itsjustagamerp | Drinks are on the station!

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Drinks are on the station!

Characters: Shepard and any adults who feel like getting smashed.
Content: With so much ale and mead on board, why let it go all to waste
Location: Cafeteria
Time of day: Evening to somewhere in the very early morning
Warnings: alcohol and everything related to it.

When someone does around to the mess of a space station for some food, they never really expect to see several ancient-looking barrels just neatly set up against the farthest wall. So for Shepard, she couldn't help but be a little suspicious. It didn't take long though to realize what they contained and that it hadn't been tampered with. Given nobody else was around, how could the commander say no to a little pick-me-up?

Using one of the equally ancient-looking mugs that were lying on the table, she poured herself a nice fill before sitting herself down at one of the tables. Raising the glass, it was almost to her lips when it hit her what she forgot.

She nodded with her mug and dipped her head a little at the barrels in a toast. "To whoever's terrible idea this was." She muttered and took in a nice swig of her drink.

[Alright folks, this will largely be a party-based log. There's juuust enough barrels of ale and mead to get everyone involved absolutely drunk, so have at it! Tag anywhere and everywhere you like. Please keep the characters to just adults as I'm sure there would be enough hilarity and awkwardness without the children. XD]

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Mike was thankful that things around here had been calm, at least for a little while...although he didn't expect that to last for that long. And even "calm" around here meant so much weirdness that there was really no end to it. Man, he could really use a good beer...

And wouldn't you have it, he just happened to stumble across one! It looked like a whole bunch of barrels and bottles had been set out in the cafeteria area. What's more, that really nice-looking woman was here, too...Shepard, was it?

This would probably be his only chance to have a bar setting with a pretty lady until he got back to Earth, so he decided to take advantage of this for all it was worth. He strode up to the barrels, putting on his best smile. "Well, hey there! Enough mead there to share?"

"Help yourself." She answered, returning an equal smile right back at Mike. She had only just went to grab another fill when Mike had managed to walk in. He seemed like a good guy and definitely was cute in his own way.

Shepard rested her shoulder against the drinking barrel and watched as Mike went over to pour himself a mug. "Mike, wasn't it? Just what kind of Temp jobs did you do before you ended up here?"

"Don't mind if I do!" he replied, and set his mug under one of the barrel taps. Once full of mead, he took a brief swig...it was pretty good, actually. He hadn't had a solid drink in quite awhile.

Luck definitely had to be on his side today...she was even starting off with normal small talk! "Oh you know, a wide variety of stuff...worked in a cheese factory for awhile, stint in an office, mascot for a local Weinserschnitzel, dishwasher..."

At least, those were some of the less shameful ones.

Shepard herself found the drink to be also good. It didn't have as much kick as she was used to drinking back in her own time, but the flavor gave it a decent enough taste. She followed Mike and took another gulp of her own.

Her smile grew a little more when she heard Mike's answer. "You've certainly been around. Though aside from the mascot, they don't seem too bad. How long were you hired for most of these?"

Wow, Shepard certainly took a big drink there...he wondered how much she could handle. Probably not more than him, though!

And hey, was she really impressed by those temp jobs? He thought he'd been lucky to have Ginger impressed. Of course, the next question was not as nice...there was a reason they were called "temp" jobs. This called for another swig of his drink, which he gladly took. "Oh, you know...anywhere from a couple've weeks to six months. Heh, when you're tempin' it, it's one thing after another!"

Well Shepard wasn't impressed so much as curious. Her career had almost relied entirely on locating to colonies or inside military stations, so careers were pretty focused toward necessities and just short of her arrival here, there wasn't much time for simple small talk. Besides, a little small talk never hurt anyone.

She nodded to his answer and moved over a little to fill her mug a little more than where it was before. "Hopefully they paid decently, right?"

He took another sip of the mead...that stuff was warming him up pretty well. Even if she wasn't actually impressed, it was nice to believe so. "Ehh, decent enough to get by. No bennies, though," he sighed.

"So what sorta jobs do you get in the future? And hey...do they still have the World Series then?" He remembered her mentioning that she was from some time in the very-distant future. And if she knew some future things...maybe if he ever got down to Earth he could win an office pool or two.

"'Bennies'? I have a feeling that's just an old Earth term, unless...?" Can never be careful.

She sipped her own drink, rubbing away some of the foam immediately from her mouth. What were the jobs in her future? "I haven't...exactly been anywhere near Allia-, I mean Human territories for a while. From what I saw, they were pretty much what you have here in this era and the other races were pretty much doing the same. The colonies are a little specialized, since necessity comes before preference, but still the same engineers, shop clerks and desk jockeys."

The more Shepard thought about it, it was no wonder there were so many mercenaries running around. People probably didn't want the boredom the other jobs had.

"Oh, right," he should have thought about that. Maybe those didn't exist in the future? Who knows. "I mean benefits. Health, dental insurance, vacation pay, stuff like that."

So, not as exciting as Mike would've thought. But then again, even in a future populated by aliens, he would be the kind to end up with a boring desk job. Perhaps there was just no way to get rid of those. "I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same, huh?" And as to his other question... "I guess there wouldn't really be a...'Universe Series', either."

He watched as Shepard took another sip of her drink. "Pretty good with your liquor, there!"

After a long, boring day of doing absolutely fucking nothing (save arguing with everyone he came across about likely stupid shit), Falco decided that he would very much like a snack. What he found instead were a bunch of barrels lined up against the wall, and Commander whats-her-name boozing it up at a table.

Normally, Falco wasn't one for small talk, but he was rather bored.

"That crap any good?"

"Better than anything else around here." Shepard answered, only turning her eyes to give Falco a glance while she took another gulp of her current mug.

"Want me to find a bird feeder for you?"

"Cute, lady, but no."

Falco grumbled and filled a mug of his own up, not even bothering to sit down before chugging it's contents. What a classy guy.

Liz just watched from across the table as Falco approached, quirking a little smile.

"Here to show us all the origin of the phrase 'drinking like a bird'?"

Falco just shrugged, filling up a mug and grabbing a seat at the table. With all this booze around, not even Liz's horrid puns could annoy him.

"Hell, I don't have anything better to do."

Challenge accepted, Falco. Challenge accepted.

"You never have anything better to do. You've gotta get yourself a bird, man; can't be healthy to have this little a life."

"This satellite ain't big enough for two birds."

He probably didn't actually understand what she meant, but that was okay. He had a huge mug of booze and he was going to town on it.

"This Satellite's big enough for an ARMY of birds."

"Okay, so it's a good sized satellite."

To anyone who really knew her well, it shouldn't have been any surprise that Liz appeared in the cafeteria dressed in armor. She was totally in her element with all of the medieval fare filling the Satellite, and always enjoyed dressing for the part. She'd almost forgotten how it felt to wear armor, too, aside from how heavy it all was. It made her miss her morpher, in a way, though she was certainly glad she hadn't needed to use it since banishing Vyce.

Just as she was thinking it was starting to get hot in all this stuff and was on her way to get something to drink anyway, she noted the barrels of mead lining the wall.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," she declared with a smile, "Who do we have to thank for all this?"

Maes walked in behind her. While he wasn't dressed for the part he had certainly been enjoying rediscovering his old talent of juggling and as usual it had taken his mind off of a lot of things. This place may have been crazy, but it was an excellent distraction from worrying about what was going on back home and what had happened there.

Still, he wasn't about to ruin the festive mood in the cafeteria. He eyed the barrels of mead and smiled despite himself. Yeah, a good drink wouldn't hurt now would it. "I don't know, normally I'd say we should buy them a drink but I have a feeling these are free for the taking." He looked down at Liz with a grin, "I say we take advantage of their generous gift." Normally he wasn't a drinking man and had mostly gone without since having Elysia, but there was always the time for exceptions.

As he passed Liz he nodded, "Nice getup by the way."

"Thanks. I've always liked dressing up in this kind of stuff."

"I'm surprised it's not too heavy or hot for you, but I guess if you're used to that style it wouldn't be," Maes commented. He headed over towards the large barrels and started pouring two mugs before handing one to Liz.

Aqua hadn't been entirely sure whether or not to make something of the display, but after careful consideration she had figured it wouldn't really hurt. She was old enough for it, and as long as she managed to not get herself horribly drunk then it wouldn't even have too much of an effect in the long run.

"I'd guess the ship," she suggested, with a shrug.

Shepard ears took note of others approaching and after hearing what they said, she let herself give a big smile. She didn't move from her table, the past half hour already made her spot nice and settled. Still, she raised her arm and motioned toward the barrels.

"Help yourselves to as much as you like. We wouldn't want any left over for the kids to get into." Her smile curled with a just a hint of mischief.

"Well, it's probably the nicest thing the ship's ever given us."

Liz nodded at Shepard's offer and quite quickly helped herself to a pewter mug and a pint of the mead before sitting with the others at the table. It certainly smelled like the good stuff already.

"It is," Aqua answered with a nod as she helped herself to the mead in kind. It was a veritable rarity, even, and she was quite certain that if it hadn't been for the apparent theme of the day it wouldn't have even been here.

"Still, I can't imagine it'll be here for long."

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