i'm thinkin' arby's

[blubs]

You've just walked into an Arby's!

The only rules:
1. All characters enter drunk.
2. They're thinking Arby's.

Optional link to Arby's menu
FOR AUTHENTICITY!!!

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Bucky Barnes | MCU | Open

[freightcars]

[ It's a hell of a sight to see; one metal armed hobo looking motherfucker wandering into a 24 hour Arby's at near three in the morning, nose clearly broken, shirt covered in blood and what may or may not be blue paint. ]

Everything. [ He rasps out, voice hoarse.

He gets a blank stare back, so he slides a couple bills across the counter and adds: ] I'm not joking. It's been a rough night.

(( OOC ))

[toxic_tsarina]

(( Cool to throw an AU Natalia at your pup? ))

[freightcars]

[ sure! ]

[toxic_tsarina]

[ There was the Helicarrier and then there was a dizzying, nauseating effect that had nothing to do with the now present scents of fast food. The Russian is so thoroughly bewildered, but she doesn't yet panic. Stark and Strange are constantly pulling shenanigans - whose to say they're not behind the sudden relocation?

Loudly pushing air out of her nose at the inconvenience, Natalia promptly marches into the bright eyesore. Blending in isn't exactly an option, because she's still clad in the SHIELD issued tac suit, but it's that hour where next to no one gives a fuck. And there just so happens to be someone who stands out a tad more, what with the blood and metal. Why James is at the same Arby's is curious, indeed, and so the Widow softly draws up beside him, arms loosing crossing under breasts. ]

Didn't know you were on assignment tonight.

[ She memorizes his schedule as they're posted, so it's flustering to be in this position. ]

[freightcars]

[ Her sudden voice startles the god loving shit out of him, because he's a hundred percent confident she hadn't been there a moment before. Then again, he's a little more than drunk on Asgardian mead and his head's not in the game, so he does his best to shake off the gut instinct that something's really weird about it.

He sways a little, then clamps down on the line railing with a metal hand. ]

On an-

[ He starts, a look of utter confusion before he stops himself. ]

How long have you been standing there?

hunk | voltron

[relionce]

Kristen Kringle l Gotham

[misskringle]

[In all fairness its the only thing open? Goes AU after "Knock,Knock"]

Cecil Palmer + WTNV

[cognitive_dissonance]

Birdwatching goes both ways?

[crepo]

[ Have you ever wondered if birds could get drunk? Here's your answer. Yes, yes they can. This one was aiming for your shoulder, but he gets the table instead. Kind of. If you consider drunkenly gripping the edge, nearly face planting onto the floor, and somehow managing to scrabble onto its surface a win, he nailed it.

A couple uncoordinated hops to the right, and he's more or less upright, head cocked, and studying Cecil curiously.

At least he had the grace not to land in your food. ]

bless u.

[cognitive_dissonance]

Whoa- whoa!

[Cecil flusters, hands moving to try and steady the bird without actually touching it. Who knows what it could do, or who it belonged to, after all. He's having a moment, keeping eye contact with this bird, trying to figure out if it's injured or not.... Doesn't look like it.]

...well. Hello, there.

This is not the Carlos you're looking for.

[reeducated]

[Kevin used to argue that the curly fries were the equivalent to fries a tangled skein was to thread: frustrating and inefficient. Along the way, after far too many drinks, his philosophy had shifted. Surely the curly fry offered more crisp to potato ratio than your average straight cut fry. It was good business, and Keven liked good business. Had to, really.

He was organizing his fries by the preciseness of their curl when he noticed a familiar face standing at the counter. He actually waits for the man to turn toward the fountain drinks before offering a smile. Sorry, Cecil. It doesn't get better when he's drunk.]

Cecil! How are you doing, old friend?

[How drawn out can you make a name? It's 11PM. When does the overly friendly tone end? Is that Arby's sauce on his cuff?]

IT'S OKAY KEVIN'S MY FAVORITE BOY

[cognitive_dissonance]

[Cecil's eyes widen, and as he turns to look at the other man, the lemonade he's getting from the fountain overflows in his cup, over his hand, and into the drain.]

[ N O . ]

....heeeeeey...Kevin...

[Oh. No. He'd acknowledged his presence. There was no way not to. It would probably have only gotten worse if he hadn't. He finally seems to feel the cold and pulls his cup away from the fountain, startling. He tilts the cup to pour out some of his drink.]

I'm...fine. How, um...how are you?

[He tries to look happy to see Kevin. Cecil knows he's been through a lot, but it's still difficult sometime.]

logan ( x-men evolution ) ota

[xsync]

[ He's slurring a bit, grinning slightly as he brings a hand up to his jaw. ] I loved someone once.

Yeah... yeah, she was [ a flush, a light pull at his collar with his index finger ] she had the greatest body. Shone under the light like a, a star.

Prettiest bike I'd ever seen... [ Logan slumps, rests his elbow on the table and his cheek against his palm, the stubble lightly scritching at his skin. ] And I let someone take her from me. Stupid.

Norman Jayden | Heavy Rain

[tripstanks]

[ You know what goes down great after a couple shots of vodka?

A large jamocha shake and two medium curly fries. In a booth. Alone.

Pass the horsey sauce. ]

[strikes_x_twice]

[ She slides over the packet of horsey sauce to him. Unfortunately, he was not alone, he had this pink-haired trainee with him. They haven't worked on an assignment before and she assumes this is something akin to breaking the ice. Or, perhaps more likely, this was simply just to get him fuel for a long night. She can't know, she barely even knew his name. Well, she did know he liked curly fries and some form of coffee shake. ]

So, where are we headed?

Connor | Detroit: Become Human

[neuroplasticity]

[ Is it actually rude to eat in front of someone who can't if they don't experience hunger, anyway? ]

[noctyourking]

[ Noctis stares at his food with a frown to his brow and a slight apprehensive expression to his face. He knows, he knows, this is going to be something he's going to regret. He fingers the roast beef sandwich, melted orange cheese squishes from the side of the bun and he brings it up to his lips for a bite.

This didn't taste like roast beef, this cheese was hot and the texture was strange, and the bun was kind of sweet. He chews and swallows. He pulls the sandwich down from his face and peers at the bite he'd taken. ]

This isn't... too bad.

[ They didn't really have the time to spare, in fact, they probably shouldn't be here. It was at Connor's insistence, however, that Noct take a breather and some food so.. here they were. The both of them were on their way to another crime scene, having just left one not twenty minutes ago. It's been nonstop for about twelve hours now. Noct was sure they were going to be up all night. ]

[hackerlad]

[It's still a little rude yeah, probably. But it also might be neutralized by the not-eating party not having any hard feelings about it anyway.....so maybe it all evens out in the end.

Well, not that either of them exactly need to eat in the first place, though, which is currently making this whole occasion kind of awkward. What are they even doing in a place like this to start with, you ask? Well, it's the end of a joint mission at an ungodly hour of night for multiple parties, and the human does-get-hungry portion of their crew ends up voting on a 24-hour Arby's for a celebration, if only because it's the closest open place around and all the non-android persons are too tired to go much further out of their way.

But the booths can only seat so many people at once, and so it's ended up with Connor and 9S having a table to themselves, while their human compatriots eat and chatter at another table a few feet away. 9S is exceedingly restless at his seat, and it shows, gloved fingertips drumming lightly on the tabletop as his head turns and cranes, blindfolded eyes picking out every nook and cranny of the restaurant interior he can spot. For his part, he's never been to an Arby's? Being inside of a restaurant in general is a first. If left to his own extremely curious devices, he'd be wandering all over the building trying to examine everything, but well...standing orders remain. Stay put, don't make a racket, hang out with the police android for awhile. Right.

It's inevitable that his attention finally homes in on Connor, what with the silence between them stretching to that breaking point of awkwardness. Well, he thinks it's awkward, anyway. And he can't really contain himself anymore either, and so...]

Well, guess we're probably gonna to be here for awhile. So. Um...would you mind if I asked you a question, sir? [It's probably going to be several questions, actually, but. That's a bridge to cross when they get there.]

Mercutio | Romeo and Juliet

[pursefirst]

[He's going to eat all of your food when you aren't looking.]

[astardanced]

[Want to be stabbed by this lady's spork?]

Kylo Ren | Star Wars

[fulfils]

[Either Space Arbys on some neutral planet, or modern AU!]

Christine Baskets | Baskets

[glassofkirkland]

(( need someone to momsit your drunk ass while at arby's? she'll be over here eating curly fries. ))

Morty Smith | R&M

[morty137]

Engineer | TF2

[spah]

Loki Laufeyson ; Marvel ; OTA

[andsimilar]