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 shakes his head, taking another drink from his glass. "Just a little bit of beer to drown the news. And I don't think there is a late here. At least those who arrive before Guy kicks all of us freeloaders out."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_booster_gold_/]

Michael gives him a quizzical glance. "What do you mean.... to 'drown out the news'?" He frowns, knowing he's missed out on something.

"Heh. Well good. Because if this is a party, I need to be around for every minute of the trouble."

[itsastretch.livejournal.com]

Ralph sighs, reaching out an elongated arm for the television remote, turning it onto 'E', they'll be repeating the damn thing - the story on Sue serving Ralph with divorce papers and showing up in public on Ted's arm. As soon as the segment ends, he sighs and flips the television over to the Mets game.

"Not exactly a party, I'm afraid. Sue couldn't take the super hero lifestyle anymore. And much as I'd like to say otherwise, not sure I can blame her, in light of what's happened."

He sighs, then takes another shot from his beer mug. "Sorry to dampen the mood."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_booster_gold_/]

Raising an eyebrow, Michael's focus turns to the television. His brow furrows. Can his eyes and his ears be decieving him?

His voice is soft, muttered and muffled. "What the hell?"

He frowns, his tone keeping it's soft tone. "Ralph.. I'm..... sorry." He sighs weakly, not entirely sure what to say.

[itsastretch.livejournal.com]

Ralph nods with a sigh. "Yeah, me neither. Which is why I'm out drinking. Seemed the thing to do. Thanks though, I'm glad you came out."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_booster_gold_/]

He sighs. The subject is not only depressing Ralph when it's brought up, but is depressing him as well. He searches for another topic.

"You know.. we really ought to do group gatherings like this more often... and on better terms.."

[itsastretch.livejournal.com]

Ralph nods thoughtfully. "We used to do this all the time. Barry said it was a way for people to bond when they weren't working. Barry... me, Ollie, Ray, Carter, Dinah and Zee. It just kind of fell by the wayside over the years though, a little before you guys came in, actually. Work just got to most of us, I guess."

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"Oh.... really?" Michael nodded. "I can see where it would be a bonding activity. Kind of gives us all a chance to unwind, you know?"

[itsastretch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm noticing this. Well, if they ever elect me chairman, I think I'll push for a beer night. Granted, it'd be worth it just to see Supe's face when the strippers arrive... but I think it'd also help people take things maybe a bit less seriously all the time. Besides, you should see Zee when she throws a few back, she... well, nevermind, you're too young."

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Michael raised an eyebrow. "Too young? ME? You're joking right?"

He thought about it, having to consider. "Well, I am technically from the future, so I'm not really born YET here... so I'm probably at the age of like negitive four-hundred years.But..." He grined. "I can handle iot. Besideds.. now's the time for stories. And something involving Zee and alcohol? I've gotta hear.

Yo gotta spill now, bro."

[itsastretch.livejournal.com]

Ralph shakes his head firmly. "No chance. Zee would probably kill me. Or maybe just turn me into something awkward. Which would be... well... awkward. You can ask her yourself though. Let's just say she's a natural performer. Ending up on stage as a career... no real surprise."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_booster_gold_/]

He raised an eyebrow. "Zee would kill you?" He shook his head and smiled just faintly. "She can't hurt a flea.... well, okay maybe she could." He waved his hand passively before running it through his hair. "Forget it. She could easily hurt a flea or anyone else for that matter, but I don't think she'd be able to KILL you in the literal sense anyway.

"But if you.. don't want to talk about it, I understand."

[guy-lantern.livejournal.com]

Hey Mikey, come're and try this. It's a drink combo I've dubbed 'The Boosted Gold". A shot of goldshlagger with a pint of gold apple cider as the chaser. It'll kock you on your ass by the way.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_booster_gold_/]

Michael turns, raising an eyebrow. "There really is a drink called that?"

He snorts. "You wish it'll knock me on my ass. Gimme one then."

[guy-lantern.livejournal.com]

* Guy grins wickedly. The thing about this drink combo is that it doesn't feel like much at first and novices tend to order seconds or even thirds before the effect catches up. *

""Hey someone's got balls! Here ya go. I'll set you up with a second round when yer done with the first."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_booster_gold_/]

Michael grins. He was never really big on drinking, but he WAS witht he guys after all. And he was here to have some fun, so why not go with it?

He took a drink and made it go down quickly, rubbing the bottom of his chin in thought. "Not...... not bad. What did you say this was called again? A Boost of Gold?"