At Warriors

[itsastretch]

Ralph is in an unusually sober mood as he enters the bar. He's not sure if Ollie has told anyone else the reason behind the gathering, and it really doesn't matter. He just needs to get out of the house for a while. People are greeted with waves, small nods, or the occasional slight smile - though his heart is obviously not into the latter. "Thanks for coming guys, glad you could make it."

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[itsastretch.livejournal.com]

Ralph's head turns quickly as the door slams open, peering towards Booker. "Strippers...?" he comments quietly, having been a loooong time since he even considered such a thing. "Anyway, heya Booker. Glad you could make it."

[gin-n-tectonic.livejournal.com]

You're newly single, man! It is time to once again indulge in the few pleasures a single life! And stuff.

Hm. Maybe he needs to appeal to Ralph's sensitive side.

I'm not sayin' that this is gonna be, like, a replacement or nothing. We gotta, uh, take time for you to heal. Yeah. Heal. Lapdances, they're excellent for the healing. It's, you know, holistic.

[itsastretch.livejournal.com]

Ralph actually smiles a little, then shakes his head. "I think I need a little bit more time before I get quite so healed. I just got the letter a little bit ago, and I still have work to do too... but I'll keep it in mind."

[guy-lantern.livejournal.com]

* Guy puts his hand to his face. oh boy *

Hey Booker, you man enough for some tequilla?

[gin-n-tectonic.livejournal.com]

Lay it on me, barkeep!

He brandishes a lemon wedge like a katana. No, seriously.

[guy-lantern.livejournal.com]

* Since the bill is on Stewart now, Guy breaks out the really good stuff and several shot glasses. *

"Awright, let's do this!"

* He calls out to the crowd.*

"Anyone else got the cahones for this?"

[kilowog.livejournal.com]

Like tequila's somethin' special? I'll drink you under the table, Gardner.

[guy-lantern.livejournal.com]

"I'd like ta see that! But I'm the bartender, so I need my head clear buddy.
Why don't ya warm up against Booker here?"

* Guy sets up 'shots' for Kilawog. Brandy Snifter shots. Gotta compensate for Vik physiology after all. *

[gin-n-tectonic.livejournal.com]

I'll handicap him inta the floor!

Downs two shots in quick succession, with lemon and salt.

[guy-lantern.livejournal.com]

There ya go!

*Pours more shots.*

"and Booker.. you break it, you buy it, and I aint talkin about the glassware."

*wink*

[kilowog.livejournal.com]

*rolls the brandy around in the glass a little, taking an appreciative whiff, before clanging it back in his throat like it was water*

Ain't happenin', poozer. I'm bettin' you ain't half that big under that 50 pounds o' coat there.

[gin-n-tectonic.livejournal.com]

Oh no you DIDN'T!

Shot. Shot. Shot.

[kilowog.livejournal.com]

*laughs, then puts his big hand around four shots, one between each space between fingers, downing them all at once after a big wind-up.*

Give up now, pooz. It ain't gonna end pretty for ya.

[gin-n-tectonic.livejournal.com]

I regret... ahem. I regret that I have but one life t' give f'r the Justice League! Don' drink till ya see the whites of their eyes, men!

Four in quick succession. But man, Booker looks real hazy now.

[kilowog.livejournal.com]

*laughs a bit louder than usual, indicating he's not entirely unaffected, but he's a lot steadier than the Major.*

You ain' tryin' to use your powers right now, are ya? I haven't seen ya that shaky without quakin' things up.

*another snifter, down the hatch easily*

[guy-lantern.livejournal.com]

* As Guy passes the pair, a new round of drinks are quickly produced for them. Empties vanish and pretzles are replaced. Without loosing a beat he moves on to the next patron. *