The Last Drop Grand Opening

[conflictresolution]

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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i.

[starguy]

[ Peter is enjoying the bar's atmosphere -- he's had a few drinks, he's danced, he's even chatted up a few folks, which is how he ends up wandering towards the booths and spotting Spock on his own. The amount of martini glasses on his table can't possibly have all gone to him, right? Well, Peter intends to find out. It's as good an ice breaker as any, isn't it? And Peter's never afraid of breaking the ice. ]

Damn, dude, you sure know how to put 'em away!

[ashaya]

[ He has been assured that that is indeed the goal of such locales. At least, that is what both Jims had told him in their own manner of speaking. It is something he ruminates on frequently, their individual diction. Fascinating, how circumstances can change a person's base vocabulary. Even so, he can hear the subtle stutter-shift of an approach even over the roar of music. And, gauging his current state, he is not yet particularly intoxicated in a way that would be noticeable without his rising from his seat.

He thinks.

Well, he'd certainly taken on Klingons and their blood wine before. A few chocolate martinis won't kill him. Three, to be precise. He'd kept himself appropriately hydrated and put in some order or another for bar fare that wouldn't violate his dietary principles and Jim's innumerable allergies.

That's all to say: Spock lifts his head. His notes are becoming increasingly cramped across his page, but the lettering is impeccable (the adjacent leaf isn't really - it's more a mish-mash of doodles and equations in a very different hand). If Peter was hoping for a clear picking up of what he was placing down as an implication? The minute furrow that forms between Spock's dark brows seems to tell tale to the contrary. ]

And what is it that I am putting away? [ He can make a few inferences, but goodness knows with Humans. Their idioms are colorful and strange on the best days. It seems likely he's referring to the glassware or the drinks themselves, but he's been told that it's not expected in this establishment. Curious. ]

[starguy]

[ Peter, being Peter, is a simple man. He has no intention of snooping on Spock's notes, though he does notice the two kinds of scrawls -- or, perhaps more correctly, the one type of scrawl and one type of perfect penmanship. Two guesses as to which is which, and the first guess doesn't count. ]

Drinks, my man!

[ Peter smiles, not troubled in the least by having to explain his idiom. This dude has pointed ears and he's pretty sure he recognizes his picture from that one post on the network. It is very cool to finally meet an alien in person after so many months of just hanging around humans. ]

Mind if I join ya? Not for a drink or anything, I should probably switch to water pretty soon, anyway.

[ashaya]

[ Perfectly acceptable by him, though no need for such formalities. He wouldn't bother with more important computations here. These are more theoretical. His boothmate, which has so far gone off to converse elsewhere, might hazard that these are "for fun." ]

Ah, that. [ He surveys the damage. Well, his own glasses are very neatly aligned. Not so much the others, which he moves to stack whilst he's speaking. His fingers are sure and light about their middles, the resulting "tower" not a hair out of line. ] I understand that the Human body is more susceptible to such intoxicants.

[ Which implies, vaguely, that he isn't. Still, Spock considers the man and then nods once. It's a shallow, quick little thing. Easy enough to be caught if one is looking. He shuts the notebook, tucking the associated pens neatly side by each. ]

As you wish.

[ The other side is perfectly spotless. ]

[starguy]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's true. Us humans get wasted pretty easily!

[ Despite his ancestry, Peter has never considered himself anything more or less than human. The jury's out on whether his half-Spartoi blood has anything to do with why he's a little tipsy, but it's honestly not something he worries about.

He slides into the booth on the opposite side, smiling wide and ordering himself some water and turning his attention back towards Spock. ]

The name's Peter! I'm, uh, technically from Earth, but I kinda grew up in space. How 'bout you?

[ He does not move to shake his hand. Last time he asked an alien friend for a handshake, Drax crushed his fingers. He knows better. ]