told her she couldn't fly or walk, so she latched to my back instead.
Brightsky downs some more of her drink and rattles off an address in King's Row.
Syndesis: How cute.
Stephnie Jenova isn't really complaining about it.
Syndesis: We get to break into her place and leave her in bed covered in marker drawings.
Brightsky squints at Syndesis.
Stephnie Jenova: Oh, fun.
Syndesis salutes with her drink, innocently
Syndesis: Hey, it's traditional.
Brightsky: I wonder if you'd taste better or worse, now?
Stephnie Jenova: ...I don't want to know.
Syndesis: Hey, -I shower-.
Brightsky grins, all teeth.
Stephnie Jenova: ..Okay, yeah, I want to know. Bright, tell me.
Syndesis sticks out a gloved hand to Brightsky. "Hey, what do yer think I am, a buffet?"
Brightsky looks proud. And sloshed. "I bit one of her fingers off, once!"
Syndesis wiggles her hand. "....it grew back."
Stephnie Jenova: ...-Really-?
Syndesis glares.
Syndesis grins fondly. "Vicious little brat, weren'tcha?"
Brightsky snaps her teeth, grinning.
Stephnie Jenova: *Offers Bright her hand*
Syndesis: Hey, hey, if you want munchies we should just ask the bartender for peanuts or somethin'.
Stephnie Jenova: She always like this when she drunk?
Brightsky: You crushed my science project. And hitting you didn't work.
Syndesis: I crushed your -what-?
Syndesis: Look, sorry, but it's 'ard to be precise when yer comin' in through a window.
Stephnie Jenova: I'm going to guess you two have known eachother awhile...
Brightsky: Homework. For school. I'd worked on it for...
Brightsky stops and screws up her face, thinking.
Stephnie Jenova takes Bright's drink, and downs it.
Syndesis: Hey, yer could 'ave just told yer teacher that your evil arch-nemesis ate it.
Brightsky: ...hey! Steeeeepphh!
Stephnie Jenova: You're drunk enough.
Stephnie Jenova: Next thing I know, you'll start danceing topless.
Syndesis: Damn, and me without my...ah-HAH.
Brightsky: I'm not even slurring yet... and I couldn't, this is a one-piece.
Syndesis produces the small digital camera she uses for superhero crime scene work.
Syndesis: Awww.
Syndesis: Damnit, how's a girl supposed to get blackmail material if you don't cooperate?
Stephnie Jenova hands her another drink then. "If you say so."
Syndesis: You're just wrecking my nefarious schemes here, B.
Syndesis: Totally wrecking.
Stephnie Jenova: And syn, put away the camera.
Syndesis palms it in a blur of speed. "Awww."
Brightsky floats up over Steph's head and grabs straw off the counter, so she can shoot its wrapper at Syn.
Brightsky misses by a mile.
Syndesis leans back against the bar counter, watching the wrapper bounce off the bottles behind the bar.
Stephnie Jenova sits Bright down. "Bright. Sit."
Brightsky: Hm. Wrong one.
Syndesis: Sit, ubu, sit, good dog?
Brightsky starts working on her second drink the same way she did the first:
Stephnie Jenova jumps over the bar, and takes out a bunch of bottles, mixes them all into one, and then, sets them on fire. Then, downs it. Looks a b-it- drunk now.
Brightsky cleaning the umbrella.
Syndesis: Y'know, if my system takes in any more alcohol, I think I can leave a blazing trail when I run.
Syndesis: Hm.
Stephnie Jenova: Bright, you're sucking your umbrella ag--Oh, nevermind.
Syndesis: I gotta try that. BARTENDER---
Syndesis: ---ooh, cute, B.
Brightsky tucks the thing in her hair like a tropical flower. "Hm?"
Stephnie Jenova: Yeah, she's drunk.
Brightsky: 'Course I am.
Brightsky nods soberly.
Stephnie Jenova places another drink down for Bright. Grinning.
Syndesis: Careful, Steph, I don't think her liver can survive a few metric tonnes of ethanol like ours can.
Syndesis: We might have to buy her a new one.
Brightsky finishes the last third or so of her previous one before picking the new one up.
Syndesis: And do you know how much Doc Vahz charges for replacements?
Syndesis: Tsk.
Syndesis: 's a terrible market, I tell ya...
Brightsky: I'm goin' slow...
Brightsky: I'll passout first.
Syndesis: Oh, yer definitely going -somewhere-.
Syndesis: I'm just not sure it's slow.
Brightsky flips off Syndesis, grinning.
Syndesis: Or if it's slow, I dunno which bit if you is slow. Possibly the head.
Syndesis leans over, smirking at the finger. "What, you want me to bite YOURS off now?"
Brightsky sips at the new thing. "We could find out if I could make your teeth explode?" ^_^
Stephnie Jenova: No hurtign eachother, or I'll tie you both to your stools.
Syndesis: Hey, hey, my teeth grow back...
Brightsky shrugs and has some more of the anonymous thing Steph gave her.
Stephnie Jenova it -also- has an umbrella in it.
Brightsky had not noticed this fact until it shifts and bumps her in the nose.
Brightsky jumps a little and spills part of the drink across her chest.
Syndesis: It appears that our new hero of the city has been foiled by the nefarious plot of Doctor Umbrella.
Syndesis: Will Brightsky recover from this defeat?!
Stephnie Jenova is chukcleing.
Syndesis: Will her regular detergent deal with those insidious stains!
Brightsky looks down and thinks for a moment. "Aww, fuck."
Syndesis: And who's paying for our tab, anyway?
Syndesis: You know, the important questions.
Brightsky sets the drink down and grabs a napkin or two.
Stephnie Jenova: I'll pay for it.
Brightsky pat pat rub scrub pat.
Syndesis casually reaches over with her own wad of napkins, and starts mopping at Brightsky's chest. While still sipping from her own drink.
Stephnie Jenova: Got one set up so that it's Statesman's tab.
Brightsky: Heeeeyy, Steph? Did I gettit all?
Stephnie Jenova glances over. "Not yet."
Syndesis keeps mopping.
Syndesis leans, mops, leans a bit further, mops more, sickly-sweet drink soaking through the large chunk of paper napkins.
Brightsky peers down and finally notices that there's one too many hands involved.
Brightsky follows the arm back to Syn's face.
Stephnie Jenova humming, quite amused from this.
Brightsky: I -have- a boyfriend, y'know.
Syndesis: Huh, what?
Syndesis blinks.
Syndesis pats the last of the alcohol droplets away. "Good thing that suit's liquid-resistant."
Stephnie Jenova: Syn, are -you- drunk now as well?
Brightsky tries to grab Syn's hand and pull it away, but gets the angle wrong. Squish.
Stephnie Jenova: ...And I'm just going to enjoy this, instead. *Nods soberly*
Syndesis chucks the sodden wad over her shoulder, such that it lands in the bin behind the counter. She does not, apparently, notice where Brightsky's hand is.
Syndesis sips at her drink. "Huh? No."
Syndesis: 'course not.
Brightsky gets the motion right this time. "Personal. Priavte. Pete's, not yours."
Syndesis continues, still apparently oblivious to Brightsky's angle, "So what's this about a boyfriend, hn?"
Stephnie Jenova: She's dating 8, now.
Brightsky nods. "Aayup."
Brightsky picks her drink up again.
Syndesis: Cyberman?
Syndesis: Whoaa, didn't know he was attached.
Syndesis: Or had attachments.
Brightsky takes a drink. "Aayup. Miiiine."
Syndesis: Well, score one for open source.
Stephnie Jenova sips her drink again.
Stephnie Jenova: Also, I think you're gropeing syn, Bright.
Brightsky is leaning on the bar with one elbow to stay balanced, now.
Syndesis: Hn, wha?
Brightsky: [No, no - Bright tried to grab the wrist of the hand Syn was cleaning with, right?]
Syndesis is still quite daintily sipping from her drink.
Brightsky: [And ended up accidentally pushing it -in- rather than -away.-]
Syndesis: (Oh, I misread that as well)
Syndesis: Maybe I should move or something.
Brightsky: [Evidently my bad, then. Whoops.]
Syndesis turns to look at Brightsky.
Syndesis: Naaahhhh.
Brightsky: Heyy, Steeph?
Stephnie Jenova: Hm?
Brightsky: Are -you- drunk yet?
Stephnie Jenova: ...Getting there.
Brightsky nods, satisfied. That is as it should be.
Syndesis: Don't get drunk...'lest I wanna...
Syndesis: ...need an oil tanker's worth, yeah...
Syndesis: Really.
Stephnie Jenova: I could finish my Gapple juice, if you -want- me to be drunk.
Syndesis nods with perhaps a bit too much vigor.
Stephnie Jenova: Heh. I win the $5.
Syndesis: Hey, hey, do you -want- me to burn all this alcohol out of m'system? It'd be a waste of a good buzz and prob'ly cheating but...
Syndesis swirls her drink, glaring.
Syndesis seems to finally realise where her hand is, when she lifts and points it at Stephnie.
Syndesis pauses, looks from Stephnie to Brightsky.
Syndesis blinks once, twice, three times.
Syndesis: ...oh.
Syndesis: Huh,
Syndesis: Well.
Stephnie Jenova: No, no, it's okay. *Smiles, and grabs her Gapple Juice, finishing it..and suddenly looking -quite- drunk*
Stephnie Jenova: 'Kay...drunk now...
Syndesis: Oh cool.
Stephnie Jenova: Gapple Juices...Get you drunk instantly, if you finish them.
Syndesis leans back along the bar counter, arms outstretched, coming dangerously close to spilling her drink. She tips her neck and head all the way back so she's looking up at the Tiki Mask bartender from below.
Syndesis: So, hey, yer doin' anything later?
Stephnie Jenova: ...It's a Tiki..mask, Syn.
Brightsky flops off of her stool while reaching for her drink.
Syndesis: Yeah, so, what's yer point?
Syndesis: You have something against masks?!
Stephnie Jenova sighs, and leans down..she's a rathar coherent drunk, and pick Bright up, settign her on her stool.
Syndesis: I mean see Bright over there, she clearly has no problems makin' out with the floor.
Stephnie Jenova: I...-very- much doubt that he can even -leave- the D, Syn.
Syndesis: Yeah, so?
Stephnie Jenova: ..Nevermind.
Brightsky: Hmmm.
Brightsky: Iiiiii think... that I am going to take a nap, now.
Brightsky finishes her drink and lays her head on the bar.
Stephnie Jenova: You do that..Bright.
Syndesis: Okay! Now let's go through her pockets----
Syndesis: ---wait, damn, bodystocking.
Syndesis: No pockets.
Syndesis: I knew there was a flaw with this plan.
Syndesis snaps her fingers.
Stephnie Jenova: ..We..We could -totally- draw on her, though...or even strip her...*Grins widely. All teeth*
Brightsky is drooling on the woodwork. Totally out like a light.
Syndesis: Naahhh, I think we've damaged what's left of her sanity already.
Stephnie Jenova: Heh. Alright...Now what, then?
Syndesis: Now, strippin' 'er and droppin' 'er off at old Cyb 8's place...
Stephnie Jenova: I don't..know where 8 -lives-, though.
Syndesis: Technicalities.
Syndesis: Well, I think he's got a locker in base.
Syndesis: Same difference.
Stephnie Jenova: Drop her in a public place..in..front of his locker? Tie her in a bow, too..?
Syndesis: Hn, nah, public miiight be a wee bit too much...
Syndesis: Maybe a gift card...
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"Reseeestunce ees fiutil. Yoo weeel bee Useemooletud. Borg Borg Borg."
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Syndesis. Hello.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Hittin' Peri soon as I swing by Wentworth's.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: I'm still expecting one more, so no problem.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Hey.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: *Grin devilishly*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Hey, the devil we know.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Oh, I assue you, I'm no devil.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: What, not even a little?
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: *Blinks, and is back to normal again*
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...Hey Bright, hey Syn.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Been takin' yer medication, kid?
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: I don't have medication.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: So. Not to complain, cause I love doing it, why are we fighting Crey?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: They were chasing our real targets away...
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Oh. Bastards.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Sec while I talk to Mister Maylor.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Tell 'im I said hi, but don't mention the money I owe 'im for that coffee.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...Do I want to know?
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Prob'ly not.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Alright then. And Bright, you're sure Bright today.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Who, me? I think it's just this eclipse thing...
[Tell]Stephnie Jenova: *Whispers to you* Want to confuse Syn with our costumes, or is that a all three of us together thing?
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: What caused the eclipse, anyhow?
[Tell]--Stephnie Jenova: *whispers back* i don't think she knows amber, so it prob'ly wouldn't work.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Dunno. Some kind of wierd spell effect or something.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: I blame Al Gore and global warming.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Who's Al Gore?
[Tell]Stephnie Jenova: *Whispers back* Right. We could confuse her with mine, though?
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Invented the Internet, accordin' to some, which would prob'ly make 'im a tech origin mastermind or somethin'.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Just sayin' tho.
[Tell]--Stephnie Jenova: not while we're working, steph.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: So..a villian?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: A politician.
[Tell]Stephnie Jenova: Right-o.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Same difference.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: A what?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: ...um.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: You handle this one, Bright.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *whistles*
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Somebody - gee, -thanks- - who makes their living being in charge of cities and things, and -got- there by persuading other people rather than... y'know... breaking heads.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Tho sometimes a small amount of 'eadbreaking is still involved.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...Like President Shinra..?
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: And Rufus, for that matter.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: I guess so.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Rufus murdered President Shinra, his Dad, to get power.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: I s'pose that's one way t'win a second term.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: term?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Murder isn't -supposed- to be part of it... usually isn't... but sometimes is.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: If that makes sense.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...This is a democracy thing, isn't it?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Mostly.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Whatever made ya think tha---yeah.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Ah. Well, they didn't get voted. They were jsut the strongest, at the time. Shinra made Dad, after all, and had a severly damamged Grandma in captivaty.
I'd better make sure my sidekick stays close by.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: And here I was thinkin' oil and big business were the surefire ways to political success.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: And after Wutai, most people were kinda afirad of pissing them off.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Except AVALANCHE, anyhow.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Were either of them people you'd -want- in charge?
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: No. They were -horrible- people.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: They mistreated, were like tyrants, -and- were using the Lifestream, that's dead innocent -souls-, as an energy source.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: ...damn.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Rufus got better after Meteor Day, though.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: ...agh!
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: And eventually even helped the WRO for awhile. Sorta.
I'd better make sure my sidekick stays close by.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: World Restoration Orginization, by the way.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: What, like the UN 'xcept it don't suck?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Preventing things like that is kinda the point of using democracy, I think....
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Started up before or after Dad's second attempt to destroy Gaia.
I'd better make sure my sidekick stays close by.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Rogue Isles, B. Rogue Isles.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Nothing works -all- the time. ^_^
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: And yeah, like the UN, except they don't suck. Helped stop the end of the world...though not Dad's. Doubt anyone besides Grandma, and Uncle Cloud can -really- take Dad.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: They stopped Omega, though.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Dunno what's scarier, yer family history...or the crazy corset-wearing clowns
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Depends. Are we counting Grandma's days as a planet killer?
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Next thing I know, yer gonna take out a photo album and we're gonna all be de----
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: I don't wanna know.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: You truly don't.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: You..-do- know she's the Harbinger of Death, right?
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: And here I thought most grandmothers just like, knitted and baked and stuff.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: *smiles* We're sure you're very proud. ^_^
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...You should meet my Grandma.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Uh, er...
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Maybe not we're sorta busy at the moment and all, like, y'know.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Crazy...clowns...
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: And this whole crazy clown business B is investigating.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: very time consuming.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: No time for social visits. Nope.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: *Laughs* Grandma? Social! *Laughs more*
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: *rubs her temple* Crazy -brain sucking- clowns.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: *Suddenly scowls* Oi! No sucking out my friend's brains!
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: *Tosses Bright asprin*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *grunts, while speeding up* Trick is to thinkathousandtimesfasterthannormal
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Nice work if you can get it.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: This is kinda fun for me, though. Never liked the Circus.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...Syn, did you just shoot lasars from your eyes?
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Hey, I'm all ghostie again.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: You get the planet killer, I get the mad scientist in my family tree.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...Er. Yeah, okay. *Doesn't want to ruin it by talking about Hojo*
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...Hey, Syn, are -you- dating someone? *Matchmaker glint in eyes*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: The day I spawn is when hell freezes over.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Ah.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Isn't that what birth control's for? *innocent, innocent*
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ..Speaking of which, are you on that, Bright?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Yup.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: B, I'm a no-fly zone.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *squints at B*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: But does yer dad know you have frequent flier miles?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: My dad's been dead for six years, y'know... But yeah, he did.
I'd better make sure my sidekick stays close by.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Oh. Yeah. I keep forgettin'.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: After all the times ol'Lord M tried, yer get used to the idea of the man being invincible.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: ...s'okay. I forget myself, sometimes.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Okay.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Think we're done 'ere.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Looks like a clean graveyard.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Looks like.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Hey, kid.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Looks like your clearance came through.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *makes a very fast grab for Brightsky*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *attempts to noogie her at super speed*
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Yeah. Looks like. *seems rather shocked*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Drinks on YOU!
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Congrats, Bright!
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: WAK! *flails*
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Yay! To the bar!
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *cackles evilly*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: C'mon, sickly-sweet coloured beverages with dubious names on fire are traditional.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: Fire. Joy.
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: *grinning anyway*
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Race you all there!
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: BARTEND---hey, wait, yer a floating tiki mask, how do you mix drinks?
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Oh.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Okay, that's...interesting...
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: ..damn, I didn't know yer could DO that to a coconut...
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: ...wow, is this s'posed to glow?
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: O.o
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: Neat!
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *hands a disturbing red cocktail to Brightsky*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Guy made this special.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *nods sagely*
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Hey, one more of those!
[SuperGroup]Brightsky: *eyes it for a moment, dubiously, then shrugs and tries to down it quick enough to avoid her tastebuds*
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: You know, as a tender, I could technically get us all free drinks.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Okay, I'll take that bobbing motion as a nod.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: But eh, whatever, what Bright's having. Only green, if you can do it. And on fire.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: (to the BP mask) So, you been workin' here long?
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Hey, hey, he's a floating TIKI MASK. These had BETTER be special drinks.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: No offense, but you're just a winged...superhuman...thing.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: Yeah.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: ...*Grabs Syn. Noggies her*
Brightsky: *looks at what's left of the cocktail* Hey, this actually isn't bad.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: H---hey, you'll make me spill my driiinkk...
Syndesis: Hey, like I said, bartender's a floating banished pantheon mask.
Syndesis: You know the drink -has- to be good.
[SuperGroup]Stephnie Jenova: *Let's her go*
Stephnie Jenova gets her own drink, sipping on it quietly.
[SuperGroup]Syndesis: *hmph* Thanks.
Brightsky finishes it. "I do?"
Syndesis: You do. And if yer don't, the drink ain't killed enough brain cells.
Brightsky: What the hell. Another, please?
Stephnie Jenova drinl
Syndesis: So B, what are your plans now you've hit level fifty?
Syndesis: Disneyland?
Stephnie Jenova: Five bucks says I can outdrink you both.
Brightsky: Besides nursing a hangover?
Brightsky: Umm...
Brightsky takes a drink.
Stephnie Jenova: *Eyes light up* Privite Vacation with Pete?
Brightsky: Haven't really thought about it.
Syndesis smirks, with glowing green eyes, regen metabolism speeding up.
Syndesis: Baaarrrtender... o/~
Brightsky has a blush on her cheeks. Really. That's all it is.
Syndesis cackles.
Brightsky: Maaaaayyybe.
Stephnie Jenova humming, as she drinks. "Bartender, a Experimental Number 1, please."
Brightsky: First I'm gonna need to finish this... Circus thing... for Mister Mayor.
Stephnie Jenova a bubbleing horrid green liqud is placed on the bar..looks almsot solid, and Stephnie takes it, sipping from it.
Syndesis arches an eyebrow.
Syndesis: Wow, and I thought the Back Alley Brawler special was bad.
Syndesis: Hey, hey, look at it -this- way...
Syndesis: Intoxicated mind is the best way to fight psionics.
Stephnie Jenova: Experimental's are the strongest drink they -have-...Besides a finished Gapple Juice, that is.
Syndesis: Can't read your moves if you're totally sloshed.
Brightsky knew going into this party that she was going to be the first to pass out.
Brightsky: Hmm. Guess not, at that.
Stephnie Jenova: One sec...*
Stephnie Jenova hops over the bars, and searches around, then places three lightly glowing, golden liquds on the counter.
Stephnie Jenova: Gapple Juices.
Stephnie Jenova hops back over.
Brightsky finishes her second and coughs quietly before looking at the menu. "Umm..."
Stephnie Jenova takes her, sipping, and smiling at the sweet taste.
Brightsky looks at the Gapple Juice. "...does it have an umbrella?"
Syndesis: I think the umbrella dissolved.
Syndesis: *pokes around inside the glass*
Syndesis: *lifts her hand up, finger fizzling*
Syndesis: Oh yeah.
Brightsky grabs a coffee swirler straw thing and dips it in the drink.
Syndesis: Jeez, you're not supposed to stick petroleum by-products in that!
Syndesis: 's dangerous!
Brightsky: ...it disssolved. O.O
Syndesis: WHAT DID I TELL YOU?
Brightsky lifts out the remaining 2/3s of the straw.
Syndesis: Look, if you're not gonna finish that...
Syndesis: *casually snags Brightsky's drink*
Brightsky was about to slide it to her anyway, so why make a fuss?
Syndesis: Yeah, it'd look like Steph has had one too many.
Stephnie Jenova blinks, and looks at the guy that smacked her.
Stephnie Jenova glares at him.
Brightsky gets a pina colada and hums as she starts on it.
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Stephnie Jenova then, picks him up, and throws him across the room.
Syndesis: 's not on fire. How boring.
Syndesis: And we've barely gotten started on the segment of the evenin' where Steph kills all the natives.
Brightsky: But it's got an umbrella! ^_^
Syndesis: Man, we just can't go out anywhere anymore...
Syndesis: Umbrella, point.
Stephnie Jenova chuckles, and palces her gapple juice down, the last sip undrank.
Brightsky pulls the thing out of the drink and pops it in her mouth to clean it off.
Stephnie Jenova: Hey, he slapped me. He was asking for it.
Brightsky has -no clue- what that looks like to her observers.
Syndesis: Yeah, but how do yer know it ain't some kinda mating ritual?
Syndesis: Like B over there.
Brightsky blinks at Syndesis. "Huh?"
Stephnie Jenova: ....Mating ritual gets him castrated, instead.
Stephnie Jenova: You're sucking on the umbrella, Bright. Looks..hm, how to put this...it looks sexy?
Brightsky crosses her eyes and looks down at the thing. "Oh. Whups."
Brightsky lets it drop to the counter and has some more of her drink.
Syndesis: Let me help this guy find Atlas. C'mon.
Stephnie Jenova hums, still not drunk. "So, buzze yet, Bright?"
Brightsky: Hmmm.
Brightsky sets down her drink and starts to float in midair.
Stephnie Jenova: Yeah, I'd say so. No flying while drunk, Bright.
Stephnie Jenova grabs her arm.
Brightsky blinks. "Snot any worse than walking..."
Stephnie Jenova: No walking then, either.
Brightsky: Mmm... kay.
Brightsky wraps both arms around steph's neck, piggy-back style.
Stephnie Jenova: You feeling okay? *Sips her drink again, now drinking sweet tea*
Brightsky is still holding on to her drink, though.
Stephnie Jenova: Well..this is certainl interesting.
Brightsky: Hmmm... Yup.
Brightsky takes a drink.
Stephnie Jenova: Just don't pass out, or kiss me...or touch my wings.
Brightsky: Hmmm?
Brightsky can't help but do so, at least partly, being draped over Stephnie's back as she is.
Brightsky squish
Stephnie Jenova shivers as they're rubbed, but ignores it mostly.
Brightsky: Izzn't the first the -point-?
Stephnie Jenova: So..why are you trying to get a piggy back ride again? And no, you pass out, I have ot carry you home. And I don't even no where your hosue -is-.
Syndesis: Sorry. Had to help the lost puppy.
Syndesis: And why is Brightsky trying t'...
Stephnie Jenova: Dunno. Told her she couldn't fly or walk, so she latched to my back instead.
Brightsky downs some more of her drink and rattles off an address in King's Row.
Syndesis: How cute.
Stephnie Jenova isn't really complaining about it.
Syndesis: We get to break into her place and leave her in bed covered in marker drawings.
Brightsky squints at Syndesis.
Stephnie Jenova: Oh, fun.
Syndesis salutes with her drink, innocently
Syndesis: Hey, it's traditional.
Brightsky: I wonder if you'd taste better or worse, now?
Stephnie Jenova: ...I don't want to know.
Syndesis: Hey, -I shower-.
Brightsky grins, all teeth.
Stephnie Jenova: ..Okay, yeah, I want to know. Bright, tell me.
Syndesis sticks out a gloved hand to Brightsky. "Hey, what do yer think I am, a buffet?"
Brightsky looks proud. And sloshed. "I bit one of her fingers off, once!"
Syndesis wiggles her hand. "....it grew back."
Stephnie Jenova: ...-Really-?
Syndesis glares.
Syndesis grins fondly. "Vicious little brat, weren'tcha?"
Brightsky snaps her teeth, grinning.
Stephnie Jenova: *Offers Bright her hand*
Syndesis: Hey, hey, if you want munchies we should just ask the bartender for peanuts or somethin'.
Stephnie Jenova: She always like this when she drunk?
Brightsky: You crushed my science project. And hitting you didn't work.
Syndesis: I crushed your -what-?
Syndesis: Look, sorry, but it's 'ard to be precise when yer comin' in through a window.
Stephnie Jenova: I'm going to guess you two have known eachother awhile...
Brightsky: Homework. For school. I'd worked on it for...
Brightsky stops and screws up her face, thinking.
Stephnie Jenova takes Bright's drink, and downs it.
Syndesis: Hey, yer could 'ave just told yer teacher that your evil arch-nemesis ate it.
Brightsky: ...hey! Steeeeepphh!
Stephnie Jenova: You're drunk enough.
Stephnie Jenova: Next thing I know, you'll start danceing topless.
Syndesis: Damn, and me without my...ah-HAH.
Brightsky: I'm not even slurring yet... and I couldn't, this is a one-piece.
Syndesis produces the small digital camera she uses for superhero crime scene work.
Syndesis: Awww.
Syndesis: Damnit, how's a girl supposed to get blackmail material if you don't cooperate?
Stephnie Jenova hands her another drink then. "If you say so."
Syndesis: You're just wrecking my nefarious schemes here, B.
Syndesis: Totally wrecking.
Stephnie Jenova: And syn, put away the camera.
Syndesis palms it in a blur of speed. "Awww."
Brightsky floats up over Steph's head and grabs straw off the counter, so she can shoot its wrapper at Syn.
Brightsky misses by a mile.
Syndesis leans back against the bar counter, watching the wrapper bounce off the bottles behind the bar.
Stephnie Jenova sits Bright down. "Bright. Sit."
Brightsky: Hm. Wrong one.
Syndesis: Sit, ubu, sit, good dog?
Brightsky starts working on her second drink the same way she did the first:
Stephnie Jenova jumps over the bar, and takes out a bunch of bottles, mixes them all into one, and then, sets them on fire. Then, downs it. Looks a b-it- drunk now.
Brightsky cleaning the umbrella.
Syndesis: Y'know, if my system takes in any more alcohol, I think I can leave a blazing trail when I run.
Syndesis: Hm.
Stephnie Jenova: Bright, you're sucking your umbrella ag--Oh, nevermind.
Syndesis: I gotta try that. BARTENDER---
Syndesis: ---ooh, cute, B.
Brightsky tucks the thing in her hair like a tropical flower. "Hm?"
Stephnie Jenova: Yeah, she's drunk.
Brightsky: 'Course I am.
Brightsky nods soberly.
Stephnie Jenova places another drink down for Bright. Grinning.
Syndesis: Careful, Steph, I don't think her liver can survive a few metric tonnes of ethanol like ours can.
Syndesis: We might have to buy her a new one.
Brightsky finishes the last third or so of her previous one before picking the new one up.
Syndesis: And do you know how much Doc Vahz charges for replacements?
Syndesis: Tsk.
Syndesis: 's a terrible market, I tell ya...
Brightsky: I'm goin' slow...
Brightsky: I'll passout first.
Syndesis: Oh, yer definitely going -somewhere-.
Syndesis: I'm just not sure it's slow.
Brightsky flips off Syndesis, grinning.
Syndesis: Or if it's slow, I dunno which bit if you is slow. Possibly the head.
Syndesis leans over, smirking at the finger. "What, you want me to bite YOURS off now?"
Brightsky sips at the new thing. "We could find out if I could make your teeth explode?" ^_^
Stephnie Jenova: No hurtign eachother, or I'll tie you both to your stools.
Syndesis: Hey, hey, my teeth grow back...
Brightsky shrugs and has some more of the anonymous thing Steph gave her.
Stephnie Jenova it -also- has an umbrella in it.
Brightsky had not noticed this fact until it shifts and bumps her in the nose.
Brightsky jumps a little and spills part of the drink across her chest.
Syndesis: It appears that our new hero of the city has been foiled by the nefarious plot of Doctor Umbrella.
Syndesis: Will Brightsky recover from this defeat?!
Stephnie Jenova is chukcleing.
Syndesis: Will her regular detergent deal with those insidious stains!
Brightsky looks down and thinks for a moment. "Aww, fuck."
Syndesis: And who's paying for our tab, anyway?
Syndesis: You know, the important questions.
Brightsky sets the drink down and grabs a napkin or two.
Stephnie Jenova: I'll pay for it.
Brightsky pat pat rub scrub pat.
Syndesis casually reaches over with her own wad of napkins, and starts mopping at Brightsky's chest. While still sipping from her own drink.
Stephnie Jenova: Got one set up so that it's Statesman's tab.
Brightsky: Heeeeyy, Steph? Did I gettit all?
Stephnie Jenova glances over. "Not yet."
Syndesis keeps mopping.
Syndesis leans, mops, leans a bit further, mops more, sickly-sweet drink soaking through the large chunk of paper napkins.
Brightsky peers down and finally notices that there's one too many hands involved.
Brightsky follows the arm back to Syn's face.
Stephnie Jenova humming, quite amused from this.
Brightsky: I -have- a boyfriend, y'know.
Syndesis: Huh, what?
Syndesis blinks.
Syndesis pats the last of the alcohol droplets away. "Good thing that suit's liquid-resistant."
Stephnie Jenova: Syn, are -you- drunk now as well?
Brightsky tries to grab Syn's hand and pull it away, but gets the angle wrong. Squish.
Stephnie Jenova: ...And I'm just going to enjoy this, instead. *Nods soberly*
Syndesis chucks the sodden wad over her shoulder, such that it lands in the bin behind the counter. She does not, apparently, notice where Brightsky's hand is.
Syndesis sips at her drink. "Huh? No."
Syndesis: 'course not.
Brightsky gets the motion right this time. "Personal. Priavte. Pete's, not yours."
Syndesis continues, still apparently oblivious to Brightsky's angle, "So what's this about a boyfriend, hn?"
Stephnie Jenova: She's dating 8, now.
Brightsky nods. "Aayup."
Brightsky picks her drink up again.
Syndesis: Cyberman?
Syndesis: Whoaa, didn't know he was attached.
Syndesis: Or had attachments.
Brightsky takes a drink. "Aayup. Miiiine."
Syndesis: Well, score one for open source.
Stephnie Jenova sips her drink again.
Stephnie Jenova: Also, I think you're gropeing syn, Bright.
Brightsky is leaning on the bar with one elbow to stay balanced, now.
Syndesis: Hn, wha?
Brightsky: [No, no - Bright tried to grab the wrist of the hand Syn was cleaning with, right?]
Syndesis is still quite daintily sipping from her drink.
Brightsky: [And ended up accidentally pushing it -in- rather than -away.-]
Syndesis: (Oh, I misread that as well)
Syndesis: Maybe I should move or something.
Brightsky: [Evidently my bad, then. Whoops.]
Syndesis turns to look at Brightsky.
Syndesis: Naaahhhh.
Brightsky: Heyy, Steeph?
Stephnie Jenova: Hm?
Brightsky: Are -you- drunk yet?
Stephnie Jenova: ...Getting there.
Brightsky nods, satisfied. That is as it should be.
Syndesis: Don't get drunk...'lest I wanna...
Syndesis: ...need an oil tanker's worth, yeah...
Syndesis: Really.
Stephnie Jenova: I could finish my Gapple juice, if you -want- me to be drunk.
Syndesis nods with perhaps a bit too much vigor.
Stephnie Jenova: Heh. I win the $5.
Syndesis: Hey, hey, do you -want- me to burn all this alcohol out of m'system? It'd be a waste of a good buzz and prob'ly cheating but...
Syndesis swirls her drink, glaring.
Syndesis seems to finally realise where her hand is, when she lifts and points it at Stephnie.
Syndesis pauses, looks from Stephnie to Brightsky.
Syndesis blinks once, twice, three times.
Syndesis: ...oh.
Syndesis: Huh,
Syndesis: Well.
Stephnie Jenova: No, no, it's okay. *Smiles, and grabs her Gapple Juice, finishing it..and suddenly looking -quite- drunk*
Stephnie Jenova: 'Kay...drunk now...
Syndesis: Oh cool.
Stephnie Jenova: Gapple Juices...Get you drunk instantly, if you finish them.
Syndesis leans back along the bar counter, arms outstretched, coming dangerously close to spilling her drink. She tips her neck and head all the way back so she's looking up at the Tiki Mask bartender from below.
Syndesis: So, hey, yer doin' anything later?
Stephnie Jenova: ...It's a Tiki..mask, Syn.
Brightsky flops off of her stool while reaching for her drink.
Syndesis: Yeah, so, what's yer point?
Syndesis: You have something against masks?!
Stephnie Jenova sighs, and leans down..she's a rathar coherent drunk, and pick Bright up, settign her on her stool.
Syndesis: I mean see Bright over there, she clearly has no problems makin' out with the floor.
Stephnie Jenova: I...-very- much doubt that he can even -leave- the D, Syn.
Syndesis: Yeah, so?
Stephnie Jenova: ..Nevermind.
Brightsky: Hmmm.
Brightsky: Iiiiii think... that I am going to take a nap, now.
Brightsky finishes her drink and lays her head on the bar.
Stephnie Jenova: You do that..Bright.
Syndesis: Okay! Now let's go through her pockets----
Syndesis: ---wait, damn, bodystocking.
Syndesis: No pockets.
Syndesis: I knew there was a flaw with this plan.
Syndesis snaps her fingers.
Stephnie Jenova: ..We..We could -totally- draw on her, though...or even strip her...*Grins widely. All teeth*
Brightsky is drooling on the woodwork. Totally out like a light.
Syndesis: Naahhh, I think we've damaged what's left of her sanity already.
Stephnie Jenova: Heh. Alright...Now what, then?
Syndesis: Now, strippin' 'er and droppin' 'er off at old Cyb 8's place...
Stephnie Jenova: I don't..know where 8 -lives-, though.
Syndesis: Technicalities.
Syndesis: Well, I think he's got a locker in base.
Syndesis: Same difference.
Stephnie Jenova: Drop her in a public place..in..front of his locker? Tie her in a bow, too..?
Syndesis: Hn, nah, public miiight be a wee bit too much...
Syndesis: Maybe a gift card...
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"Reseeestunce ees fiutil. Yoo weeel bee Useemooletud. Borg Borg Borg."
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."