( 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.)

Comments

[realimperfect]

[ There's not much reaction when she notes that someone's beside her - much of her time on the Eluvio, and even more so here in Riverview, was spent getting used to people in her space in general. After all, in Romdeau, even if people weren't the regent's granddaughter, most kept a respectable distance from one another. To be fair, they had a lot of room to spread out, just - it made for quite a bit of initial irritation when she'd been getting used to the facts of life around here -

But then she recognizes the voice, even partially, blue eyes cutting toward him to confirm -

Ah, Gladio. She swallows her sip and settles her glass down on the bar top, a dark brow arching toward her hair line as she turns to him. ]

For one I'm not sure you'll like this kind of wine - for two, it wasn't very interesting.

[ Even if it was, how curious he is about her trip in to the wilds is kind of funny, and the game of keep away over nothing even better - a small smirk makes its way across her face before she takes another small drink, then elaborates just for effect : ]

I'm sure if they want to share it, it'll be in the hall of records soon enough.

[leatherdaddy]

So why drink it?

[ Gladio's serious. If something sucks, why are you bothering to choke it down sip by sip. Get rid of it and order what you want. ]

Hey, it's on me anyway. Oi, bartender!

[ He lifts his hand and summons the man behind the bar, and this is when things take a turn. Gladio makes the mistake of trying to match Re-L drink for drink, a terrible idea considering his zero fucking percent body fat and while his build helps? It also hinders as he metabolizes it faster than his liver can process it.

It takes two generous glasses of wine before he's sitting in a booth with Re-L, her comm device in his hand while he explains why it's a good idea to let him write her Friendr profile. ]

Seeking... alright, what kind of people do you not hate?

[realimperfect]

I like it just fine. you just don't strike me as a dry wine type of man. [ Or wine in general, but weren't she and Jim just bitching up a storm about Bones and gender generalizations? Either way, she's glad for another glass, even if she has to bite back something about how she's perfectly capable of getting herself another glass of wine. If he wants to buy her a glass, go ahead and let him -

She certainly doesn't expect to be taking him drink for drink, much less moving over to a more comfortable seat so that they can chat without half the bar hearing as well, and something possesses her (hint, it's the wine) to pass over her communicator and let him go at this friendr thing. She'd seen no point in it - still didn't - but if it kept him entertained.

The question inspires a little hum out of her, taking a moment to swish her next drink of wine in her mouth, mull it over, then - ]

I do need someone to cook for me. I'm useless at it. [ Except that qualifies as a chef or a maid, not a friend. As she thinks about it, though... there's a moment where her hand comes up, almost like she's about to cough, to cover a laugh as she shrugs her shoulders. ]

Hell, I have no idea. I just don't want people annoying me.