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 Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:01 pm
Ever laughed again; maybe he would actually have done it, but for now he didn't. Instead he chugged the last of his vodka tonic and flipped to the page before the checklists, eyes scanning the page for something recognizable in the mess.
He found a word here, a word there; narrowed his eyes and tried to focus through the swimming of alcohol. Eventually, though, he had to give up, with a sharp noise and a flick of a look up to Zac. He offered the little book back. "Finish your drink and I'll go get another round."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:04 pm
Zac snatched the notebook back like he was golem and someone just returned 'the one ring' to his possession and stuffed it in his pocket before drinking the last of his drink in several large swings before pulling a face.
"Christ... I think they had extra syrup or something in that..." He said and shook his head as though trying to clear it.
He wavered still on the formality of offering to help pay for the next round before deciding he was too irritated to be 'that nice' just at the moment.
"Spent a long time making sure people couldn't just read it either..." He grumbled.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:14 pm
"You did a pretty good job, but I bet I could crack it." It sounded like a fun challenge, and Ever took it up with a flash of a grin -- grabbing both glasses and levering himself up out of his chair.
"You stay here. Guard the table or someone'll steal it. Try not to get caught up with anyone really creepy..." He looked amused, shaking his head and backing up a step. "I'll be back in just a few, assuming the crowd's not too bad."
And with that he disappeared back toward the bar.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:21 pm
Zink waved a foot around till he hooked the leg of Ever's chair and dragged it towards the table so he could hook the other forward leg with his other foot. It looked absurd but he looked nothing if not determined to guard not only the table but the chairs as well... including a scowl at a rather clearly bleached out blond who's bellybutton ring looked brighter than she did.
It was hard to look intimidating at 5 foot tall but he did his best... and did a few scans to try and spot the rest room too just in case.
Man he felt.. a little off too, maybe it was just too hot in here...huh.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:41 pm
He'd have a little time before Ever came back -- looking a little harried and maybe a little twitchy, but with drinks in hand. It looked like, maybe, that hadn't been the best acquiring a drink possible. And he was still licking his lips as he dropped down into his chair.
There was a little bit more rum in Zac's drink this time. Thinking that, boozed up as he was, he wouldn't notice. Ever held it out and shook his head, eyes flicking back toward the bar. "No trouble?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:45 pm
"What happened?" he asked first. Normally their might have been an inquisitive stare or something or some snippy joke but he just asked flat out, count on the short sociopathic obsessive information gatherer to notice even when tipsy.
He took the drink but glanced over his shoulder and back at the bar.
"You hit on someone and get turned down? Or... did you see someone you knew?" He turned and squinted through the swarms of people, the alcohol safely settling into his system and making him rather on the tipsy side.
Head for alcohol? Yeah not so much...
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:49 pm
He made a noise, curling his hands around his cup and rolling his shoulders back against the chair. Ever spoke into his cup, words muffled and muted, mostly so that no one else could easily make out what he said. Zac was entitled to it. "I stole a five out of the tip jar while the tender was pouring shots."
And there had been a loud group of sorority girls, but never mind that. His eyes slid away to the dance floor, instead, head tipped to the side, maybe wishing that he was out there. It was hard to tell. "Um. After this, I could kinda go for a cigarette..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:00 pm
A long pause as the information processed. He took a sip of his drink while he thought about it and stared at the cup.
"It's a good thing for you I am an altruistic sociopath who finds you frustrating but interesting enough to preserve for the time being." Funny... being drunk made that sound almost more like an honest confession than a partial joke.
"... If you... show me to the rest room, there is a little smoke bomb in my shoe, don't laugh... I just thought i'd offer because it's amusing to think of the reactions and it's probably better cover than 'going out for a cigarette."
The reality of that statement was... I need a place to change into uniform after I finish my drink so I can get my smoke bomb, use the crystal, feel generally better about being here and leave you none the wiser....
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:06 pm
That got a blink and a flick of a look in Zac's direction, surprised more than anything else: and then there was his smile, sudden and bright on his face. Ever covered it well, but in that moment, Zac would be able to catch the pink on his cheeks, the wobble in his hand, the slight distance in his eyes -- and notice that Ever was not at peak condition, himself.
"Well, um, I mean, I actually do want a cigarette. But if you want to cause a scene, I wouldn't mind." It sounded highly entertaining, really, so long as they didn't get caught. "...finish the drinks first, though."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:10 pm
"Christ it's just a -soda-" He muttered, but if Ever was stealing from the tip jar maybe that meant a lot... he took a couple large swings and made another face. "Man... that has got to be like... discount mart brand or something." He said staring at the cup like it was offensive, though at least he didn't shove it away. "If we ever do this again... -I- chose where we go to have fun...even if I have to pay..." he paused and then added. "And if you call it a date I -will- boot your shin because it's VERY bootable right now...just thought you should know that. You should also know you have NO concept of personal space... I think your trying to move into mine but people always tell me I'm paranoid about that... and NO...I don't -always- have a smoke bomb it was something I was ... I don't know it ... seemed like a good idea...christ why can I not shut up!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:16 pm
The chatty drunk made Ever's grin go helpless, an edge of laughter smothered into the lip of his glass. He draped one arm back behind his chair and tipped back a little, fighting down the urge to shove his feet into Zac's personal space just to mess with him a little more. There could be more of that later.
"Don't worry shortie." Oh, damn, the laughter bubbled out with it, he fought against a snort. "I don't really date. But we can go out again, and we'll see where it goes, huh?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:19 pm
"I Tried dating once... it didn't -WORK." he informed Ever on no uncertain terms. "Love is BULLSHIT... all it does is mess things up, I knew better to...I VERY much knew better. sinks its stupid hooks into you and you get all confused and... and..." he trailed off and stared at the soda again.
"...You b*****d...You spiked my drink!"
He made a clumsy BOOT at the invading lanky legs and at best tagged them with a toe before sliding in the chair and gripping the table balance quite less precarious than he seemed to think it was.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:26 pm
...and there it was, the restrained laughter bubbling out of him as his chair wobbled and Ever struggled to right himself. His drink sloshed, a splash of precious vodka escaping out one side. Alas. It didn't quite kill his amusement, though.
"Well, yeah. What's the fun otherwise?" At least he didn't try to deny it. Ever grinned, bright-eyed, and offered a twitchy shrug. "What about that distraction?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:01 am
Zac gritted his teeth, must not change here, must not change in front of witnesses just to grabble star seeds in a fit of temper. Ever had potential, that was all there was to it, and the shenanigans could be directed at senshi IF he was worth it, the jury was still out on that front.
He took a deep breath and demanded the location of the bathroom, once pointed out he stood, wobbled -just- slightly and put on the most ridiculously determined expression to keep his balance, and...with that same expression of nearly homicidal determination made his tipsy way to the men's room, he did a pretty good job all things considered, using his height to get around some people, nearly trampled by another who he glared daggers at...but he did make it.
Operation Smoke bomb seemed to be off to a...tottering start.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:11 am
Poor Zac. Ever watched him go and -- and, well, he really meant to hang out there, to sit and guard the table as well as Zac had, but somehow, once he'd finished off his drink, that resolve crumbled away into nothing. Instead he levered himself up, took two steps away, and the table was snatched up by greedy vultures.
Oh well. Too late now.
When Zac re-emerged, he'd spot the white hair a bit away: on the edge of the dance floor, not dancing particularly well but shameless in a way that covered up for it, at least. With cowboy boots.
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