It's like paradise, spread out with a butter knife :: [OPEN]

[bonhomme7h.livejournal.com]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Réjean has decided that more people ought to celebrate and help raise a bit of dosh for one of his favourite bars. See: flyer.
Where: The Apache.
When: Misdi night and into the wee hours of the morning.
Warnings: Discussion of Pickman's manky feet.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Tonight, the bar is packed with people from all across the city, different cantons and cohorts, all out to celebrate surviving the fungal plague. Patrons are encouraged to buy tickets for a door prize with the proceeds going to repair the damage tunnelling ants made to the cellar.

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[heyloudgirl.livejournal.com]

It's only after Rochelle arrives, freshly showered and encased in a burnished red leather blazer she recovered from the Lost and Found, that she realizes she doesn't have any cash for drinks or whatever other amusement the Apache might offer.

Shit.

Not that she could get close to the bar if she wanted to now. The place was tightly packed, leaving her with one of two options: finding an unoccupied seat or a familiar face. Whichever Rochelle ran into first.

[rhinemaid]

Being as Ilde is not a seat, Rochelle will have to make do with her passably familiar face - she's been drinking, though only Mabel sees her as literally blurry around the edges. (As far as she knows. Maybe other people have similar abilities that her glamour confuses- that would be fascinating.)

"Hello, you came!" Yes. Yes, that's self-evident, what with the fact she is here, in front of you, Ilde. Good job. Stop drinking.

[heyloudgirl.livejournal.com]

Rochelle starts at Ilde's seemingly sudden appearance, but then a toothy smile splits her face. Ilde looks different in person-- more lively. But that could just be the alcohol coursing through her system.

"Sure did, and it looks like you started without me," she responds, nodding toward the drink in the other woman's hand.

[rhinemaid]

"I did," she concedes amiably; the liveliness is, very like, down to the fact she's had a healthy buzz since arrival, but then she does have her moments. (They're just rarer when she's not drinking. ...much rarer.) "I'll buy you a drink, you can come and dance with me-"

Having decided at some point that tonight is going to be a good night, Ilde is doing her level best to enforce this executive decision.

[heyloudgirl.livejournal.com]

Rochelle cocks a brow at the D-word that doesn't end in 'rink'. "If you want me to dance, that's three shots of Cuervo minimum," she replies laughingly. "How long you been here?"

[gotbottle]

"Rochelle, right?"

There's a smiling redhead more or less at Rochelle's elbow--it can't be helped, it's packed in here. She offers a hand. "I'm Rachel. From earlier? Man, I love your jacket. I'm glad you could make it!"

[heyloudgirl.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Rochelle cries, taking Rachel's hand and shaking it. "Isn't it great?" she continues, stretching out her arms and showing off her blazer. "It was a lucky find." Then, she takes a moment to scan the bar, eyes slightly wide with awe. "I didn't realize there were so many of us here."

[gotbottle]

"It's fantastic--you look great!"

Rachel looks around, too, nodding. "It's crazy in here tonight. This can't all be our cohort, there's gotta be other ones here too. Feels like the whole city turned out for this party."

[pinkmoon.livejournal.com]

The party is getting close to 'dangerously rollicking'; staff is keeping an eye out to ensure nothing demands, say, Militia involvement, which would seriously put a damper on the evening's festivities. Ruby is determined to get herself something to drink, though. The bartender is too busy to attend to her, zipping to and fro at the other end of the bar, quite a ways away.

It's not that she's difficult to notice (5'9" with extremely long flame-red hair, she is not made to blend), in general, but she's good at timing things, and thus she manages to time things just so that when the bartender's back is turned...she climbs up on the bar. And snags a couple of bottles of dark beer, which is where her tastes are, currently; the hard stuff can wait. Two are all she can manage, though, and she leaves a few marks on the bar behind her when she hops back down to the floor, her acrobatic feat of self-serve bartending to complete.

She has no idea who Rochelle is, mind you. But she's in a good mood, and feeling successful, so, waving the matching cold bottles at the other woman: "Hey, you want one of these?"

It's a party, and everybody deserves a drink. Ruby's just...assisting the staff in ensuring as much.