OPEN | Happy Birthday Tess

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Who: Meg and Tess and YOU
What: Birthday Shenanigans
When: Sunday Night circa 10pm
Where: The Lux (Stay classy, ladies)
Rating: It's Meg and Tess plus booze, you do the math. Language and debauchery ahead.

After an overwhelmingly successful fashion binge and a few rounds of pregame drinks in Meg's room, the two of them head down to the bar - but not the one you'd think! They're giving Death Match a break for once and classing it up at The Lux, since it's a special occasion and all.

As they walk, Meg pulls her journal out. "Hey, Paradisa. Birthday party for Tess. At the Lux. Now. And yeah, you heard right. Come grab a drink or six with us."

She grins at Tess and winks. "Can't hurt to get more people in on the fun, especially since we're all dolled up."

They make their way into the bar and grab seats. They can be found sucking down sipping classy looking martinis in their classy looking outfits, being all classy and shit. So classy.

For reference: Tess' outfit & Meg's outfit

Comments

[i_got_this]

She's not supposed to be drinking. Her friends had dragged her back from her intended booze-stupor specifically in order to sober her up and straighten her out.

Which is why she's at the Lux, she figured they wouldn't look for her there. She's more a Death Match type herself, but one had to be stealthy when one's own room was on alcohol lockdown.

And besides, she'd seen the journal invite; it's not like she'd be curled up alone in a corner. She'd be hanging with people, making friends. North would like that, right?

"Hey I heard there was a party here?"

[putuporshutup]

Meg looked up and grinned. She'd seen the other woman around Death Match a few times, but she didn't always have time to socialize when she was working.

"You heard right! I'm Meg. What's your name?"

[i_got_this]

She'll head up and grab a seat. It feels good to not be around the armored sec for a change.

"South Dakota. Like the state. Or just South if you're feeling lazy. You're from -- dammit, where do I know you?" The face was familiar but, well, South's been in a bit of a booze-induced fog that she's jut recently lifting out of.

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"Nice to meet you, South. I bartend at Death Match some nights. Pretty sure I've seen you there before,"

Come to think of it, Meg really wasn't surprised that South didn't remember her, but she didn't make a habit of passing judgement. Hello... demon.

[i_got_this]

"Yeah, that would have been me." She hadn't really been at her most coherent, lately, and if anything it's a miracle she's recognized Meg at all.

She settles herself in and starts flipping through the drink menu, even though she already has an idea what she wants. Just a plain and simple heavy beer. "So why is it you work here? It's not exactly like we've got a monthly rent to worry about, or anything."

[putuporshutup]

"Something to do, I guess. Good way to meet people. Pass the time," Meg shrugs. "Trust me, wouldn't dream of lifting a finger otherwise, but bartending is fun."

[i_got_this]

"Yeah? How's it compare to being on this side of the counter?" She sets the menu down and orders her beer when the bartender comes by, then leans against the bar and watches Meg as she answers.

[putuporshutup]

Meg gives her a smirk. "Well that's a whole different story, of course. But at least when I'm not over here raising hell I get to watch other people doing it."

[i_got_this]

"Man, I dunno if I want to see myself from the other side." She laughs despite the idea. "Does it get very crazy there? I don't really pay attention."

[putuporshutup]

"Depends on your definition of crazy, I guess," she muses and downs the rest of her martini, gesturing to the bartender for a refill. "Personally, I'd say not remotely. It tends to stay relatively calm though, at least when I'm around. I think people generally know not to fuck with Me and Lara by now."

[i_got_this]

South shrugs. "Normal-bar-crazy, I guess; fights and drunkards and shit. Although maybe I should be asking about castle-crazy here too? Sounds like you and your friend got it covered, though."

[putuporshutup]

"For the most part. Some people here can't seem to hold their liquor, but that's not my problem. It's not like I have to clean up after them. Castle crazy is a whole other mess of crap, but I'd say even that's still not too bad all things considered."

[i_got_this]

"Doesn't sound like too bad of a deal, actually." South looks at her with consideration for a moment. "You wouldn't happen to be hiring, would you?"

Which is a terrible idea, but South's thinking it might be a good distraction for her right now.

[putuporshutup]

"Not sure. I just got hired not too long ago myself, and Emma - the lady that owns the place - is kind of M.I.A. at the moment. But I'll put in a good word for you when she gets back, if you want."

[i_got_this]

"Yeah, that'd be great. I uh ... some people I know left recently and I need to get my mind off it, you know? And my 'friends' are trying to keep me off getting drunk."

She huffs the last word, crossing her arms and leaning back on her stool. Obviously she wasn't happy with the situation.

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Meg nods. She's been pretty bummed about Barney herself. "Yeah, I guess you know you've been here long enough when that starts to happen. Kind of sucks, but it's still cool meeting new people I guess. Are most of your friends people you met here, or people you know from home?"

[i_got_this]

South tilts her hand back and forth in illustration. "A little of both. Some of the guys here from my world I didn't actually meet until I got here. Then I been here a year so I know a few other people besides. Actually got a house in the city with some of them but ... it's getting pretty empty."

She shrugs like it's no big deal, but it's one of the greater factors in her recent slump. That and the loss of her twin brother but she's not admitting that to anyone.

[putuporshutup]

"Gotcha. Sorry about that, I bet it sucks. Much as I hate to admit it, there are a few people here that have really grown on me."

She takes another sip of her drink. Meg knew she'd flat out lose it if Cas disappeared, she couldn't even think about it. Then again, she wouldn't exactly be a happy camper if August or Tucker or Crowley or Lara were just gone one day, either.

"Who's here from your world?"

[i_got_this]

Crowley's on South's own list of don't you fucking ever leave, but of course so had North been. Her beer arrives, and she takes a moment to pull a long drink before answering.

"Uh, York, Carolina, and Washington, from the project, I worked with them ... Church and Tucker besides. There's Spartan here, she was part of a different project and a major bitch." If you ask South. If Meg were to ask anyone else she'd probably get a different answer.

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Meg perked up when she heard Tucker. Church? Not so much, but she knew by now they were kind of a package deal most of the time.

"Tucker's cool. His buddy is a dick, though. I've heard about the others from them... does that make you a freelancer?" Not that she has any idea what the fuck that means, she's just heard it enough times.

[i_got_this]

"Yeah, Church takes some getting used to but he's not the biggest dick I've known." A compliment, surely. "Well, I dunno if I'd really call myself a Freelancer anymore. They did some pretty fucked-up shit later on and everyone wound up dead or insane. Or both. Whatever, I'm just not really happy with it."

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"Yeah, he's nowhere near the biggest dick I've met either." Meg smiles wryly. "Gotcha. I can relate to that."

[i_got_this]

"What, don't tell me you were involved with a questionable military program with the--" Sigh, "hopes and dreams of bettering the human race?" She smirks, taking a drink.

[putuporshutup]

It's probably the booze and the fact that she's enjoying herself more than usual, but Meg legit cracks up at South's question. It takes her a moment to regain composure.

"Well I guess you could say I was sort of part of a fucked up military situation, yeah," she answers, laughing. "But not so much on the whole bettering the human race thing."

[i_got_this]

South's close enough to a demon to know that sort of response was pretty telling. "I'm gunna take a stab in the dark and say you're not exactly human?"

She takes a drink, casually. Whatever Meg's answer, South already knows she likes her enough not to hold it against her.