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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 3, 2012 21:03:23 GMT -5
Cross walked into the dark and muggy bar and waved at Freed who was cleaning a glass and talking with some random guy who looked drunk off his ass. She tugged Sam in and found a seat at the end of the bar, well away from the drunk and slurring man. "Now Sammy do you promise to try everything I tell you to?" she asked with a grin as she waved Freed over with her hand. Sam was about to get a few lessons in new age socialization and fun times.
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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 3, 2012 21:13:20 GMT -5
Sam gulped as he was pulled down onto a bar stool. The lighting was bad, the smell was worse, and the young scientist didn't care much for warm temperatures. Still, if he could learn here, perhaps it was worth the uncomfortable conditions.
"That depends," Sam said, deciding that if he had to be here, he would be here on his own terms. After being dragged through the streets to this stool by the hand, he was beginning to wonder just what he'd gotten himself into. "Do these requests have anything to do with the stipulations of courtship you mentioned at the Wok?"
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 3, 2012 21:29:04 GMT -5
Cross grinned and winked at Sam before ordering a quick start up shot. "Well of course." she replied sliding the shot in front of him and placing the plate of lime slices between the two. "You see, although this is Ookami territory, Freed and I are good friends. So there's no problems being here and you can take some lessons on fun and a few on socialization. A few more that is." she replied with a grin. "Now we're going to lick our wrists and pour some salt on them then take the shot, really fast, you don't want to let it sit in your mouth. Just a warning. Then we're going to lick the salt and bite the lime. Got it?"
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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 3, 2012 21:38:22 GMT -5
"What's in the shot?" Sam asked tentatively. "For that matter, how does this exercise share a causal link with stipulations of courtship?" Was Sam being tricked? What if Cross was in cahoots with this Freed fellow, and they were planning to harvest his research on Project Exodus? In the wrong hands (i.e., anyone actually interested in seeing the war's conclusion), such knowledge could be detrimental to the balance of the world.
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 3, 2012 21:46:51 GMT -5
Cross sighed and set the shot that she was getting ready to throw back down on the bar. "This has everything to do with the stipulations of courtship or whatever it is you said. Drinking is one of the best ways to get to know somebody and have a little extra fun trying things. This shot is tequila. It'll burn a little going down but its a good kick start. I'm not going to take advantage of you or anything so chill." she replied.
She licked her wrist and shook a good amount of salt on it then grabbed her shot. "Now, are you ready?"
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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 3, 2012 22:48:08 GMT -5
Sam looked reluctantly at the little glass of tequila and the salt shaker in front of him. The tequila didn't look very tasty, but perhaps learning about these customs would help him adapt; for what purpose, he knew not, but an extra skill or two was always handy. He removed one of his wristbands, the screen on it glinting as he set it on the bar. When his bare wrist was revealed, white scar marks were revealed along with it. They were nothing to be concerned over, but Sam didn't like having to tell the story about how he got them and what secret they hid. Hoping that Cross would not see the scars, Sam quickly shook the salt onto his licked wrist, preparing to take the shot.
"Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose," he answered, picking up the shot glass.
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 3, 2012 22:54:32 GMT -5
Cross smiled triumphantly. "Alright, on the count of three. 1, 2, 3." On three she downed the shot and followed up with her salty wrist and the lime. The tequila burned as it went down but the sour salt and lime helped cool the burn and distract her. She set the shot glass back down and smiled at Sam. "Welcome to the land of alcohol." she announced cheerily.
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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 3, 2012 23:00:27 GMT -5
Sam shot back the tequila, but could barely get the burning liquid down his throat. He tried licking his wrist and biting the lime, but still came out of it with a screwed-up face and a wheezing cough or two.
"I don't think I approve of this world's customs..." sputtered Sam, wiping his mouth and grabbing for his wristband. He put it on so hurriedly that it ended up backwards. That was fine, though, considering he didn't think he'd be using the little computers anymore that day.
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 3, 2012 23:06:30 GMT -5
Cross laughed and passed him a water that Freed had left. "Don't worry, we'll go with something less potent next time." she replied with a smile. She signaled Freed for a round of several sweet drinks. "These next few are sweeter. Strawberry margarita to start with." she stated as Freed set the drinks down. She passed one over to Sam. "Go ahead, try it. It's not as bad as straight tequila." She licked some of the salt off her rim and drank slowly. Too much would give a person a bad case of brain freeze.
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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 3, 2012 23:26:48 GMT -5
Sam looked down at the margarita hesitantly. What was it with these drinks and salt? Didn't anyone know that simply containing water does not enable a beverage to hydrate one who ingests it? Deciding it better not to question this, especially in a room full of people who were there to become inebriated, Sam took a drink from the glass, resisting the urge to grimace. Straight or otherwise, the tequila was still rather potent, and it gave the strawberry-flavored slushie-like drink an odd aftertaste.
"This seems reminiscent of common portrayals of higher living," Sam said, taking a grateful drink of the water. He didn't mean to be a buzz-kill (no pun would have been intended, had he vocalized this thought), but this wasn't turning out to be very fun. At least Cross hadn't mentioned his wrist. Maybe she hadn't even seen it.
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 4, 2012 19:12:09 GMT -5
Cross rolled her eyes and sipped her margarita. "Nobody said it was higher living, it's just something that people do. You could always try some wine. That's more fancy." she replied with a smirk.
Cross continued sipping her drink as she kicked her feet back and forth, barely hitting the bar with the tip of her boot. "So tell me about yourself, more than I know already."
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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 4, 2012 22:17:22 GMT -5
"I'm not sure what I haven't told you already," Sam faked, mentally a bit glad Cross hadn't understood his joke about higher living. He was really referring to the fact that fancy people seemed to consume things that tasted awful, and do things that were utterly boring, just because it was the social norm for that cultural sect. If this was what the current demographic did for fun, Sam had no idea why that was the case. He spied a bottle that Freed had set among the other drinks, one that was labelled to have a wild grape flavor. Luckily, it wasn't far from him, and he casually took it and gave it a taste. Miraculously, this wine cooler thing had a flavor not unlike a grape soda. "What exactly did you want to know?"
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 5, 2012 15:41:08 GMT -5
Cross shrugged. "I dunno that's why I asked." she replied sipping her drink and enjoying the relaxed state the alcohol was putting her in. "Okay I can't think of anything." she stated stumped. Usually she was good with conversation but she felt like she was at a loss. She couldn't think of anything and she wasn't really in the mood to make Sam drink everything.
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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 5, 2012 19:58:15 GMT -5
"Perhaps I could start naming off random factoids?" Sam suggested. He got the feeling that Cross was troubled somehow. Could he possibly have presented her with some sort of emotional barrier; some blockade which she felt she could not bypass? This feeling made Sam feel guilty, and he desired to help assuage Cross's apparent unease. "For example, mutations run in my family."
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 5, 2012 20:27:40 GMT -5
Cross's eyes widened and her eyebrows rose. "You're kidding me? Like mutations that give you an extra eye or something? Well obviously YOU don't have an extra eye but still." she responded with immediate interest. You don't just spout off mutations without the hopes of getting a good reply.
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