5th Dusting

[makeitquick]

[Voice]

Hey, Azusa - ...Or anyone, I guess. Gonna risk beer. Want in?

[SO CLASSY, MEL.]

[Action]

[And then, as promised, you might see one Melaka Fray at good spirits... risking beer, as it was. Which is indeed a risk - the spirits they used in Haddyn were different than this and she's not familiar with normal, natural-ish ingredients. She'll only have a little, but that's enough to make her feel quite warm and quite silly. So you might catch her there, with her beer or with a cola in the downtime... or you might catch her outside on this night as she tries to cool herself down.

Once again, the duel with Harth was inconclusive. And she still doesn't know where he is. Where could he actually be hiding? It's obnoxious. ...and then, with a surprise, she finds that she can see her breath as a foggy thing in the night air. She actually starts at that, not expecting it. Weird. So weird.

Oh, and she has her weapons on her through this, of course - blaster, stake, and a sword which she mercifully puts on the counter in the bar itself]

Comments

[action]

[all7seas]

Beer?! Why if you weren't a slayer, I'd give you some of this Screech.

[He gestures at the bottle, which has a compass on the label.]

And that would be true daring.

[action]

[makeitquick]

Why's that? Stronger?

[Sizing up this bottle now]

[all7seas]

Hmmm? Nah. Because I'd likely have my hair cut off and stuffed down my throat if I tried any such thing.

[he poured himself a glass of the stuff.]

[makeitquick]

[...Pfffthahaha] What? Who's lookin' after me that much?

[all7seas]

The saints and stars above, sweetheart. [He raises his glass to toast her before choking the vile stuff down. When he speaks again, his voice is noticeably harsher and higher.]

Just like mum used to make.

[makeitquick]

[...Wow. That was odd. But she sips her cola, non-pulsed]

What's a saint?

[all7seas]

A saint, love, is a very very very very very very very very very good dead person what will watch over you. And what will disapprove of the Screech, upon my soul.

1/2

[makeitquick]

[...]

[makeitquick]

[She just bursts out laughing, setting down her glass to grab her sides]

[all7seas]

[Charming Slayers: apparently this is a talent of his, and he is not sorry about that.]

What? Don't laugh, you'll soil their feelings!

[makeitquick]

Hey, if they're so good and dead, I fig they're good for it.

[She says after the laughing trails off. Ridic man]

[all7seas]

Do you want to try my Screech? As a matter of personal choice?

[It's the most foul rotgut liquid known to man. And exceedingly high in its alcohol content. Not Romulan Ale caliber, but pretty bad.]

[makeitquick]

...Not sure. [Really, she just doesn't like being told that she can't. It does smell from over here even]

[all7seas]

In that case, you'd better not. Only folks as are sure should drink it. [He helps himself to a hearty sip; even Jack Sparrow can't help but make a face at the Screech.]

[makeitquick]

Kinda look you you aren't liking it. [lightly. There's a bit of concern, but mostly she's just curious]

[all7seas]

Oh, it's not so bad! I'm rather used to the flavor, now. It requires some peanuts to make it go down smoother, in point of fact.

1/2

[makeitquick]

Huh.

[makeitquick]

Well, if you're spled for it.

[all7seas]

I have no idea what that means.

[He pours some off in a glass and sets it in front of her, along with a few peanuts.]

You can decide whether you like it or not for yourself.

[makeitquick]

[...Okay, that's fair. She looks at the cup a moment, and then leans in to sniff at it before anything. Get a feel for what it smells like up close]

[all7seas]

[Jack will just keep drinking. He's got an eye on what she's doing but he is trying not to be too obvious about it.]

[makeitquick]

[Okay it smells funky... now let's... stir it with a pinky, still looking at it from angles]

[all7seas]

It's not going to jump down your throat, you know. You actually DO have to drink it.

[makeitquick]

[TURN, glare. And then he draws out her pinky, to suck on the end of it.


...wow this tastes awful even in this small increment. Cough]

[all7seas]

So? Verdict? Spled or not so spled?