Bar
No need to worry. Most people out at a karaoke bar on a Wednesday are tipsy enough that it doesn't matter. Including you, apparently. At least if your blurted question is any indication.

Topo Chico, tequila, and lime.

Seems your tipsiness doesn't bother her. Especially when she gives a touch of a grin when you turn back and attempt to refute her, only to realize what she meant. The blush is fun, especially when it appears around your ears.

Would they somehow make you less gorgeous and a horrible singer?

Bantered back as she lifts her drink and takes a sip, eyes on you as she does. A moment's consideration, then she nods.

Yes, I think I would.

I mean, if you want to tell it. But... no pressure.

/

Luxor Heights
"You know, the guy who set all this into motion in the first place, the guy who was like 'Yeah there's this gonk who's about to go on vacation and their place is open to burglarize', that guy, it's all his fault!"

Naturally, her logic was a little stretched.

Her pacing slowed as her gaze tracked your progress just rummaging around this surprisingly powered apartment, ownership unknown.

Welcome to Dogtown. — if it ain't locked, it belongs to everybody…

"Eew, no I think I'm gonna burst. I'm lucky I didn't barf when she punched me, that meal was—w-well it was gonna be expensive. More expensive, anyway."

Oh, and it was such a nice night out, too…

"What? I mean she deserves it okay? Like I'm not gonna get into it right now, I just—" her nose made a noise as she tented her fingers around the bridge and hazarded an adjustment, just intuitively towards where she was feeling some pressure. It… appeared to crack back into alignment, at the cost of a new stream of blood which she pinched off.

"Ugh! Ow… I don't know, Mike. Saddie was the kid psychopath that would pull the legs off some desert scorpions and make them fight each other, okay? No idea what drives her these days. I'm just, uh…" MILLIE joined your rummaging, though in her case it was for some first aid supplies. No such luck, even though there was a tin in the skeletonized bathroom, the tin was empty.

The place did have water, though, maybe connected to Eventide not far from here. She tossed her jacket and started to wash her hands and face.

"You think we have, like, some weird sibling branwave shit going on, like I magically know everything the others do? Wait, do you have any siblings?"

Bar
Had people been trying to change the vibe? Their bad. They've been clearly pretty wrapped in their own head, and their own heartbreak.

Perhaps it makes sense most people decided to avoid him, rather than join him at the bar. A nod of thanks for Mai Tai, which he will drink some of, more than sip. Still too sober.

Ranch water? That has him giving you a curious look. "What's a ranch water?" Hm. Maybe they're less sober than they thought, that was out loud.

Then, back to their Mai Tai - a surprised blink at the nudge, which shifts to befuddled as you tell him you're cutting him off.

"I'm not nearly drunk enough to-" and then what you actually said registers, and that's the point where the tips of their ears go pink. Pretty girl says nice things? The blush can't be helped.

You've got his interest, though, half turning to face you as he tries to place the pretty accent.

"If you think the songs are sad, I'm pretty sure the whole deal will be more sad. And you'll want to take back the nice things you said." Their words aren't slurred, but maybe they are a little more drunk than tipsy, given the fluidity, and also the content.

"You're telling me you'd rather hear my sad story, than sing it? Really?"

sleep crawls over me so i slip to the floor and cover myself up

krysta -- me too! *whew*

OMG that would be terrifying!

I'm glad the firefighters got there so quickly and took care of it.

Botanical Gardens
Nods and then looks up at the Lifesize casting of the blue whale.
That is crazy, I mean when you think of it, there is no way that thing would be able to live anywhere but the sea.
Chuckles as you mention the jaw size compared to your doors.
By far. I mean would you even feel it if you got eaten, wouldn't you just get swallowed up along with other fishes and ships, may run into Jobe(spl), Pinocchio and Geppetto while in there.
Snickers softly.
Looks at you a moment as you say that.
It does have potential.
Looks over and points to the food court.
Can we grab a drink in one of those whale tale cups?
Grinning

(step)mom?

Had to call 911 -- there was a truck on fire in my (very small) apartment parking lot. Thank goodness I wasn't asleep yet. When I looked out, some guy was throwing liquid on it. I don't know whether it was water or an accelerant. He was yelling something, and I think he was probably drunk or high, because there was no one else out there and all the other apartment lights were off.

Hats off to firefighters. 100%. They made short work of it. It was huge and I thought the truck was going to blow any second. But they caught it before it did.

Just a little drama to spice up your Wednesday night.

Georgia Aquarium
"Was it the 80s?" Zhaire almost paused mid-stride as she mentioned how long ago that show came out. "I remember watching it on an old console floor model TV in my parent's living room. Wow, that was longer than I thought."

He pursed his lips together and kept going. Passing a large mold of a blue whale on the wall he approached a massive set of jaws wide open with a sign that read "Megalodon".

"Imagine getting eaten by that thing! That mouth is larger than my house's door."

Oh, she wanted credit for the story.

"Well, it would only be right to give you some acknowledgement with the genesis of that story. I'll see what Iyana says about its potential."

Might Make Me Believe -Sugarland

https://youtu.be/kaqmB5k6N1U?si=VP3QaqxWX4ku7Q2y

You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This -Toby Keith

https://youtu.be/zwV2VM54CYA?si=AT3fkQwR4nCyiohM

beanpole

pig still tasting duck shit
some dried on its chin

Botanical Gardens
Okay EEeww that's a hard no and Sir, that show came out in the late 80's and I loved it, there was this other show my mom used to watch.
Thinks as she walks holding your hand with hers, slight childlike swing to it.
Night stalker with that one guy who played the father in a Christmas story, another classic. *chuckling*
We would watch that on Christmas eve while making cookies for Santa.
Oh and if you use my idea, I'd like credits in the sleeve.
Nods softly and shudders once more at that whole thing.

I Told You So -Randy Travis

https://youtu.be/l-dX3yFkLVE?si=7O-3s_WOBhtB5dzy

kneeling in its cage
having watched the Duchess brutalize
her dark pig

Shadeara has started a new game with the following players:
Shadeara

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Luxor Heights
They ran.

They ran all the way from Southie, to the NCART line to Pacifica, slowly moving from car to car during the travel to the southern tip, the taint of the transit, watching in practiced paranoia for anyone following or approaching, and then from there out to Voodoo territory with a ping to Mama Kache for permission to cross, and then from there through some dilapidated office building to the shortcut to the EBM Petrochem station checkpoint and back into Dogtown.

Just white-knuckling it all the way away from the ill-fated dinner, with MILLIE's riddled with bruises, some breadcrumbs and one annoying directive and additional mysteries unanswered and were you checking her out?!

"…I'm gonna kill him. Who was that guy, do you remember?" She had the name on the tip of her tongue "Blyat Damon?"

She entered the… location that could generously be called a Future-Domicile somewhere in Luxor Heights, in a certain energy, like she was jogging in place, like she was too spun-up to relax no matter how the exhaustion compelled her to drop herself inert into some surface or another.

MILLIE paced.

"Like do I figure she fucks off, it's an empty threat? If I take her at her word, she was watching me like some kinda fuckin' Corpo-ninja and didn't off me in my sleep, she could in theory. You think she knows about this place? You think she only passed the message along to be polite, but she's not actually invested in an outcome? I haven't seen her in like five years, how do I even know anything? We could just hole up here, just hope Mom finds something else to distract her with? Or maybe this isn't even about Mom, but rather Vikkie whose place we trashed. There's no way she's just letting that—Oh fuck!"

As she paced, she incidentally caught a reflection of herself and gasped, lurching toward a jagged fraction of a reflective pane of glass to examine the image that gawked back. She'd stopped bleeding remarkably fast, but she still painted a ghastly picture.

"…I'm so sorry you're getting dragged into this, I… ah fuck, look what she did to ya…"