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[captainfuckingmagic]

'Hey, this is Harry. I don't know why you're calling but I'll try to call you back.'

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[mightbeconcussed]

Hmmmm yeah but there are boys watching, Harry and the nice thing about boys: they will catch you.

[Well, yes she probably would have done that as well.]

Club Automatica in the Underground. The Blue Light won't let you dance on the bar. It's frowned upon. I don't know why.

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Catch you maybe. You're tiny and cute - I'm pretty sure I'd hit the ground.

Can't imagine. I'll be there in, uhh... Not long.

[TIME LAPSE. Or something. He does show up not terribly much later and wanders over.] Howdy. Having fun?

[mightbeconcussed]

Hmmmm. Sorry. Probably. You should not dance on the bar, Harry. Stick to catching me.

[When he comes into the bar, she's standing on it. She beams at him and totters over more than a bit drunkenly on four inch heels. She leans down to rest her arms on his shoulders.] Harry! Help me down?

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[Of course she is. He doesn't know why he's not really surprised by that, but he lifts his arms up to help her down, sort of hoping she doesn't just... jump onto him but fairly ready for it if she does. If she gets down like a normal person - hah - he'll just hoist her over the stools and set her down next to himself.]

What sort of table-dancing penchant have you got, anyway?

[mightbeconcussed]

[She sort of hops down like a normal person. She also sort of half throws herself at him, so he almost got his wish. In any case she ends up sitting down next to him fairly successfully. ]

I think it's a short complex. What do you want to drink?

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[He goes ahead and takes a seat then as well. And leans on his hand, elbow on the bar.]

Whatever you've got works to start off with - you seem to be in a good mood.

[mightbeconcussed]

Shots! In many different colors.

[She sighs a little, pouting as she does.] Also, not actually a good mood. Just drunk. Boytoy left. Went home. Because in the real world, people just leave. Here, they get taken from you and I can't decide which one is worse.

[She's going to facepalm.] Shot. We need a shot. How do you feel about Screaming Orgasms?

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[................OHHHH. Okay, god. Now he knows what's happening.]

Uhhh. I think I like them but I've never been around one to actually know? Seriously I'm good with anything except tequila.

[He sort of glances alongside at her, and then gives up on that and just twists around so that he's just facing her in the seat, still leaning on his elbow on the bar.] Sorry he left. Hard to tell some things with this place.

[mightbeconcussed]

[She's apologize for pulling you into it, Harry, except that she's not sorry. She leans all the way across the bar which she probably shouldn't do in a mini dress but she's been on top of the bar half the night so she's not sure what difference it makes and orders two screaming orgasms plus two grape soda shots and two skittles shots then plops back down on her stool, facing Harry.]

Sort of my own fault, which is sort of the problem. I could write nasty rumors on the wall of the girls bathroom and tell everyone he has crabs if he'd broken up with me, instead I'm just a dumb girl who makes dumb life decisions so...shots!

[And they're delivered, all different colors, lined up in front of them.]

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[She really probably shouldn't, but at least she's not alone doing it now? Even if I seriously doubt Harry's ability to really be of help has gone up any more than it was at the last time he tried it directly.

He sort of looks at the array of shots she ordered and decides abstractly that he might not be ready for tonight. Also wow sweet things. Sweetish. Definitely not how he normally takes his alcohol.]

I don't think you're dumb. Probably a little, you know, brave for trying it in the first place, here, but. Definitely a little more adventurous than I am, alcoholically. [He's looking at one of the shots at eye level.] Writing things on the walls might help still. You could write how the City has crabs. [No wait.] Except that would suck if it did and they're almost likely to make it a curse so please actually don't do that...

[mightbeconcussed]

[He's joining in with her. That's help enough. She doesn't like being alone on the best days. On days like this, it's really bad for her.

Yes. Sweetish. Definitely Lucy's trend in drinks. She's a girl. She likes the girly things.]

Brave? [She tosses back one of the shots, winces and then continues.] The City is a douchebag! Date at your own risk. Definitely not mentioning crabs though. Good point.

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[Well that's good, because based on the way she's acting, I'm not sure he'd leave her alone anywhere anyway. He follows her lead with one of them, knocking it back and then staring down into the glass as he licks his lips a bit.] These are... [He glances over at her.] Well. Yeah. And the City is totally a douchebag. Grade A, prime cut asshole.

[mightbeconcussed]

[She appreciates that more than she'll probably say. Well, no, she'd probably tell him how much she appreciates it when she's very drunk.]

Yummy. I know right?

[And a kind of snort laugh.] They should that on the brochure.

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[Not quite what he was going to say, but he nods anyway because he also can't really disagree with it. He shrugs and downs another one at random.]

I think if they put that on the brochure they'd probably have less of a 'contented' feel amongst the general people.

[mightbeconcussed]

[She follows suit, downing one of the shots and slamming it back to the bar.]

I can't decide if they really want us content or not. Sometimes I think the City runs on our misery. Momma would tell me that's an excuse for my own bad life choices.

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I'm gonna go with not, since most of the curses always feel like a bad thing. Or, if not directly, they always wind up creating tension and shit. It's just annoying.

Your mom said that? I had a friend's mom... Yeah, Mrs. Chutney. She said shit like that. When Chook would go out and do stupid shit, she'd say things like that when he got back home. We ever get out of the City we ought'a let 'em meet each other. The Bad Life Philosophy Club.

[Last shot, mostly because... They were there, and he wants to be helpful but not get too drunk so as to not be helpful.] Jesus, these are sweet. Wow.

[mightbeconcussed]

And the nice ones are nice enough that you miss them when they're gone so you end up miserable that way.

[Lucy takes her last shot as well. She's so smashed at this point, Harry may end up carrying her out of the bar so drunk but helpful is good.] Yeah, she loves me like crazy and she's all kinds of protective, but she's not afraid to say 'Now Lucy, Love, I told you that boy wasn't good enough for you. He was a bad decision'. In my defense, I'm pretty sure she and Daddy think no boy is good enough.

[She's going to lick some of the remaining sugar rimming one of the shot glasses.] That's what makes them so yummy. Also I think they taste better coming back up. All the sweet overpowers the vomit taste. Totally what you want to hear right now, right?

[captainfuckingmagic]

[He mostly just nods to the first thing because he's starting to feel the sugary effects and attempting to keep notes going of what she's saying at the same time.]

Moms are... Supposed to be protective though. Dads too, but I think that's a little different between, y'know. [He gestures between the two of them.] They act different.

Wow, that is so much more planning than I would have put into it. Are you just like, planning on throwing up, or do you not hold your liquor well?

[mightbeconcussed]

[Oh, he really doesn't have to take notes. Lucy will probably be somewhat embarrassed she talked so much about things that mattered later.]

Definitely. They both protect, just in their own ways.

[She ponders that a second.] I think I hold my liquor very well considering my weight, but I'm pretty much just planning on getting so drunk I throw up and make bad life decisions.

[She tucks her bottom lip between her bottom teeth and leans over to whisper in his ear. It's a little too breathy to be just a whisper.]

Harry, no pressure. Would you like to be one of my bad life decisions tonight?

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[Yeah but this is important, he thinks, so. Notes.

He just nods to her agreement.

He listens to that, playing with the rim of the glass he'd had last and getting the extra sugar on it off, as she speaks and then suddenly she seems a lot closer and he stops messing with the rim, and listens again.]

A... ...what? Hey how long were you drinking before I got here. Because I think if you're not making sense you should probably be at home.

[mightbeconcussed]

[He's very sweet.

She gnaws on her bottom lip, pulling back to look at Harry.] I'm totally making sense. [She pauses a moment, sober enough to realize that this could be bad, but still trying to decide if she wants to push it. Her brow furrows. Right. He doesn't like one night stands. She sighs, cups his face with both hands and leans in to kiss him on the mouth. It's not a long kiss, more just a press of her lips against his before she releases him]

You really aren't a one night stand guy, are you?

[She sounds a little sad and pouty as she says it. She thinks she is making a huge sacrifice by trying not to seduce you, Harry.]

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[She is totally not making sense. To him, anyway. Either way, he opens his eyes and looks at her, vaguely confused, when she lets go and starts speaking again. He pauses, sooooooort of wishing he hadn't already had all three shots just so he could have something to do (and also because of the alcohol let's not lie).]

Not without a lot more alcohol. And once, but it was an accident. And that's not... Not..really.

[She does look sad and pouty.]

Sorry? You want another drink? Can you feel your teeth?

[mightbeconcussed]

[She sighs dramatically.]

It's okay. You warned me ahead of time you weren't a one night stand sort of guy. Yes, definitely another drink.

[She clacks her teeth together.] Still feeling my teeth and the pain of rejection. [The last is said teasingly.]

Tell me you love me in a purely platonic way, Harry. And that I'm pretty. Please. You can also throw in that if you were a one night stand sort of guy, you would totally one night stand me. But the last part only if you want to.

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[He will dutifully go ahead and order 'something sweet' for her and something normal for himself. Probably just whatever she had before she got the shots.]

I think you'll probably be able to get over me, honey. [Also teasing; volley back.] Besides, there's... You know. Some others to chose from. Not that I'm advocating - just that you're all fiery and pretty and... Well, more than a little drunk, which sad to say helps the whole appeal for some people. But even without it, you know. [Quick, drink.]

[mightbeconcussed]

[Mint Juleps. She thanks him, sighs and leans against him. This is the touchy portion of the evening. Not that she's not normally fairly touchy.]

I could burn a torch...carry a torch. I could carry a torch and make an altar in my closet. You never know, Harry. [She's teasing. She wouldn't. Probably. I mean she did when she was in high school but didn't everyone at one time? That's normal. Right?]

Other what's to choose from? Boys? Or options? And what options are we talking or boys for that matter. Are you trying to pimp me out, Harry? Yes. Drunk. I like drunk. It's fun.