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starlogs2017-03-07 10:14 pm
realimperfect) wrote in starlogs2017-03-07 10:14 pm
[ open / closed ] ✄ All I do is cry and complain cause seconds aren't the same
WHO: Re-L Mayer & Various Characters
WHERE: All over Bajikan
WHEN: Throughout the month of March
WHAT: Catchall Log for Bajikan Debauchery™
WARNINGS: Drinking, swearing, give-a-damn’s being busted, more to be added possibly/probably
Closed threads will be marked as such for ease, otherwise, completely open!
( Closed to Sombra/Carolina - March 18th-ish? )
[ How Re-L had been talked in to this in the first place was.. well, beyond her at this point. Casual and controlled tastings of liquors had rapidly turned in to learning all the tools of the trade of binge drinking - (thanks, Sombra) - and tonight it yet another night that Re-L finds herself dragged ("dragged") to a bar alongside the other woman, dressed in something more low cut than she'd ever worn in her life that probably needed some sort of fashion tape but, to hell with it.
She takes another brightly colored drink as it's offered without a blink, really, numb anymore to the too sweet before and rubbing alcohol after, eyes screwing shut for a moment before straightening back out. Tomorrow may be another recovery day, but well, it wasn't the absolute worst.
Re-L turns to Sombra, leaning closer so that she'd be heard over the music - ]
What the hell is that, to your right, 3 o'clock?
DISASTER: INCOMING
not long enough, because she's looking right back. raising her cocktail, catching the straw with a pointed sip and a cross of a long leg.
no business tonight, just pleasure — and dancing's one of the most pleasurable things in any universe, on any planet, feeling the heavy bass in her fucking bones. god, she missed this. she's barely felt alive in the past couple of months, but between making up with reaper and having a good time with teammates (something she'd never allow herself to do if she had any choice in the matter), well...
the smile sombra aims at her is a genuine one.)
Are you trying to slip me something, or is there actually anything worthwhile to look at over there?
(yeah, she's going to have a hard time seeing out of the bubble she's currently in. you're the observant one here, re-l.)
PREPARES FOR IMPACT
[ In her typical oblivious way Re-L doesn't seem to notice a damn thing other than the fact that the cut of her dress seems to be getting her drinks faster. There's a bonus, apparently, to being well built and pale as all hell, and well.. she probably wore that odd necklace because it hangs just so to draw attention downward. Even if it wasn't the flashiest thing on all of Bajikan, there's no way she's taking it off now.
Her first attempt at entering a club had been almost like an out of body experience, if she's honest - the music had been strange and the throb of the crowd had left her almost tempted to bolt - but in a bid of using a bit of self-control to maybe get in some fun, she instead forced herself to stay and - well -
She's currently working on her fourth hangover in nearly the same amount of days at the moment drinking alongside Sombra, and that was certainly saying something. There still wasn't much to be said for her skill at dancing, but there was still time left on planet last she checked - ]
Sorry to burst your bubble but I fail to see why I would need to slip you anything if that was my intention. [ Probably over stepping her actual level of ability, when it came to being a seductress, there. By a lot. ]
There's an alien that looks a bit like if you crossed a cartoon dinosaur with a frog and I'm more than a little disturbed by it. I don't know how the hell you missed it unless you're already that far gone.
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yeah, she's drunk.
but sombra does take a look down the length of the bar with an almost immediate, unladylike snort that makes her jerk on her barstool. it really doesn't fit with the classic "little black dress" image, some lacy number she's wrapped her curves in, which somehow gives it more personality regardless of the fact that she'd rather be in a pair of sweatpants behind a computer screen. eating doritos and spilling booze and energy drinks on her floor.)
That thing's fucked. I love this planet. (a swivel, flipping ombre hair back with a pointed raise of an eyebrow aimed at re-l.) You should ask him to dance.
(NUDGING HER ELBOW WITH HER OWN.)
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Little girl? Knock it off. [ Had this been anyone but Sombra, and had she had any less drinks sitting in her belly - she'd have been a bit more insulted. But, thankfully, alcohol had proven to be a prime relaxer for even Re-L and the permanent rail up her
assback bone, as she leans against the bar top. She's refused to sit down for a bit now, intent on showing off those new, pricey heels she'd probably ruin stumbling back to the ship later tonight, but for now they're pristine and some kind of alien leather - ]To dance? [ Cue an expression of abject horror, nose curling. ]
You've lost your damn mind. You do it.
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(snickering at her, eyes dropping to long legs. so she can't help herself when beautiful women are involved, there's no price to pay for this except maybe getting called out — and that just makes it all the more fun. or funny, she hasn't decided yet, humming at the cute shoes. nice taste.)
What, you don't think he's cute? I was sighting him out for you, not me. He's, uh...
(... SIPS DRINKS...)
Not my type.
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I'm almost twenty, thank you. Another month. [ Oops - drunk enough to let that one slip out without too much thought. Either way she's not expecting Sombra to remember or throw her a birthday party of any kind - if she did, it just might embarrass her to death anyway. She may have caught Sombra looking, but Re-L is nothing but vain when it comes to her looks, and she knows she has legs for days, so..
Go 'head Sombra. For once she's not going to chastise her, so long as it's only looking.
A chuckle rolls out as Sombra calls the alien cute, shaking her head as if to say she didn't know what mad house the other woman belonged in, but she definitely belonged in one. ]
In what way? That's he's hideous, a different species, or a he in general?
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(excuse the filth coming out of her mouth, she's hammered and has hedonistic tendencies.
either way, that's a date she will purposely forget, never one to make something of her friendships with others. because that's what this is, despite their unwillingness to acknowledge it — and so long as it never is, they can keep it up and let loose like this.
nice to know she has permission to ogle, though. vanity's only ever charming when worn by women.)
I can't keep this joke up, man, I'm fucked too. (a bob of her head to the synthetic beats making her feel right at home, alien electronica and binaural bass lines a trip to be sure.) Who knows, though, maybe it's both. I can't keep up with alien anatomy and, while I'm a curious woman, I'm not that curious. Jesus.
(a spin on her stool, leaning back against the bar and letting her head loll heavily. the alcohol is nice, god, so much about this feels normal.)
Feels like we're on Earth.