over a drink

[oneholysock]

The OVER A DRINK Meme

1. Post with your character.

2. You're at a bar. What kind of bar? Any kind you want. From fantasy taverns where various species mingle to futuristic space bars where half the drinks will probably kill you, or even an overly kitsch themed place where everything is overpriced, it's all good as long as there are drinks and company.

3. Respond to other characters. Perhaps you want to buy them a drink. Or perhaps you're inclined to be bought a drink. Maybe you saw someone you knew, or maybe you just want someone to talk to. Could be there's nowhere else to sit, and could be you want to drag them out to dance.

4. Get drunk. Or don't! Be the guest, or the bartender, or the newcomer, or even the janitor. Mingle, make friends, or lurk in a corner.

5. They say alcohol lowers one's inhibitions. Might just be time to find out how much.

Comments

Ooooh nifty! I am canonblind alas, hope that's okay

[duckshaveears]

Crowley definitely isn't looking at Trance, or anyone else. He doesn't seem to be looking at much of anything, just staring off into space. Not literally. Probably not literally.

But someone coming up to him and ordering him a drink does get his attention.

"Thanks, but I'm not interested," he says, more or less automatically, because it's not a new thing for him to get hit on in the pub and he definitely has no interest in taking advantage of a mortal. She gets a second look, though, because most humans aren't coloured like that. Various browns and creams and olives and yellows and reds, sure, but purplish is new. "Nice skin."

He's less observant than he normally would be. There's all that space that isn't actually space to stare at, after all.

[purplensparkly]

(OOC note: Totally fine. I figured. Basically, she's an avatar of a star in the Andromeda galaxy.)

"You're not interested in much of anything right now, are you?" The tone of the words belied any possible taunting meaning. She was more stating fact than trying to rile him up. Something was very, very wrong. She wasn't sure how, exactly, she knew that he had a biting sense of humor when he was in a good mood, but staring off into space pretty much defined bad mood for most humanoid species she'd encountered.

She looked down at herself when he complimented her. "Thanks. I turn gold at some point, but I don't know when, yet." She knew who she was and a little of who she'd become. But there was that nebulous 'in the middle' that she still had to live through.

She pushed his drink a little towards him when the bartender set their drinks on the table. "I've been told I'm a good listener if you need to talk about it."

I looked her up so that much I've got and Crowley will notice. Eventually. ;)

[duckshaveears]

"Nope." He'll take that fact and acknowledge it as being fact. He'll even raise his glass in a toast to it. He is still interested in the contents of the glass. She's getting attention primarily because she got him another one. That and the purple skin. He's really pretty sure that's unusual, though he's a bit too smashed to remember why. "Why're you going to turn gold? That a thing that happens?"

(He'll just ignore the offer of a listening ear. Not going there)