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these thoughts run through my head

Who: Vi and open
Where: Lupin, around aldrip
What: she is Not Happy
Warnings: alcohol mentions, otherwise nothing yet

i. text un: punchesu

alright, roll call. who all disappeared after all that bullshit last month? Cait and Ekko are gone. they haven't showed back up.

i know they're probably not the only ones, so there's gotta be some info on where they are.

ii. lupin

[she could be found around Lupin first of all, and when she's there she's aggressively cleaning the glasses that're being used, except for a glass that she takes a drink out of every now and then.

if she hears someone approach, she looks over to the side so that she can see them in her periphery.]

What do you want? Or if you're trying to pay, don't bother.

[she doesn't really care about money of all things right now.]

iii. gym

[when she's not at Lupin, she's at the gym. she could be seen punching the shit out of a punching bag, and at some point... the chain breaks, and it goes falling to the floor. she groans when it happens, kicking the shit out of it now and then throwing it into the wall. she stands there, breathing heavily after that, putting her hands on her knees a bit and starts to catch her breath.]

Leave me alone.

[if she sees anyone coming by, anyway.]

I'll fix it later.

[this is a sort of catchall/post deal! if you'd like to do anything with Vi for the month of October, just hmu in the discord or angelonia @ plurk!]

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[listen. she's got a lot on her mind, and she's not always the nicest. that's reserved for some of the teens on hand that help run the bar, but she'd let them have the day off, save for the one in the back that's cooking.

she had to keep her mind busy.

she looks up at Richard when he comes in, and grabs a clean glass.]

Right. What d'you want, or you want it to be bartenders' choice?

[Well. Richard has visited his fair share of questionable and rundown pubs in his life, so her attitude isn't something that he hasn't encountered before. But still, it is a little unexpected from a place like this.

Richard takes seat at the counter, eyeing the red head thoughtfully. He's still pretty inexperienced when it comes to this world's alcohol, mostly having tasted various whiskies from Silco's cabinet and the frozen treat known as 'Strawberry Margarita'.]

I shall let you surprise me, miss.

Hm...

[there's a moment as she eyes Richard, then she goes to start making him an espresso martini.

he seems full of himself enough like that.]

And don't call me miss. It's Vi. "Miss" makes me think I should be a proper lady or something.

[and if you could tell by... the all of her, she definitely isn't.]

[At first Richard thinks she's playing a joke on him. Because the drink she presents him with does look eerily similar to dirt water.. Guess who's never had coffee before. Anyway, he's not going to show his suspicion and gently lifts the glass from both sides of it's rim and brings it closer to himself.]

Apologies then, Vi. [Well.. at least they can agree on something here?] Is it normally so quiet in here?

[she shrugs, and then looks around.]

Sometimes, yeah. At night it can get kind of full, but we make sure to keep everyone in line.

[there's a long moment, before she pours a shot of a clear liquid for herself.]

The original owner wanted it that way. So that's how it stays.

[Well, since she seems to be going for a drink Richard supposes he shouldn't squander time with his own.]

I see. Well, to your predecessor's vision, then. [He raised the glass in a small toast and raised it to his lips, taking a careful sip. Richard was honestly prepared for something strong, tangy and bitter. Like whiskey. But instead he was greeted with soft and creamy sweetness. His expression softens a little as he takes another taste, this time bigger gulp, before setting it back down while licking his lips]

It's good.

[she smirks a bit at the reaction. she takes a shot of her own drink, before placing the shot glass back down and regarding him.]

Never had it, huh? It's an espresso martini.

[at least she nailed it.]

Kinda fancy, since you look like you might be into that.

[Following her lead again, Richard raises the glass back to his lips and takes a big gulp, and another. Yeah, he's still kinda new to this cocktail-thing, not knowing to take his time with them rather than just finishing them fast. The alcohol brings a subtle redness to his cheeks as he slurps the drink down with almost one go.]

No. [He sets the empty glass back down, pushing it towards Vi.] In my world even 'fancy' people drank mostly ale and wine of varied qualities.

[she smirks a bit. is he trying to keep up with her... ? well if he is, he's going to be on the floor in only another drink or two.

she takes it and starts to wash it, nodding as she does so.]

Yeah, it's something I've taken up here. That sort of stuff is kinda rare for us back home too... I'm a beer and liquor shots girl, myself.

[obviously.]

Want another one?

[Vi is absolutely right with her estimation. Richard is build like a literal twig that could be blown away with a wind. He's not going to be able to keep up with her.

But that doesn't mean he's not going to try!]

I believe your beer is closest to my ale, despite the taste being off. But I suppose I've come to appreciate whiskey during my stay here. [mostly because certain someone keeps drinking it...]

It would be rude to reject the offer of the barmaid. To what shall we drink?

[there's a bit of an eye twitch... and then she laughs. shakes her head at Richard.]

Don't fucking call me a barmaid ever again. There's nothing maidenly about me.

[crazy...

but she makes him a whiskey sour next, pushing it ahead in front of him.]

Don't need a reason to drink, unless you got something. [which is a lie, since her alcohol intake is a lot higher this week because of Caitlyn being gone.] Don't really pay a whole lot of attention to that AI shit, so I don't even know if we won or lost.

[Oh uh. For a brief second Richard thinks that he might have just misstepped there for a bit - or so at least that subtle twitch of an eye let him understand. But then she laughs, making Richard's own lips tug into a mirth smile.]

Apologies, then. But I suppose that is something we both can agree to. [Honestly, despite being in the perfect age range and not lacking the, erm, feminine qualities, Vi might as well be the only woman that his playboy brother wouldn't dare to hit on.]

Where I am from it is a custom to make a toast when sharing a drink. [Richard reaches for the new drink as the glass is pushed towards him, raising it in the air.] I can't say I understood much of the whole affair. But here we are. To your health, then?

[well, at least he dropped it pretty quickly. she wouldn't have any qualms about punching someone who called her ladylike!!]

Mmm... maybe. At least I didn't die in that bullshit last month.

[not like some other people. Caitlyn being the most prominent one, obviously.

she pours herself another shot and holds it up.]

To health and this really fucked up place.

[Well, Richard was hardly one to argue on something that he was not truly passionate about. And he had learned a long time ago to just go along with the strange behaviors and perplexing ways of living of these people. And besides, it is pretty clear that this Vi did not hold an ounce of femininity to her.

The corners of his lips tug into a small smile, nodding in agreement to the toast. This place truly was very fucked up.

He brings the glass to his lips and takes a small, curious taste of the cocktail-- And, nearly jumps away. So caught off he is by the strange bitter and sourness in the drink.]

What is this?

[she smirks a bit, and shrugs.]

Whiskey sour. You said you usually drink whiskey, so I figured you might as well try it.

[drinking that stuff was definitely a Choice.]

[The frown deepens on his face as he wrinkles his nose. Yeah, this might actually be the one drink he can't down...]

I can't say this tastes like any of the whiskies I have tasted. [WHICH! is not a lot but still.]

It's because it's a cocktail. Like the last one.

[she pauses, noticing his distaste.]

Want another martini instead?

['Cocktail'. The word sounds somewhat familiar to him, at least. He ought to check the menu at the last drop the next time he goes there. Normally Richard just passes past the bar and goes straight to the upstairs. If he wished for a drink one would be provided to him.

The corner of his lip tugs a little as he inspects the near full glass in front of him. ]

Can you make one with strawberries in it?

Strawberries... sure.

[and she goes to mixing again, putting fresh strawberries in a glass and muddling it with the alcohol.

she'll push this one ahead.]

Strawberry lemonade. [she grabs a strawberry, chops it, and then perches it on the rim of the glass.] Now with fresh strawberries.

[Richard observes as she mixes the drink for him. He's the farthest thing away from being bartender so he could definitely be wrong here but this doesn't seem right. The one he's used to get from The Last Drop was a frozen treat But oh well, he's not one to turn up his nose.

So, when Vi is done with the drink he reaches for glass with his gloved hand. Though, this time instead of proposing a toast he brings it to his lips and carefully takes a sip out of it. The bubbles and fizzyness does catch him off guard, giving the drink bizarre mouth feel. But the taste? Yeah, it's so delightful that Richard just goes for it, pushing past any discomfort, gulping down the drink in almost one go.]

[Vi can't help but grin again. okay, so he's into the sweet drinks. she can remember that.]

Guess you liked that one, too. It'll probably be hitting you hard in a little bit, though.

[esp since he just. gulped down two drinks like that...]

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