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Blame it on the Goose Got you feeling loose... Blame it on the alcohol

The Walk Into A Bar Meme!

The bar's a comfortable place, where everyone knows you just have to walk up, give the bartender a smile, and order up a drink. Everyone goes to a bar sometime, whether to pick up a companion for the night, to pick up a friend, or pick up a drink. You never know the story behind the guy sitting next to you, or the bartender. But that's what bars are for, aren't they? To learn about the guy on the stool next to you, drinking his gin and tonic.

So what do you do in a Walk Into A Bar meme?

1. Comment here with your character and their canon in the subject line.
2. Hit RNG for a number between 1-15.
3. Tag someone else using that number as your character's reason for coming to the bar.
4. Profit!

So, what's your poison?

1. Sex on the Beach - You're here at the bar for one reason and one reason only, to find some company for the night. It might help, to buy them a drink first. But then they might throw that back in your face...

2. Tonic and Gin - Life's been one disaster after another lately, and the only thing that makes it easier is the sweet numbing taste of alcohol...

3. Midori Sour - Your friends dragged you out here and they've suddenly abandoned you for some rock star in the VIP lounge. Are you bitter? Maybe. Or maybe you'll just use the opportunity to flirt with the cute bartender...

4. Shirley Temple - You got a call five minutes ago asking you to come to the bar to pick up your too-intoxicated friend/brother/sister. But now that you're here, they don't seem to be anywhere to be found...

5. Poolside Pleasure - There's nothing like being on vacation in a tropical paradise, is there? And what better way to soak in that tropical vibe than to swim up to the Tiki Bar for a relaxing fruity drink with a paper umbrella?

6. Moonshine - Maybe you're underaged. Or maybe the bar isn't exactly what you'd call legal. Whatever the reason, you're not supposed to be here, but you are, and while you're here, might as well get something to wet your whistle, right? Just be careful not to get caught...

7. Hair of the Dog - Last night was... do you even remember last night? Probably not, given the wicked hangover pounding in your head right now. Well, nothing cure a hangover like having a drink in the morning to take the edge off, right?

8. Champagne - Something great has happened! Did you get a promotion? Kill your nemesis? Whatever it is, you feel great and it's time everyone celebrated with you. A round of champagne on the house!

9. Shaken, not Stirred - To everyone else, this is a regular bar, but not to you. You know you're here to meet a clandestine contact, an enemy informer or a secret spy. Better play it cool and keep your eyes open...

10. Sunken Pirate Ship - You've been out on the high seas for months, and finally made it into port with your pockets full of gold. What're you going to do first? Drink that gold away or buy some company for the evening? You can do both at the bar...

11. Punch in the Rain - You're the bouncer of this bar and you think the guy sitting next to you has probably had too much to drink. Maybe it's time to cut them off. Hopefully they'll go easy, huh?

12. Bartender - Everyone who walks through the door has a story to tell, and you're the guy they love to tell those stories to. Are you the type to listen, or the type to slip a little something extra into their drink in hopes that they shut up about their sob story?

13. Absinthe - Whatever it is you just drank didn't seem to agree with you. And at the corner of your eye you keep seeing this bright green faerie... Is everything happening around you reality, or have you slipped into some kind of hallucination?

14. 357 Magnum - Did you just insult my mother? Whether or not they did, you sure think so, and you know what's the best way to settle things in a bar? With a bar brawl, of course!

15. Happy Hour - Anything goes! Got another scenario you want to play out, this is the place for it!

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[ She uses her AMAZING AND AMBIGUOUS GOD TIER POWERS to telekinetically pull away whatever drink(s) are around Roxy and sends them to the other side of the bar. ]

This is not your home, Roxy.

[ Rude! Roxy straightens up when the booze is withdrawn, turning in the stood to fix the interloper with a stern glare- only to have her face switch to surprise, and a sloppyass grin. ]

hey
i knwo u
ur my future daguther
i lready dreamt ur ass

[ She responds with one of her typical barely perceptible grins. ]

I am the daughter of Roxy Lalonde.

[ Not this Roxy Lalonde, but the details can wait for later. For now, Rose is intent on keeping her mother/daughter safe. ]

I am happy you recognize me.
Although I had been hoping to have our reunion elsewhere.

[ Yeah, whatever. Rxy is trying to flag down the bartender, leaning precariously over the bar as she waves for his attention. ]

heeeeeey
get me a dirnk for my freakin daughter
wow
what do u want
scotch n soda
7 & 7
u look a little ruogh around the edges

[ Settling back against the stool, watching Rose with wide, beaming eyes. At least she's awake now. ]

[ Roxy you are fifteen, drunk in a bar, and shouting about your daughter. People may start thinking things. ]

That will be unnecessary, although I appreciate the consideration.
Mo--
Roxy.
I believe we should take this conversation elsewhere.
You are not well.
I would dare say you are shitfaced.

[ She keeps the hood obscuring her eyes--the last thing she wants is Roxy to recognize her as her mother.

Which is totally a thing that will not happen, definitely. Her Seer powers tell her--jack shit, actually. Damn your Voidy powers, Mom. ]

[ Bleary eyed stare back at Rose. Slow nod before a hand snakes out to hold up two fingers to bartender who's working depserately to ignore them/ ]

tow
*two
two!! boozeses to go plz

[ Her perfectly normal order for some nondescript alcohol to go is interrupted by Roxy's feet giving out under her and the girl slipping, clawing against the edge of the bar and seat before she spills into an ungainful heap on the floor. Giggling like crazy, hair splayed over her eyes. Yeah. That drunk. ]

whoopss

[ MOM YOU ARE EMBARRASSING ME.

Voidy bullshit or not, Rose really should have anticipated this. She uses her Light-y powers to cushion the fall and sends another glare at the people considering offering help. Thankfully, throwing a bit of weird powers around and wearing a weird-ass getup is enough to weird people out.

Rose holds back a sad sigh and gets off her own stool. She hunches down, intent on helping Roxy back onto her feet. Seeing her own mom so drunkenly depressed instead of stoically sipping a martini in silence is a bit wrenching. ]

Come now, get up.

Mom.

[ Little squeak when Rose calls her mom. Why does that feel so nice! And it's nice of her to use her wizardy powers to help her. Slowly eased to her feet, straightens up as best she can with Rose's nice guidance.

What a nice daughter I raised, Roxy thinks and reaches out to pap what little bit of Rose's face is visible, hand on the other girl's cheek. ]

ur too niec too me
wahtd i name u anyway

[ Rose's throat chokes a bit. While she had come to realize it before meeting the Alpha version of her mother, seeing damning proof that her mother's affection had never been a passive-aggressive game of one-upmanship, but rather genuine hits her hard.

'Too nice'?

Rose takes a moment to answer, being sure she is composed. ]

Rose.
My name is Rose, Mother.

[ With the hand that is not helping to support her shitfaced mom, Rose pulls down her hood. ]

[ Oh.

A beat before Roxy pulls her hand again, her body from Rose's gracious help, leaning her weight against the bar to keep from falling over. Scrubs a hand over her own face, dragging it upward into her hair to pull at it, to try and wake up her senses past 'oh, what a nice daughter' and 'oops shes named after your mom and looks JUST like her.'

Groans weakly, eyes screwed shut and mouth in a thin, irritable line. ]

of fuckign cours e u are

[ Braced against the edge of the bar, pushes herself forward. Going to take a few calculated steps to put some distance between her and this living memorial to that woman. Of fucking course she's named Rose. ]

[ She had used her Seer powers over and over again in attempt to foresee Roxy's reaction, but, naturally, due to being the Rogue of Void, all attempts failed. This had not been because she did not know what would happen, but rather because she hoped something else would have happened than what she expected using nothing but her brains.

And this is exactly her anticipated reaction.

If her Alpha self were half as bad a mother as she had been a daughter, then Roxy's reaction is totally justified. And she knows it is. ]

I apologize.

[ For what? Making Roxy want to drink more? For being a shitty daughter? For being an even worse mother? For any number of other things she should be apologizing for?

Gee, good job, Rose! Surely everything is better now. ]

However, I am not named after your mother.

[ But when Rose tries to clarify her unfortunate naming conundrum- that's when Roxy loses it. Raises a hand to the girl who she looks back at her furiously, fist shaking. You want to come into this bar, try and haul her out and then reveal you're named Rose of all goddamn things. And you think 'sorry' is going to cut it? Trying some line that she's not named after her grandmother, that she doesn't have that neglectful, decietful, DEAD woman's name. What's Roxy supposed to think??

Anger building, slams her fist down hard on the bartop-

ffffffffffffffff that hurt liek hell!! Owowowow! Little shriek, shaking her stinging hand out to try and diffuse the pain. Not her most well thought out reaction to bad news.

It always looked so much cooler in movies fuckkkk ow. ]

[ Before Sburb, Rose would never have thought her mom would be so emotional. Had the stoic woman she thought was manipulative simply containing her pain at having an ungrateful daughter?

And just how terrible a mother is this universe's version of herself? She feels guilt doublefold; she has two lifetimes worth of mistakes to make up for. She also knows what she has to say will make things all the worse for Roxy, but they must be said nonetheless.

She reaches out to Roxy's shoulder slowly and gently. ]

Any number or form of apologies I give will fall far from being adequate.
Mom, I...

[ Twists her shoulder out of Rose's grip and takes a seat back on the barstool. Pointedly not looking at Rose, not in a million years, okay! Rubbing her sore hand until the bartender brings the drinks Roxy had, albiet sloppily, ordered earlier. Shoves the drink down towards the apologizing girl.

Voice clipped short in her anger, maybe a little bit like the mother Rose knew. Doesn't matter though, Roxy is that woman somewhere deep down that only partially remembers. ]

sit down
drink taht
or go away

[ As mad as she is, Roxy's really hoping Rose will do at least one of the first two and not the third. Face still turned away, starts sipping at the thick leathery drink she ordered. ]

[ The god listens like a good girl and sits down. She pulls her hood back down over her eyes, out of a combination of shame and not wanting to cause any more harm. Mostly shame, though; not because she is taking Roxy's pain at the sight of her face lightly, but because she is feeling a WHOLE METRIC SHIT TON of shame.

She takes a quiet but deep breath; she does not want to upset Roxy any more, so she succumbs and drinks. ]

BLUH!

[ She spits it up immediately. So much for that. ]

[ As sour a mood and this has put her in, she still laughs despite herself at Rose's reaction. A little touched the girl tried the drink at all- that was one big gulp of scotch. Hesitantly looking back to her, lifts a hand to pat Rose on the back gently.

This is weird but. There had to be a reason she's named that, that she has her mother's face. I mean, Roxy wanted to bring the woman back to life right? They can't have all been bad memories.

Still pretty drunk though. ]

quit puling the hood down
ur kidna cute

[ Knocks Roses's hood back to her shoulders and takes a greedy gulp of the other girl's drink, then one of her own. Just cause she wants to see that face, doesn't mean she has to do it sober. ]

what are u here for anyawy?
soembody told me we were supposed to mee tin the game

I miscalculated.
I arrived a bit earlier than anticipated.
I believe whoever informed you of the when and where of my arrival was misinformed as a result.

[ She has to refrain herself from reflexively frowning at the mention of being cute. Mom is being honest, she knows now, after a lifetime of thinking the compliments were sarcastic or passive-aggressive. She manages to not frown, but she is not exactly smiling, either.

She stares at the bartop. ]

As for the reason for my coming to find you, I had wished to meet and speak with you.

[ Swirls the liquid in one of the glasses, staring down into the murky brown substance. Lips purse at Rose's confession they wanted to talk, pulls her hand back. Just as Rose isn't looking at her, she'll keep her eyes off the girl for now. ]

why dyou wana talk to me for
im teh one whos got liek questions and shit
fooor exsample
do you have a dad
or am i doomed to a dudeless lief of ectobio bullshit?

[ Her eye twitches. Did her mother want someone in her life? Wait, of course she did--she saw her and John's father. So, Rose really did hold her mother back, even from something as ordinary as romance. Just how strong was that woman, keeping so much inside her for so long for the sake of raising a child? ]

No, I do not have a father.
However, that does not doom you to any sort of fate, dudeless or otherwise.
I believe there is a misconception that needs to be clarified.
Which is another reason for my arriving earlier than anticipated.
I did not want anyone else to tell you the truth, knowing that someone has to.

[ GROANS. Of course she doesn't have a dad. That would be way too convenient, Ro-La getting some action in her life. Nope, she is no cassanova, as hot a haxxor bitch as she is. These rogueish looks will go to waste on account of.. well, to be honest, nothing about Roxy in this timeline or another could possibly blame Rose for her failure to have a father figure in the girl's life. Honestly, it was probably the fancy pants careerwomanhood, or maybe the boozin, or the obsession with wizards? Roxy could come up with an entire list of why she isn't tits deep in suitors at the moment, and none of them would ever include Rosie.

Sidelong look back to Rose, taking another drink. Eyebrowz up. ]

uh
oaky a misconsospetion
hit me

I am not from the future, as I think you may have been lead to believe.
Rather, I am from an alternate dimension.
In that dimension, I am Rose Lalonde, daughter of Roxy Lalonde.
In this dimension, the roles have been swapped.
You are Roxy Lalonde, daughter of Rose Lalonde.
You were going to meet both your mother and daughter in the game because they are one and the same.

I am as much your mother as you are mine.

[ Yeah, she's gonna finish her drink. And the next one. That fucking burns, okay, maybe not as smart a choice as she made. Sets the second glass down and slowly pushes herself off the stool- albiet wobbly- and starts to lurch her way for the door. ]

cool stroy bro

[You overloaded her boozed up mind, Rose! Well, it actually makes perfect sense, and really there's nothing inherently wrong with having an alternate universe where you are a mom instead of having a daughter in this universe. But. It's still a lot to take in, and Rose, you wanted them to leave the bar anyway right? You might want to give your mother/daughter a hand, Roxy keeps staggering against other patrons, unable to right herself perfectly. Drunk mess, coming through. ]

[ That went about as well as anticipated.

Once again, Rose gets off the stool and moves to support her mother/daughter. She moves the other patrons out of the way, but not bothering to mutter an apology. ]

Here.
Let me help.

[ Rests her face in her hand with a weak laugh, letting the bulk of her weight slouch against Rose. You want to help, you can help a lot/ You can carry her out for all she cares. ]

whyre u teling me this

[ She can handle this; her class and attribute may not lend themselves to being STRONG, but she is strong enough. ]

I am not entirely sure, although I have been thinking about how to answer that question in particular for some time.
Perhaps it is because you need to know.
Maybe because you would come to find out some other way.
Maybe I'm doing it to just alleviate my own selfish regret for being the daughter I was and the mother I apparently had been.

Regardless.

[ Pause. Definitely not choking up or anything. This is totally not harder or more exhausting than facing Bec Noir or doing a suicidal bomb run, except it totally is. ]

You deserve to know and allowing someone else to tell you would simply be denying my responsibility.

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