( semi-closed ) i'll drink to that

[realimperfect]

who: Re-L Mayer, the Scientist Expedition Team, Gladio, Anyone else!
what: Bar Socializing, meeting for 'drinks'
when: June 1-10th
where: Your local Quarantine Bar
warnings: Alcohol obviously, language probably

i. Return to Quarantine

After an extended time spent in the wilderness outside of the Quarantine, it was only natural to make it to their respective homes with enough time to spread out, maybe send some laundry away and sort through stacked up messages - then, of course, meet at the local bar for a bit of an unwind. Ok, maybe not usual, but Re-L finds herself agreeing to it anyway. Less time spent in the apartment she desperately needed to rearrange was for the best at the moment anyway - she finds clothes that she has left over (and mentally makes a note to go and get some more changes), makes sure to take a shower with at least three scrub downs to ensure she was, for sure, as clean as she should be to be back in society, and heads back out to the bar. She's set on a glass of win or two, but, depending on how raucous the others are feeling, that plan could go right out the window. 

As per usual with her typical need for absolute perfection in grooming, Re-L is fashionably late, though it doesn't take her too long to spot out the others even in the crowded bar. She feels a bit out of place, if she's honest, but when isn't she, heels and all? 

There would be an apology for being late - if she wasn't sure they'd all totally expected it. 

"Red wine, whatever you like best." Is her short drink order, not entirely picky at the moment before she turns back to the table: 

"I, for one, don't think I've ever taken a longer shower before tonight in my entire twenty years of life." 

ii. Interested in a "Drink"

Avoiding subjects had always been a specialty of Re-L Mayer. Particularly when it came to things she had little to no experience in, even if that just meant talking over 'drinks' as Gladio had suggested. However - she also had little to no will power to avoid going out for a glass of wine after a rough day back on the job, particularly when she was still catching up with sleep from their out-of-Quarantine mission, and soon found herself stepping in to the Quarantine Bar to a bartender who seemed to recognize her by now. 

Bless him, but it wasn't too terribly hard, either. Even her dress is out of the norm, a shoulder bearing top that had been gifted to her is basically all she has to wear until everything else comes out of the wash, an easily fetched pair of black pants in place of (but not all that different from) - her usual choice in clothing. A glass of red is on the bar before she takes a seat, straight backed as always, on the bar stool, a quiet note of thanks to the tend as he nods in return and moves on to the next customer - her favorite kind of bartender actually, and why she'd come back so often after she was finished her day. 

Also why she's not keen enough to spot out any familiar faces, too absorbed in her own daily wrap up. 

iii. Another Round

Want to sit down and have a drink with Re-L? Feel free to drop a line here and sidle up to the bar stool next to her and her flowery wine. (She won't bite too hard.)

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[yokunaru]

Yuuri, still exhausted from the trip, simply lets his head drop into his folded arms with a sigh. Like Re-L, he'd taken care to scrub himself thoroughly in the shower before coming out here to meet up with the others.

"Me neither," he agrees, head still essentially on the table. It's too much effort to lift it up right now. "And I can't wait to sleep in an actual bed again." Parts of him are still rather uncomfortably sore from sleeping on the hard ground for such a long time. Even as an athlete used to plowing through pain, it's a different sort of ache that he isn't used to at all, and leaves him feeling a little grumpy.

"Oh yeah." Yuuri turns his head toward her, suddenly remembering a promise they'd made during that first night out on the mission. It's a silly one, but Yuuri sticks to it anyway. "Do you think they have ginger ale here?"

[realimperfect]

"I was just thinking that. I have a new mattress to test out, too." In an apartment that was an absolute mess, so far as she saw it, but at the moment there's not a lot of time or energy on her part with which to fuss over decorative arrangement. Thankfully the department had factored in some recovery time for her from her little adventure out in the lands beyond the walls, and she wouldn't be expected in for a shift for another few days. It left a few days for her to recover on her sleep and just.. in general get her life together. Back together, whatever it was - she had to get everything back in order before going back to work lest she lose her mind going from one place full of problems to another.

Everything at the moment feels like some sort of daze, and she's not quite sure whether she likes it or not, slowly reacting as Yuuri turns to her, not moving much more than her eyes. They're all beat and tired - at least there's all of that in common, too.

" - Oh. I forgot about that, actually... Maybe we'll ask the next time he comes back?" Basically, she wasn't getting up to ask about it, though the ida is pleasant enough to give her that pleased little smirk at the idea of a ginger ale. "I'm glad you remembered that, Yuuri."