expiationlogs | The Last Drop Grand Opening

Who: Whoever would like to attend the grand opening mingle at the Last Drop
Where: Entertainment District – The Last Drop
What: The grand opening of the night club / bar
Warnings: Alcohol and low-level drugs

The Last Drop opens big and loud with neon lights and music that booms from within to be heard from the streets. There are two large bouncers at the door, but they were allowing people in very freely on this night until the room was at capacity then there would be a line. The bouncers only stop those who are already three-sheets to the wind and could cause trouble, but otherwise, they are there to break up trouble as the night wears on.

Inside, there was smoke machines, flashing lights, loud music and the drinks were flowing to anyone that wanted. There was plenty of dancing, some dart boards along the walls, a jukebox, tables and booths for patrons to have drinks and discuss business.

There are stairs that lead up to a second floor to one side of the bar, lights on the stairs. There were people lounging on the stairs and it seemed to be ‘employees only’. Patrons were allowed the lounge there as well if they were tired of dancing or the tables or booths were occupied.

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[ He is, blessedly, not a crier. Though his glassy eyes look up at Silco like Silco has read his thoughts and put them into words. ]

Yeah. That.

[ Peter worries his lip and pulls himself up off the table, groaning at the change in orientation. His head was perfectly happy against the cool, horizontal structure of the table. Now he's sitting up. Vertically. It sucks. But conversations don't tend to happen when one guy is face-down on a table. ]

You'd do that for me, man?

[He nodded his head in understanding. He hadn't come here alone, and he expected he would be just fine even if he had, he knew that wasn't the same for everyone else. Sad drunk people apparently wanted their buddies, which... wasn't uncommon. Silco was just odd in that he preferred to drink alone.]

Of course. You've made the effort to be a patron to my establishment, and I have no issue arranging to see you home safely. Where are you currently living?

[This one didn't seem drunk enough to not know where they were sleeping at least.]

[ Sometimes you go out drinking to make friends! Sometimes you out drinking to remind yourself that you're not totally alone and a loser... he's not a loser, that's just the one-too-many-drinks talking. ]

Oh.

[ He does need a moment to decipher Silco's words, because he's very well-spoken and Peter is presently running a little slow. ]

Uhhh, the apartments? [ No particular address? ] I usually just, uh, mark it on my HUD.

[ He flips a hand towards his face and a glass visor encases all of it, red-pink "eyes" flickering vibrantly. Actually, it makes everything in Peter's vision take on a pink hue which... He flicks it back off, the visor disappearing once again. ]

Whoa, okay, bad idea. That was bright.

[The apartments. Well, that was a good start, though he found himself staring at the strange technology. It reminded him of some of the glasses used against neon lights, but there was definitely something more high technology than he was used to.]

Indeed, it was. Did you find the information that you were looking for in that light?

[He could pepper with questions after he had information, but he didn't want the distraction in case this one might pass out at some point. Likely not drunk enough for that.]

[ Peter just nods, giving himself a moment to blink out the lights that appeared in his vision. ]

Yeah, it's, uh. Second floor. Room 21.

[ He blinks a few more times, bringing a hand up to stroke his temples. He couldn't just write it down, could he? Had to store it in his HUD... ]

Boy, I am not gonna forget that again.

[He made a mental note of the location, not because he planned on providing personal escort or anything. No, it was good to know where people lived in case he needed to have someone beat their skull in at a later date. Or spy on their activities. There were a number of choices.]

That device you are using is not a technology I recognize. Is it from where you come from, or did our keepers grant it to you?

[He folded his hands behind his back, clasping one wrist in the hand of the other as he observed the sad drunk man.]

I've made mental note on your behalf as well.

Thanks, dude!

[ Peter grins, innocent the way only a drunk man can be. You know what, both of those options would be totally valid and Peter should know better than to offer his home address but his home address is normally a spaceship, so these are just things he'll have to get used to! ]

Oh, yeah, this? [ He moves to tap the side of his head, but stops at the last moment. Right, let's not repeat that mistake. ] Yuup, this is from home! Stole it off some slavers, then my buddy Rocket modded it for me so it'd run on the same power as my blasters.

[ He pauses. It's a dramatic pause. ]

...It makes everything really pink.

[There were several words in that explanation that took some processing and some of them were ones he made a mental note to ask his daughter about. She was the 'hip' one when it came to technology, and he cared only enough about to lingo to know when someone was lying to him.]

Slavers, hmm? [His eyes dropped slightly, expecting he knew what a blaster might look like.] And what power source would that be? We lack most here, which is a shame. This place can be very basic.

[He made a noise in his throat.]

Careful. My daughter may have interest in looking through them if she hears that. Pink is a favourite of hers.

The Last Drop Grand Opening

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