Noe Aqua arrived, having finally clocking out.
She heard bad singing, laughing, and Jeremy doing his Sonic the hedgehog impression. Then she sat at the bar next to Concordia, ordered a vodka, and said "Agreed Concordia. That guy should not be singing."
Aqua drained her glass. "And did someone say a drinking contest?"
Simon poured out a drink, looking up from the TV to eye Concordia suspiciously, his vision narrowing.
"I've'ad twelve pints, a shot of this "Jagermeister", 'alf a bo'le of scotch and a quarter keg. I swear t'god when I sober up on the...day...after today, you're on."
The TV suddenly roared, drawing O'Hare's attention with a snap. Newcastle booted a goal home, narrowly skimming along the edge of the goalkeeper's fingertips before swishing neatly into the net. The miner threw himself up, arms following suit as he screamed "UP UNITED!", somewhat forgetting the girl was there.
This drew Dwight's attention, causing the stoner to amble on over. As he arrived, he merely grinned and bobbed his head, offering the blunt to the woman first, followed by the two men.
"Lot a'new lasses in 'ere..." Simon noted, his attention returning from the swamp of alcohol addlement. "Kinda' lass is you love? A dancer apparently, even if mis'a Gallia 'ere ain't."
The Molly pile of muscle dragged over a keg and tore out a couch cushion before plopping it atop the keg, leaving a seat for the interloper to sit down on.
A man in an Order uniform who had so far been sitting quietly in the corner, assumed to be a crew member of one of the many Order capital ships here waltzed up to the center of the room, a large cup of eggnog in hand, that he quickly passes off to the nearest person with a big grin on his face.
"Well, 'ey there. This sure is a party, ain't it?"
Dwight snapped up, his attention having been caught by the man as he relievedly had some social contact. The lack of anyone talking to him, along with the dope, had convinced him he was in fact invisible. With trance broken, he gave the man a broad grin, golden braced teeth visible beneath his rather large lips, characteristic of his racial origins.
"Dayum right, dawg. 'Erbody in here finally kickin' it; I ain' had a day off since ma' boys disbanded, y'know?"
He shrugged
"But uuuuuuh. Tell y'what, it ain't a party until some dumb gak goes down, y'dig? Wanna find somein' real stupid t'do that'll get one hell of a laugh?"
She waved at Aqua "Oh hello love" and then laughed when Jean asked her if she wanted to give a try "Well... Just maybe..." She laughed again.
"Excuse me..." She then ran to Rainus and took his hand, draging him softly to the table. She smiled "Now you stay quiet and make some friends! Look at Bann'... He is enjoying the party! You should do the same!"
He sighted as the call ended, he slurped some scotch and left it on the floor he entered the bar again and saw Connie with another man and he thought "Hmph she calls me back to see her new boyfriend.. ehh I always wondered if its worth it but now I guess.. its not.." he walked back to his ship to enjoy his only true friend Bretonian Scotch.
He jerked open his pocket, looking around as if checking for cops, before tugging an ounce bag and three stink bombs from his pocket.
"We find th'main fan system, get everyone high as hell, then set off these babies n'watch their reactions. Yo' ever got yo' dog stoned and screwed wit' its head? It's hilarious...this'll be just like that."
Aaron giggled, a bit nervously, and snatched the cup of eggnog out the hand of whoever it was that he gave it to, downing it all quickly. "Damn, it's tempting, but this is just such a good party. 'ate what to see all the folks 'ere have a bad day an' all. Reminds me o' college, though, know what I'm sayin'?"