[Day: Friday, Oct. 27th. Time: 9:00 a.m.] [Three guys walk into a bar.] [Session Start] (STUNNING SETUP.) ( LUKAS HEAD A SPLODE ) (Third one ducks!) * Lukas looks like he needs a change of clothes. * Lukas also grumbles, "God, if I have to hear anything more about games I'm gonna punch someone." ( Can it be Togo's bar? =P ) (... I don't think Herman lives near Togo's bar.) (Herman lives near HERMAN'S bar.) ( Point. ) * Togo nods. "Remind me never to lend anyone anything again." * Ashley is dressed in leather street gear! He walks in, takes a deep breath, and exhales. "Thing One and Thing Two are the farthest thing from my mind! A pint of bitter, now that's talking." Yes. Liquor is good. Liquor helps me not think about my complete lack of usefulness against Valmont, and the impending Holloween fun. * Lukas replies, "Like you're gonna be in town for Halloween?" * Ashley strides up the bar. "Three pints of Hoptoad Axle Grease!" He looks to Togo. "What'll you have?" Vodka on the rocks. * Rowyn has quit IRC (Ping timeout) [You got served!] ( Oh snap. ) [I mean... You get served!] * Lukas orders an irish coffee. Fuck you, it's early. * Ashley oneshots the first pint - up, nod, tilt, drain with a smooth continuous swallow. * Wingdance has joined #besm * Togo looks at Volt. "Why wouldn't we be in town?" *down some vodka* Aside from, y'know, common sense. Or a sembelence of a self-preservation instinct. * Lukas looks at Togo half-disbelievingly. "All the shit with the Interpol morons?" * Awaymancer is now known as Sleepmancer * Ashley slams his glass down on the counter. "AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh. Now THAT'S what I needed this morning." s'gonna take them some time to figure out a way to get us into the Empire, I think. If not... well, then we get to miss the fun. * Togo shakes his head, and down another sip of vodka. "Just can't fathom that Mariah and the others could be so stupid as to try something like this..." Shame about that. I can't fathom that I give a flying fuck. You'd start giving a flying fuck if Lucifer suddenly popped in for a visit. * Lukas takes a drink. Pauses a moment, then goes, "I can see it, I just didn't think Mitsuji was that stupid." A pause, then he takes another drink. "Fuck. I need to get a damn chance to meet 'Kaela." * Ashley waves his hands in mock horror. "Oh no! The debil! Wait, I don't care, I don't have a soul to get damned." * Lukas glances to Ashley and jokes bitterly, "You should just give him a good screw and send him on his way. Maybe that's all he needs." Satan? You think he swings like the garden gate? ... also, you think he's a bottom? * Lukas shrugs. "Switch it up once and a while, Ashley." He takes another sip. "Good damn morning." * Ashley nurses his second pint. "Oh, I do, but you implied I'd be doing the shagging, and not vice-versa." I doubt Lucifer is a very considerate lover. Might be a bit kinkier than even you can handle, Ashley. * Ashley quirks an eyebrow at Togo. "You've clearly never seen my boudouire." * Lukas smirks. "You two do that. Togo cam come back with the 'Rainbow Bright 20XX' box imprinted on his ass." Kinky is an art, not a science, Lukas. ... I ain't goin' near Ashley's bourouire without a hazmat suit, a flamethrower, and a couple of mechanized divisions backing me up. Oh, NOW who's kinky? * Ashley gulps his pint, smiling. * Lukas smirks a little, then it slips and he looks off into space a bit. * Togo grins, then raises his glass for a toast. "To not getting dead, and maybe doing a bit of good on the way." * Lukas grunts and waves his mug at Togo. * Ashley blinks as he finishes his second pint. "We were toasting? Damn." He raises his hand. "Three more, publican!" * Ashley raises his third, and lifts it. "To large breasted women and men with buns of steel. And maybe doing a bit of good on the way." * Lukas grumble-snarks, "We already got them. I can do without." 2 outta three ain't bad. We need ones that are going to shag me, dammit. I'm just glad you didn't start hitting on the women from Khalil's village. I don't think he would've taken it well. * Retrieving #besm modes... * Ashley thunks his head on the bar. "Dammit, I really wanted to. If we had the time to head to Milan, maybe it'd ease up a little, but a fae's got some urges, man!" Use your powers. Make your hands look like beautiful twins or something. ... you have a fascinating capacity for kink, my friend. It's a shame you ignore the gift. * Lukas just looks off a bit, holding the mug. * Ashley looks over. "Faeland Ranch to Lukas. Penis talk occurring! Insights?" I'm ex-military, ex-cop, *and* I have no eyes. Recipe for an active imagination. * Lukas glances to Ashley and mutters, "I'm pro?" * Ashley throws up his hands, nearly spilling the pint. "One's pro-penis and the other's a raging pile of denial, and the one not here's straight out gay, and I can't get laid! Auberon preserve your poor servant!" * Lukas smirks. "Pro _my_ penis." Then he sips and looks off a bit. Dude, it's morning. Morning and alcohol are like blue and pomegranates. Are you with us, here? * Togo downs s'more of his vodka. * Lukas snaps, "What? Jesus, am I some sort of entertainment machine? Go get Ten if you want entertainment." What's on your brain pan? Vent! That's what pubs are for. * Rowyn has joined #besm * ChanServ sets mode: +o Rowyn * Tripon has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer) * Lukas smirks a little, then shakes his head. "It's just that this entire thing... I'm a fucking hacker. A little spark of whatever the fuck I've got isn't enough to get nearly killed once a week." He takes a sip, then adds, "I only get skill to live on. Luck's not for me." Hey, it's worked so far. * Ashley gulps his pint! Invest in kevlar. * Lukas snorts. "Kevlar's not built for fire or metal spikes, Togo. Get real." Every little bit helps. My trenchcoat's armored, and it's saved my ass a good number of times. * Lukas smirks a little, then shakes his head. "It'd just hit me in the head, then. You learn not to tempt fate eventually, Togo." Beat. "I just learned it early." True. In retrospect, goggles would've been a good investment. * Togo finishes off his vodka, and orders a pint of Guinness. * Lukas snorts and takes another sip, emptying the cup. * Ashley slams the third pint down. "Who needs goggles?" People who want to avoid eye injuries, for one thing. * Tripon has joined #besm * Ashley starts on his fourth pint. "Eyes. Funny old things, really." That reminds me. That fae that I really wanted to shoot that kept offering me my eyes back... could she have actually done it? Oh, sure. You wouldn't have liked it, though. I mean, just because you have them doesn't mean they work, or that you see anything other than naked Bea Arthurs. Ah. Monkey's paw. * Lukas shrugs. "Whaddya want for nothing?" He snorts. "Nothin's free." More than likely, they'd have worked fine until you left. * Ashley grins. "Fairy gold's not always what glitters." I woulda given a few years off my lifespan to have my eyes back, frankly. Not like this is a job with a particularly long life expectancy. But I get what you're saying. * Lukas chuckles a little weakly and rolls the mug back and forth in his hands. It's not even all that much better with the Seelie, really. * Ashley shrugs. "We can't lie, so we misdirect, shuffle, upset. Okanna barra." Caveat emptor. More or less. * Lukas smirks. "Rule of life." One more roll, and the cup slips, hits the table and shatters, pegging him in the hand. "Ah, fuck." * Ashley shrugs. "It happens." * Lukas pulls a small bandage and a pair of tweezers out of his pocket, and picks the shards out of his hand. "Doesn't it." * Rowyn has quit IRC (Ping timeout) * Ashley works on the next pint. "Well, you could always work to fix it. I mean, there are ways." Weld a horseshoe to your ass. Slightly less painful ones. * Lukas finishes tweezing and bandages up. "Forget it." * Tripon has quit IRC (Ping timeout) Hey, just offering. I mean, you complain about everything so much, and you really seem to mean it. You've GOT some powers, guy, make use of it. You don't see me holding back. * Lukas smirks a little and leans back, rubbing his hand. "Nothing's free, Ashley. Especially being a freak." Pffffft. You call yourself a freak again I'll hit you upside the head with this pint glass. * Togo down a gulp of Guinness. "Yeah. I'm the official team freak." * Ashley drinks. "You've got the recommended daily amount of limbs and eyes. A little spark around the outside's not anything to get fluffed over. I mean, if you're missing your John Thomas, well, then you've got a gripe, but." ( You guys are so going to have a threesome before noon. ) (WOO. FINALLY.) * Lukas snorts. "Yeah, because 'kaela and I are normalcy in a bucket." Beat. "Shit, 'kaela would have everything, but congratulations, we hit the fucked shit lottery." * Ashley waves his hands. "'Oh, no, I have sparks!' Come on, you could seriously whine more about a power that's got not much of a visible drawback to it." * Tripon has joined #besm * Lukas snorts again. "The lightning's just the good half, Ashley." Beat. "Shit, it might even be better if either of us understood it. But we don't." A weak, low chuckle. * Ashley blinks. "And you've not gone to a seer ... why? Look, you've been with this group months now, and you've GOT to have at LEAST a MILD acclimation to the warp and woof of the supernatural spectrum as it stands in Ye Olde Londontown. Why the bloody hell have you not seen a bloody magic shrink?" What's the bad part? Static cling? (Also, I love how we're just in a random bar yammering about magic.) Because it's not magic, and I don't give a fuck about it. If I have to hear one more cracked out random story about what 'might' be wrong with me, I'll puke all over your nice nonexistant leather. You clearly do give a fuck about it. Your whinging's a dead giveaway, innit? * Lukas glares at Togo for his stupid static cling thing, then responds back to Ashley, "Welcome to life without being blasted out of your brain all the time. News flash, it sorta sucks." * Phantasm has quit IRC (Quit: Flying is for droids.) * Ashley swallows a gulp and screws up his brow. "Wait. So you care, so you whinge, except you don't care, so you whinge, except now you're whinging about me caring about your not caring not squaring with the whinging? Are you trying to confuse an inebriated fae, or has it been a hobby so long it's second nature?" * Lukas smirks. "If I say I'm trying to confuse you, will you drop it?" Beat. "There's no time to deal with this shit, and no way to deal with it. Haven't even gotten into the fact that I'm sticking around with you people despite being eligable for five-to-fifteen." Which has nothing to do with my goddamn whinging. Look, you know I know people. It's not like we've got to actively keep our noses to the pavement, innit? We just put out the good word, maybe trot you around like a pony for a bit. 's no good just sittin' there like you're about to start singing The Cure songs at us. * Lukas rolls his eyes. "Yeah, because nothing bad could happen if we did THAT. Jesus." Worst case scenario, Lukas, I could prolly call in some favors, sneak you back to the States. Know a few government agencies that could use a man of your talents. *grins* Just does no bloody good to sit there. * Ashley finishes off pint #6. * Lukas chuckles and glances to Togo. "If I wanted indentured servitude, I coulda gotten out of this business years ago." He looks to Ashley and says, "Yeah, well. Neither does getting near-killed every week, but that seems to be part of the entire deal, so fuck it." Hey, you don't want help, no flakes off my gold. * Lukas waves his now-bandaged hand idly. "Yeah, yeah. Unless a god comes down right now and fucking fixes it, there's nothing you could do anyway." Beat. "Ten, 'Kaela, this, and whatever the shit is up with Interpol. Life's pretty much chock-fucking-full right now." (Have to sleep. Going to be up at six thirty tomorrow morning. Night!) (Hellobye.) * Ardle has quit IRC (Quit: Gikathud.) * Lukas rubs his face. "Shit, we haven't even gotten through everything we got from Asahara, not that anyone cares about THAT, either. Gods." Beat. "Someone else talk about something, I'm sick of dwelling out loud." * Wingdance has quit IRC (Quit: Wingdance) * Togo finishes off his Guinness. "Ten seems to be adapting well to sentience." * Lukas glares at Togo a moment again, then goes, "Yeah, she does that." Amazing bit of work. Is it just a really complex program, or is there something more to Ten? * Ashley leans back REALLY far to drain the absolute last out of the 6th glass. "Where the devil is the bartender?" * Lukas chuckles. "If we only knew, Togo." Beat. "Might as well ask if you've got a damn soul, or something." I know I have a rocket launcher. Beyond that, who knows what else I have laying around in this coat? Oy. If you have souls in there, keep it the bloody hell away from me. *hic* * Lukas runs a hand back over his hair. "Yeah, really." * Togo pulls out a boot sole. *waves hands eerily* "Ooooooh..." * Ashley looks to the bar. "For the love of god, another!" (I think I need to z soon.) ( Can end whenever. ) * Togo eyes the boot sole. "... I'm obviously not drunk enough." *motions for another guinness* ( End nowish. ) [Session End!]