06/21/07 // OOC!Alfons and OOC!Scar

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Who: OOC!Alfons and OOC!Scar
When: 06/21/07
Rating: R (language; underage drinking)
Category: Misc Happenings
Summary: ...and then they went PUBBING.

OOC!Scar: *loiters around outside where he knows Hei works, fidgeting from foot to foot, completely thrilled about the soon-to-be-legendary night of alcohol and friendship that is to come; in a moment of brilliant foresight he has left his guitar with that nice lady named Clara, because he does not wish to forget, damage, or lose it while he is smashed*

OOC!Alfons: *clocks out, calling goodbyes to his coworkers and wheeling his bike out the door, grinning when he sees Mal waiting there* Mal! Hey! *lifts his hand for a high-five/manly hand-greeting routine* What's up?

OOC!Scar: *completes the complex sequence of punches, feints, snaps, etc. included in the manly hand greeting, which he has somehow already memorized* Shit, man. Shit is up. The whole day's been crap and I am so ready for some booze. Got you a bass, though.

OOC!Alfons: *such manly hand greetings are innate, dammit* Oh hell yeah, on both accounts! You got a bass? That's so fucking sweet! *pushes his hair out of his eyes* Talk about your long damn days.

OOC!Scar: *follows Hei's direction, since he doesn't really know where he's going anyway* Yeah, had some hot-shot alchemist make it for me. He seemed like a real bastard when we first met, but I guess he wasn't so bad. Maybe. What happened, man?

OOC!Alfons: Huh! Did it cost? I can totally cover that. *grins, shrugging* Nothing too bad. Just a long day and it's been hot to be biking everywhere in creation, you know? Plus, some old lady nearly nailed me with her car door but that happens nearly every day. *wheels the bike over to a bikerack outside the courier shop* Lemme just tie this up and we can head down to mainstreet.

OOC!Scar: *waits for him, sticking his hands in his pockets and kicking at some broken glass in the gutter to amuse himself* Don't worry about it, dude, I paid him. You should see it, it's real sleek. It's black and real light to hold, but it's got a nice heavy sound.

OOC!Alfons: Dude! That sounds amazing! ...I sure as hell hope I can play the damn thing... *laughs nervously, hooking up the bike and turning back to lead him down the sidewalk* Kay, that just means I'll cover drinks tonight, then.

OOC!Scar: *would object to this but he is COMPLETELY broke, so he just beams and thumps Hei on the shoulder* Sweet! Man, how lucky was I to run into you here? There are a lot of dicks in this dimension, 's good to know someone's lookin' out for me. Not that I'm surprised, though. Y'know something seriously fucked up?

OOC!Alfons: *laughs* Wow, now I feel appreciated... You have no idea how great it is to have a friend here who doesn't have a stick up their ass. Not that I don't love Clara and my double and his brother and all of them, and Edward, but... well, it's nice to swear. *glances over at him as they walk* What's that?

OOC!Scar: *laughs at the 'nice to swear' comment* I know what ya mean, Clara just looks at me and I feel like, I don't know, I've got dirt on my nose or some shit. Anyway, what I was sayin' is, my double from this dimension? Like, the one who's s'posed to be here? Is some seriously fucked up serial killed guy. What the fuck's up with that? So now everyone's shitting themselves when they see me. I'm just glad no one's called the fuckin' cops on me.

OOC!Alfons: *jawdrop* What the fuck!? That's jacked up! I mean, one of my best friends is a serial killer, but that's complicated... I guess... but... Dude! Have a lot of people recognized you?

OOC!Scar: *ignores the question, gaping at Hei* One of - you're friends with a serial killer? And it's not the same guy?

OOC!Alfons: ...Uh, no. Not the same guy. Edward Elric? The one who's married to the homunculus. He... shit, I dunno if I should even be spreading it, you know? He's already gone through trial and all this house arrest stuff. He's okay now, seriously. *kind of glazes over everything post-house arrest for... convenience, yeah*

OOC!Scar: Shiiiiit. *he says with relish, looking at Hei with a mixture of awe and fear* You seem to have a fuckload of serial killers in this dimension, man.

OOC!Alfons: Well... two. And I didn't know about the one who looks like you. *bites his lip* That is so seriously weird. But yeah, don't worry about Edward. He's stuck in a wheelchair now, anyway, poor kid.

OOC!Scar: Oh, he's the wheelchair one. Right. *can't keep them straight, is barely even trying anymore* So which wicked establishment of sin, as my brother so fondly called them, are we going to patronize first?

OOC!Alfons: *cracks up* He calls them what? Oh Christ, you have been drunk before, right? *turns onto mainstreet, walking happily toward the nightlife district* Well, what do you want? Live music, right?

OOC!Scar: *scandalized* Of course I have! That's what friends are for, man. *looks from side to side of the street, rubbing his hands together* Anything, I don't care. A drink.

OOC!Alfons: *laughs* Alright alright. That place up there is good. *points, heading for it* The music'll probably start in an hour or two since it's early yet.

OOC!Scar: *raises his hands in the air in a gesture of acceptance* Perfect. Let's go, man!

OOC!Alfons: Yay! *practically bouncing* Oh, it's been so long! ...Well, since I drank with real company, I mean. *chuckles* It isn't quite the same going by yourself. *goes in and finds two stools at the bar, sliding onto one*

OOC!Scar: Not at all *joins him, tapping his fingers against the bar excitedly, scanning the crowd over his shoulder; he gets one or two funny looks, so he whips out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and puts them on his face*

OOC!Alfons: *raises his eyebrows glancing over at him* ...Nice. *hides a smirk* Okay, so what kinda drinks do you like? If you really want to get tanked fast, I know a great one.

OOC!Scar: *knows he looks ridiculous wearing sunglasses at night but if it stops people from staring at his red eyes, he doesn't give a shit* That sounds amazing, dude.

OOC!Alfons: *decides not to say anything and grins instead* Great. *smiles flirtatiously at the girl tending the bar when she pays attention to him, ordering two half-pints of stout and two doubleshot glasses of cream liqueur* Yeah, you oughta like this.

OOC!Scar: *sees Hei smiling at the girl and elbows him smoothly while taking the drink* This the one, huh? *raises his eyebrows suggestively, taking a few gulps of the drink brazenly*

OOC!Alfons: *laughs* No, that's at a bar down the street. Hey, wait a second-- *grins, trying to get him to put the glass down. Okay, this is sort of a competition. We both have the pint glass with the stout, you drop the shotglass into it and tank the whole thing as fast as you can.

OOC!Scar: Oh. *ears go red when he realizes he was doing it wrong* Right. You're on. *picks up the shotglass, watching how Hei does it, not wanting to look like a complete goof*

OOC!Alfons: It's all good. *smirks, amused, picking up the shotglass, waiting to make sure Mal is following suit before dropping it into the half-full pint glass and going bottoms-up*

OOC!Scar: *mimics the motion, bringing the whole thing to his lips and drinking it, determined not to put it down until he is done, no matter WHAT it tastes like*

OOC!Alfons: *finishes his with a gasp, slamming his glass onto the bar and grinning, eyes bright* Not too bad, huh?

OOC!Scar: *still drinking in increasingly tiny gulps, eyes squeezed shut, head tilted way back*

OOC!Alfons:...*watches, very amused*

OOC!Scar: *slams it down at last, shaking his head quickly and exhaling loudly* Wow.

OOC!Alfons: *wiggles his eyebrows* So..?

OOC!Scar: Damn straight. *wipes his mouth off on the back of his hand, beaming at Hei, swinging his legs from the bar stool*

OOC!Alfons: It's my personal favorite. *laughing* Yeah, two more of those and you won't remember this tomorrow. You wanna try something else, or keep going?

OOC!Scar: Naw, let's try somethin' different, mix it up, you know? *looks around the room again over his sunglasses, eyes lingering at one or two tables where some pretty cool-looking chicks are sitting*

OOC!Alfons: Sure. Just order and I'll have what you have. *follows his gaze* Eheh look at that...~

OOC!Scar: *grins, turning back to the bar and glancing over the bottle wildly, not really recognizing much from home but not wanting to look like a newbie; finally gives up and beckons the girl over* Something strong, different, y'know? Surprise me.

OOC!Alfons: *shrugs* Okay. *orders two martinis out of force of habit*

OOC!Scar: *looks up as a group of people walk in, one of them a quite attractive girl with straight black hair and a pale, heart-shaped face; elbows Hei frantically as she takes the seat beside him*

OOC!Alfons: *eyebrows shoot up when he sees her, grinning sidelong at Mal* Go for it! *elbows back amicably*

OOC!Scar: *has a sip of the martini first, liking it better than the other drink, before resting his elbow on the bar casually and addressing the girl in his lowest, sexiest man-voice* Hey.

Girl: *baleful glare, completely ignores the fact that she's being spoken to*

OOC!Scar: *glances back at Hei uncertainly, casually taking another sip of his drink*

OOC!Alfons: *drink his martini, watching with interest and shrugging questioningly*

OOC!Scar: *tries again, always an optimist* So can I buy you a drink? *figures this is better than some sleazy pick-up line, after all*

Girl: *gets up and leans over, whispering something in Mal's ear before leaving, her friends following her to a table on the other side of the room*

OOC!Alfons: *frowns, taking another sip and glancing after the girl and her friends* What the hell was that?

OOC!Scar: *scowling furiously, grabs his martini and downs the rest in a single gulp* That was a cunt.

OOC!Alfons: *glares back in the direction the girl went, downing the rest of his, as well* Fuck it, man. There will be others. *hails the bartender in a salute to this statement, ordering another round and feeling comfortably tingly*

OOC!Scar: *rolls his shoulders, which remain completely tense anyway* Thanks for the drinks, man.

OOC!Alfons: No problem! *grins as they receive the martinis* I started drinking these things back around Halloween. Some weird shit goes on around then, lemme tell you.

OOC!Scar: Like what? *asks shortly, drinking the next one too fast to properly enjoy it, either*

OOC!Alfons: *smirks at his hurry* Woah, you'll be floored in no time at this rate. *chuckles, thinking* Okay, well... I know the year before last something similar happened, but I wasn't there. I was there last year, though, and my memory is spotty, but I was this-- this spy dude. It was hardcore. I had a fancy little gun and all these gizmos and I rescued Winry from an evil chef.

OOC!Scar: Evil chef? *asks, starting to feel a bit muzzy, his face going red* Always thought I'd be a good spy.

OOC!Alfons: *laughs* Seriously? Yeah, this guy was a total whacko. He called himself "Doctor Chef" and had this pet lobster named Clampy that, if I remember correctly, led a lobster army that ultimately kind of... ate him or... something.

OOC!Scar: The fuck? Were you smoking some weird shit 'round then? Sounds like acid or somethin' *fiddles with his glass, spinning it around and grinning*

OOC!Alfons: *snerks, hailing for another round* Nope. ...Sadly. Although this year I might just get trashed and hide under my bed. It's total madness, man, I'm not kidding. Everyone gets like, possessed or whatever.

OOC!Scar: Y'know I totally wouldn'ta believed that before I came here but I've seen some weeeiirrrdd shit. Like that alchemy. That was intense. Yer a wizard. *thumps Hei on the back*

OOC!Alfons: *grins* I am not! *feeling nice and fuzzy now, taking a long sip of his new drink* I kinda suck, but thanksh. *laughs at his own pronunciation* ...Least it wassn' the candything. Argh.

OOC!Scar: Candything? *hiccups, sipping at his newest drink, a faint and pleasant buzzing in his head; he feels quite hot in the face now, and loosens the neck of his shirt*

OOC!Alfons: *slurps the drink* A-yup. I had these funny little overall thingies an' Edward too an' his creepy ol' husband thingy looked sooooooo funny. *cracks up, thumping the bar*

OOC!Scar: *laughs too, not because he gets it but because it's what Hei's doing, you know?* Yeah. Daaaaamn straight. *finally brave enough to look around the bar for more girls, and remembers something, elbowing Hei* Hey, hey *in a not-too-quiet whisper*Ask the bartendy girl her name.

OOC!Alfons: *looks over at him blearily, blushing* Ack! ...Why? You like her?~

OOC!Scar: I though' you did? *hiccups again, elbowing him* Y'sly dog.

OOC!Alfons: *snickers drunkenly* Nononono, told you, tha' was the other one down thereish-- *flails an arm in the general direction of the door* ...This one's hot though...

OOC!Scar: *loudly* Shhhh, shhh, not so loud, man. *finishes off his drink* G'wan, go for it!

OOC!Alfons: *waffles a minute* Urrrrrgh.... Dunnooo...

OOC!Scar: *tries to utter more encouragements but decides that laying his head down on the bar would be a lot more fun, since the room has started to REALLY spin now; after a minute or so his red eyes drift shut and he begins to snore, loudly*

OOC!Alfons: *notices after a minute or two, glancing down at him and spilling liquor down his front* ....Fuck.