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[pilot_princess]

[There's a drunken laugh from the pink-haired alien-girl. She sniffles, trying to stop, and a glass cup roughly lands on the wooden bar. Obvious intoxication is made even more obvious when she tries to address you, lovely citizens of Discedo.]

Yeh know... Working here... at she bar... besht job everrr. Shih'nji.. is shooooo nice. He's... he's my beshtest friend! You guys... isht's slow todayyyy... should come by and... and drink with me! It's a paaaahty!

[And more laughs. They trickle off as Anemone pauses.] Oh! Coool... Dis-gay-do... y'work faaast...

[And the bar stool scrapes against the ground. Anemone abandons her communicator for a little; the door opens, and she gasps loudly.]

Shiiiinji! It's a puppet show!

[[ooc: no, Anemone, it's a marionette. Or around three of them. Drunken fighting for Shinji, welcoming bar commentlogs for everyone, otherwise tags are delayed until post-fight. Also for the bar nuts, Kureha offers knife-throwing for anyone who calls her old. 8D]]

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one third less tipsy commentlog 8D

[pilot_princess]

[Anemone shakes her head. She's fine, for the most part, save for the drunkenness and the double-vision and the bleeding. She just grins for a moment.]

I'm okay. But Shinji, why are you so wobbly?

[Or she's wobbling. She doesn't really know. Except, attention span going everywhere. Her eyes shift and land on Ace, and a broad grin forms. It's a little crazy with the smeared blood, but she's genuinely happy to see him.]

Thaaaanks! Ace-Ace, I wanna hug!

[Arms outstretched, she heads over. He better hug her.]

one third less tipsy commentlog 89

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

I'm not wobbly!

[He snaps that out, but with an odd clenched tone at the back of his throat. He'll take ten times more dizziness than deal with his flip flopping stomach right now.]

Look, Ace... [Muttering something under his breath that might be 'thanks, I guess,' or maybe not.

Anemone and Ace are kind of swirling in his vision. Bright pink, red and black, and loud. That's the last straw for him. While Anemone reaches out for a hug, Shinjiro stumbles out and around the corner to get thoroughly sick in private.

He'll be there for a few minutes, throwing up everything he ate and drank in the past couple hours.]

one third less tipsy commentlog 89 <-- totally thought that was a ball-man fist-pump

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

{He's a little taken aback by the snappy comment and watches the bar-owner...well... wobble. He's about to add his own two cents but decides against it. Anemone is bouncing his way anyway and he opens his arms to catch her and pull her into a hug. His brow furrows softly as he tries to get a better look at that bleeding.

He hears the muttered thanks and smiles softly at Shinji before the expression turns to that of concern again. He watches the other stagger off around the corner and hears his retching. He winces, poor guy.}

We better get you two back inside before more of these things decide to pay us a visit hm?

{He slings an arm around Anemone to coax her back inside. Once there he has every intention of going back out to see to Shinji. After all, a man needs some of his dignity and despite Anemone's morbid curiosity, he'd rather escort her inside and come back to give the poor bar-owner some privacy at least. He won't leave the man alone though, not with the potential of those monsters lurking and his condition.}

one third less tipsy commentlog 89 <-- totally thought that was a ball-man fist-pump

[pilot_princess]

[Hugs! The happy little pink girl just grins and stumbles over to him, wrapping her arms around him. Attempting to avoid smearing blood on him, she tries turning her head but she doubts it does much anyway. She'll be fine soon enough, once she sits down at least.

Once they start heading in, she just hangs onto Ace's arm, grinning for a moment before looking at Shinji. Was he running off?]

Where's heeeee going?

[The moment she's inside, she's almost completely distracted. He'll come in eventually. So she just grins at Ace and hurries off to get a towel.]