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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[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. *