Difference between revisions of "Best Spring Break Ever"

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"That's what I was thinking," Dean nods in agreement with Newt, waving towards the bartender again, "Some cola chasers too," A couple of colas are set out next to the shots. Dean slides a vodka shot and a cola Newt's way. The Phyrrian smirks towards Akamatsu, "How drunk are you?" The three are seated at the bar, the Ronin looking a bit more drunk than the other two.

Akamatsu shakes his head a bit and asks still slurring "I'm not sure. How full was this thing earlier?" The ronin points vaguely to his jug and says "I think I feel a little drunk."

Newt looks back at Aka, "You're not drunk at all." and then at the drinks before him, eyebrows raised. "Uh. Thanks."

Victoria enters as quietly as she can, moving to sit beside Newt with her shoulders slumped. "I see you're all having a jolly good time..."

"Probably almost to the rim," Dean remarks, eyeing the difference in sake which is in the Ronin's stomach now. "Nothing wrong with getting a little drunk here and there." A nod towards Newt, "No problem, kid. We got the night off tonight." A look towards Victoria, "Grab a drink and join us." He orders a beer for himself then.

Akamatsu just kinda /looks/ at Victoria for a second and asks trying to fix the slur up but some manages to rear it's ugly head "Have I ever t..told you that you have to be the prettiest girl I've ever met?" Yeah. He's had a bit to drink. Newt picks up his shot and looks at it for a moment. He sniffs it, frowns a little and begins to drink it, which is when Aka makes his suave attempt to get into Vic's panties. Bad timing. Newt was handling the shot well right until that point, where he begins choking on it.

Victoria grips the counter and shakes her head. "I think I'll pass, Dean. Don't want to draw too much attention to our... party." As Akamatsu slurrs at her, she sighs and stares at the bottles lining the wall. Urge... to... kill... "Thank you very much, Aka." She pats his shoulder, then notices poor Newt. "...! You guys are killing him!"

It's a little more lively tonight, and there's a younger crowd around, joking around and having a good time, most with drinks in their hands, and most dressed for a casual party type setting. A lot of them are Outversers, and predominately human. Something's going on. Off to the side, one buzzed young man brags, "Yeah, so I followed em around. And they dropped it. Haven't been able to check it out yet." He opens his palm to show something off to his buddy.

Dean finally takes the time to look around, observing the area, beer in hand. His eyes look towards the bragging man, and then to Newt, laughing a bit. "Another shot for my buddy here, but mix it into something he'll like." A green drink is served then, tasting of limeade if one were to sip at it. The Phyrrian looks between Akamatsu and Victoria, whispering to the former, and then speaking towards Victoria, "Would you just relax and have a drink?"

Dean tests its Perception + Sight at a modifier of 0. The result is 12.

Victoria tests its Perception + Sight at a modifier of 0. The result is 3.

Akamatsu tests his Perception + Sight at a modifier of 0. The result is 12.

Newt tests his Perception + Sight at a modifier of 0. The result is 6.

Akamatsu nods to Dean's whisper and says to Victoria upon her comment "Hey I'm not the one giving him booze." The ronin then looks at his jug and decides "And I think I've had enough." He proceeds to put the jug onto his belt and then notices the man showing off and idly wonders what that thing he's holding is but his drunken brain doesn't really process that it might be important.

"That man over there. He has a Phyrrian chip. Normalspace. We need to get that, priority. It could give us insight to what they're doing here...Let's be cool about it. Trail him a little."

Newt just caughs a fair bit, having put the shotglass down, "Not... the... drink." Ohhh a green drink. That's gotta be good. Still caughing a bit he utters a "Thanks." before looking around. Turn, caugh, turn, caugh. Blaargh. Stupid windpipe. He stops and gets a view of what the guy is holding. Shiny?

Victoria actually shows some interesting that limeade-looking beverage. What might've sounded like a casual request from Dean sounds like an order to Victoria. He's the Overmind after all. She dejectedly sips at something set before her, not quite noticing the bragging man just yet. At least, not until Dean contacts her. She straightens up and glances over, murmuring a 'yes, sir' before casually sliding from her seat. Putting on her best nonchalant expression, she makes her way over. "Hey, let's get this party started!" Some drunk girl yells out, and the place yells in agreement with a 'whoooo!' Then, the liveliness of the area starts moving in mass out towards the hotel beach. "Bring the booze, bring the booze!" One drunk girl brushes by Akamatsu as she gets off her seat at the bar, laughing, "Come with us..!" The young man that just was bragging a moment ago is amongst the group heading out, one chick hanging onto his side as he as an arm around. "Lets get shitty!!" He's kind of lost amongst the group right now.

Dean rises from his seat, beer in hand. "Bring your drinks, lady and gents. Lets join them. Have a good time." He looks amongst the group of people leaving the bar, starting to step to follow them. A sip at his beer and he files out after the group.

Akamatsu takes Dean's requests as orders as well it seems as he stands jug still at his hip and he follows the Overmind and then teh brain clicks that this probably has something to do with the chip he saw and tries to focus a bit and act or even better be a little more sober than he is.

Akamatsu tests his Endurance + Resist Drugs at a modifier of 0. The result is 8.

Newt makes a final caugh and, grabbing his suitably coloured drink, he slides off his stool. "Sounds cool." Victoria can do little else but follow the crowd outside, mentally shrugging. Drunken beach party. Of course Newt's going.

Beach - Nu Auberge - Pyracan - <Aureus, Pyracan>

Combed and manicured, this five hundred foot wide stretch of white sand beach angles down towards the deep volcanic Aureus Lake. An outdoor bar featuring the ridiculousness of Pyracani waitresses in grass skirts sits near the water, and tiki torches keep the beach lit all night long. Broad, silk-looking umbrellas keep off the sun during the day, and hair, nails and massage services can be contracted at beachside. To the north, a set of double doors next to a picture window lead back into the hotel.

As the group steps out onto the beach, it's apparent what's going on now. Just down the ways a little area has been set up, bon fires and decorations all around, torches to keep the bugs away fixed into the sand. The large mobs of youth move towards the area, bringing coolers, bottles, some wearing funny costumes, in particular some drunk looking teen wearing a outfit composed of beer boxes, crafted into shorts over his legs, and body paint on his chest. Music can be heard now, and its bumping. It's definitely suited for the younger crowd, and those who can be seen dancing right now are doing so in a very suggestive matter, grinding bodies to the rhythm which usually includes a booming bass and catchy beats. The bragging young man and his current ho step towards a makeshift bar set up, taking seats on stools that are firmly planted into the sand.

Dean follows after the group, actively sipping at his beer. He seems to have developed a little swagger in his walk, almost as if blending in with the youth as they proceed on. His eyes glance over to Victoria, and then to guys. "Seems fun to me."

Akamatsu nods to Dean suspectiong he knows the real reason they were here and breaks out the sake jug only pretending to sip he wants to be thinking somewhat clearly for this. The ronin decides his best bet to attempt any blending is to go with the girl who told him to come.

Newt follows along, a little wide-eyed and sipping at his green drink, "This looks kinda cool."

Victoria stands in the midst of all this, looking quite out of place as she scans the surroundings critically. The beer box wearing teen gets a good amount of study. But she's seen it all, and as if switching identities, she adopts the slutty, inebriated-school-girl-on-spring-break demeanor, kissing people at random while she makes her way back towards that makeshift bar. "Beat it, tramp," she threatens the current ho. "He's too good for you." Then she turns around and smiles, flaunting her cleavage. "Hi there..."

Now amongst the party goers, the music is loud and prominent, but quiet enough to have a conversation if close. Everyone seems decently drunk, and very social. One man slides past Victoria, blatantly eyeing her ass as he passes. "Damn. Yes. Ma'am." He then sidles away drunkenly, joining some buddies of his near a camp fire. The girl who invited Akamatsu nabs him by the arm drunkenly and steps towards the make-shift bar, "Buy me a drink, baby!" She asks of him, until she notices the jug he's carrying. "What is that there?" Off to the side, a younger girl who looks to be about Newts age stands by herself, eyeing the party as if unsure what to do. Spotting the suited Ungstiri, she steps up towards him a little timidly. "Hey," she offers, "I'm Rosie...What's your name?" She sips at whatever she has in her plastic cup. The bragging young man at the bar raises both brows, impressed and grinning a bit Victoria's display. "Yeah...Go get me another drink or somethin'." He says of the current ho, who replies, "But...But were at the bar..!" The young man waves her off and leans against the bar cockily, eyeing Victoria. All of her. "Hey...I'm Brad. What's your name, beautiful?"

Dean bops his head a little bit back in forth to the music, casually sipping on his beer as he makes his way to the bar. He's at the very end of it, casually looking when a girl gets in his face and grabs his arm. "Let's grind, c'mon!" She starts to drag him away towards where the mass group of youth are dancing to the music, and he seems reluctant at first, but goes, one hand going around her waist.

Akamatsu eyes the girl and is still mildly drunk so he manages to play along pretty easily saying "It's sake. er. Baby. You want some?" The ronin seems to be playing the talk by ear merely listening to what people around him are saying and repeating it as he grabs a cup from the bar for the girl standing behind Brad as he does so and giving an eyebrow raised glance at Victoria before going back to his new ho.

Newt stops when he sees Rosie (or, more to the point, she stops him). "Uh. Hi." He's almost instantly slightly uncomfortable. "I'm Newt." He shifts his drink from one hand to the other.

Victoria leers at that arm candy, even doing the sassy hand motion to drive her off. She turns back to the man. "Hi Brad," she greets breathily, "I'm Candice. I'm a little lonely tonight... Why don't you talk to me a bit... Think I heard you say you dropped something?" She glances briefly at Akamatsu and his new lady, offering him a quick eye roll.

"I hope you are keeping an optic on me."

The party still roars with drunken clinks of glasses and boozing, the song changing to another bass thumping grind song. The girl with Akamatsu widens eyes with a grin, "Sake? Is that alcohol! Yea! Could I?!" She sets her mouth on the bottle and tilts it back to take a hefty sip, setting a hand on him to steady herself from falling over. The girl that dragged Dean away takes him to the dancing area and starts grinding in front of him, breaking it down and pushing it back against him. She actually has an idea of how to dance, and is a bit of a show off. That girl. She reaches back with her hand to grab his collar and pull him closer. Meanwhile, Rosie gives a little smile and shrug, "fun party, huh?" And then she notices his drink, "Hey, cool, what is that?" At the bar, Brad gains a cocky smirk, slurping down his drink and slapping in on the bar, spilling the remaining foam. "Candice, Candice Candice...Where have you been all my life." He shrugs then, "...Yeah, I was tellin' my boys about it. Back on Comorro, some toasters dropped it and I picked it up. I'm tellin' you I was -tweaking-, I just turned and ran like hell!" He pounds a shot, which wasn't even his. "Course they couldn't catch me." Brad motions towards the dance floor, "Can you shake it, or am I wastin' my time here?"

Dean has his hands around the girls waist, his hips moving in motion with the beat and following her movements. He complies with the pull in closer to her, but he glances back towards Victoria every now and again.

"Hey. Fuck that stupid bitch, look at -me.-" The girl he's dancing with says, grabbing him by the face and making out with him sloppily.

"Trying to, this girl is kind of persistent. Do you see it?"

Akamatsu keeps the girl steady and takes a hold of his jug again before she drops it and being still buzzed as he is thinks it's a good idea to ask indicating his swords "Wanna see something cool?"

Newt shrugs a little, smiling slightly himself, "Yeah. It's not bad." He then looks down at his drink, "I dunno. It tastes nice. Limey." He goes silent for a brief moment and says, "Wanna try some?"

"Oh I can shake it. What's the rush? We have all night, Brad. Toasters? Phyrrians?" Victoria feigns some shock and awe. "You could've died! Can I have a peek? Or are you going to make me dance first?" She asks with pouty lips, and twirls a lock of her hair... and she also resists the intense urge to take Dean's slut's face and smash it into the pavement.

A lot of the group is drunk enough now that they are all just starting to dance and or make out wherever they're situated. The bar. The campfires. The dance floor itself. Everythings bumping. The song switches, accompanied by another drunken roar of approval. Aka's girl gets in the mood everyone else is in, and starts shaking and grinding against the Ronin, yelling out belligerently, "WHOOOO! I'm so wasted!" Maybe she didn't hear him, or maybe she's just a young drunk girl. Yep, that's probably it. Either way she keeps pressing against Aka, dipping low for a moment before rising back up. Rosie takes a sip of the limeade vodka mix, smiling with approval. "That is good!" She takes another sip of her plastic cup, and looks around. "Huh...I guess it's time to dance." And then, in a moment that Newt will probably never forget for the rest of his ageless, suited life, Rosie mimics her older, drunker role models and starts dancing against the Ungstiri. She whispers back, "I'm doing it right...Right?" Brad holds out the chip that he takes from his pocket. "Check it." A grin, and he moves towards the dance floor, right near where Dean and his girl are dancing, "C'mon, Candice, lets see what ya got." He seems fairly drunk.

Dean breaks from the sloppy kiss, giving a wink and then continues dancing, and his eyes follow Brad then, and towards Victoria, nodding.

Akamatsu has an expression somewhere between annoyance and holy crap is this seriously happening on his face when this turn of events happens and notices Vic get another look at the chip and figures he only has a little bit more of this to put up with and goes along with it adding to his ho "What's you name?" He again seems to be mimicing the crowd's words.

Nope. Never. Whoaboy, is Newt out of his element. He can pilot a starship around a black hole, brust in from one universe into another, go through a planeteray defense system from hell and survive crashing into a moon but this... is difficult, different and very wtf do I do now?! Uh... Face filled with confused social terror Newt /tries/ to go with the flow and mimic right back. Badly. "Guesso." is a half uttered, almost silent stuttery reply.

Victoria makes to grab the chip and look it over, if Brad allows for it. At his request, her eyes flicker, irises twisting subtly in something of annoyance. "All right then..." She attempts to come away with the chip as she walks backwards towards the group, keeping her eyes locked on Brad. Then she slides into a dance routine that would make a sailor blush. Everything from Grinding Circles, Slap and Tickles, Cupid Shuffles, Shake Ya Tailfeathers, to Crank Dats, and Lip Glosses, managing to make dirty dancy into some sort of art. Clearly this is something she's designed to do, and do with unnatural precision. She Pops, Locks, and Drops some drunken girl right out of her dance area, all the while keeping an eye on Newt.

The song changes to a female lead singing, and this renews the energy of the party, as if it needed it, the beats echoes amongst the crowd. "Mercedes!!" Akamatsu's ho yells back to him, dancing against him whether or not he's dancing as well. It is grinding, which means it doesn't take much effort besides standing there and moving with the girl in front. Mercedes is a bit shorter than the average girl, with slightly darker skin tone, probably Japenese, but seeing a lot of tanning. She has thin legs in jean shorts, and a purple half-top that cuts off at the belly button. Her dark hair is tied back in a pony tail. Rosie continues to dance against the Ungstiri, smiling back at the kid, "Your good at this! Do you party a lot!?" She pauses the dance to sip at his drink again and then continues grinding against him. Brad has been with a lot it girls it seems like, but this one has him reeling. He grinds against her, victorious grin on his face. The chip exhanges hands a few times, and then he gets it back. When Victoria starts the pop lock and drop, he empties his hands so he can grab ahold of her, the chip falling into the sand at their feet. He seems to not give a fuck about it anymore, quite frankly. "Oh my god, Candice...Where did you learn that..? The girl Dean's with glares over at Victoria and starts heading her way. She just got shown up, and she doesn't like it very much. "Hey, skank!"

Dean lets go of the girl happily, watching her head towards the two then, he frowns, trying to follow after, moving in between dancing couples. Oh. ANd there's a sandwich grind, one lucky guy grinded by two girls.

Akamatsu has been watching Victoria and Dean out of the corner of his eye the whole time it would seem since the second ho number 2 meets Vikky he works himself and his ho by proxy over to the scene preparing to knock ho number 2 out if necessary. To his ho he explains it by suggesting they move a little closer to the speakers which Vikky and Brad happen to fall in the path to.

For a brief moment Newt wonders which is scarier. Being strapped to an experimentation station in a Thul base with slime and evil slugs everywhere or... this. The question remains unresolved as he snaps out of it. Ummm... "Yeah? You too!" Gulp.

Victoria tries not to fantasize about shredding Brad's skin to ribbons and blowing his brains out. She puts up with the grinding, shrugging humbly, "Oh, I guess from my stripper friends, hehe!" Her eyes fail to track the falling chip. <<Dean, the chip, it's in the sand somewhere!>> Vik's left with no time to search for it, suddenly confronted by Dean's ex-ho. So many hos! Victoria seems to have lost her patience. "Get back to sucking dick, can't you see I'm busy?"

Another song change, a smooth Chi-town rapper coming in to play. Mercedes nods to Akamatsu, "Good idea! I love this song!" She accompanies him so they're closer to Vik, Brad and Dean. Rosie steps towards the bar, getting on her tippy toes and grabbing a napkin, scribbling something on it. She steps back towards Newt and hands it to him, her PDA number. "Here. Call me tomorrow, don't forget! Your cool Newt." Then she gives an innocent kiss on his helmet side and continues dancing with the kid. Brad laughs a bit at Victoria's response, "Your going to let me meet them, right?" He continues to dance against the Phyrrian female bot. The ho approaching Victoria sneers and points at Vik, "Look at you, whore!" Then she lets out a full hand slap towards ZO2-352's face, following it up with a drunken attempt at a tackle. Chick fight! The dancing commences around them, most people watching and cheering.

Dean quickly moves and dives down into the sand, hand dashing out and feeling amongst it until he grabs the chip in his palm. Then, he starts doing the worm, his body moving along the sand backwards and away from the confrontation. This earns a few cheers too.

Akamatsu tests his Bodyguard trait. The level is 1.

Akamatsu could have seen the slap coming from a mile away and has a wakizashi out blocking the slap and a knee blocking the tackle saying to Dean's ex ho "I wouldn't try that again if I were you." The ronin may still have a buzz but with a sword in hand he certainly knows how to sound threatening.

"Sure thing, sweetcheeks," Vik purrs to Brad before getting called a whore. She's not rightly sure what's unfolding at first. Did this primitive human just attempt to slap her? Akamatsu manages to block it at least. Vik stares at him, and can only think to pat his shoulder as if he were a loyal dog. "Dean's got the chip," she whispers to him. "Get Newt and let's get out of here."

Newt, well, stops as Rosie moves away. Wha-? Thul are losing the scariestness battle now. Standing there like a fish out of water, Newt watches Rosie and when she returns he breathes a sigh of relief. Looking a bit clueless he takes the napkin looks at it and smiles. Wow. Cool. The kiss, on the other hand freezes him up and, well, he blushes. Visibly. For an Ungstiri that's something. As Rosie starts dancing he stands there, possibly in shock, for a little while before getting back into the swing of things. Mind speeding back up he says, with a broken voice, "Uh. You too."

Mercedes backs away as the Ronin pulls his weapon out to defend the block. "Whooa...Hey...Relax." She stands back a little from the confrontation. Brad laughs at the little scuffle, "Who's this dude with the sword? Hahaha." He backs up though, not trying to get involved either. The girl who's slap is blocked by the Ronin pushes him a little, weakly, and stomps away. "Screw you loser!" She heads for the bar. Rosie continue to stays near Newt, peering over at the mini-fight. "Wow, they should chill out." The girl continues to dance with him anyway, "Do you know them?"

Dean steps towards Victoria and Akamatsu with a nod, "Hey. Good job." A grin as he looks around, the larger bot putting an arm around Vicky then, eyeing Brad. "Step off, bitch." Brad pauses a moment, he has booze muscles, but Dean still looks pretty big. "Fuck you. I'll find three others hotter than that ho." He moves back towards the bar.

Akamatsu smirks at being called a loser and replies loud enough for her to hear "You're just jealous." With that the blade is sheathed and he looks to Dean "You have it then?" To Mercedes the ronin says "Name's Aka by the way." The ronin appears to decide now is a good time to save Newt as he begins making that way once his questions are answered.

Newt looks behind him as he dances with Rosie, having recovered for the most part by now. Seeing Dean, et al he simply says, "Uhuh. They should." Newt's having fun, afterall. What's wrong with them? Victoria has had more than enough partying for one night. She leers at the girl who stalks off, and simply lowers her chin when Dean pulls an arm around her. All too relieved to see Brad apparently give up, Vik looks around for Newt, expecting the worst. Akamatsu's superior officer appears fine, if not a bit flustered. "Task accomplished," she murmurs tonelessly to Dean. "See to it that that chip doesn't vanish again. I'm getting out of here before someone else calls me a skank," she adds, trying to squeeze out of Dean's grasp. The party continues going on, the confrontation forgotten for the most part. "Oh, it's late," Rosie says apologetically to Newt. "Remember to call!" The girl steps away from Newt, gives a small wave, and gives another quick kiss for dashing off with a little laugh.

Dean releases Victoria and moves away from the dance floor, also heading towards Newt, whispering towards Victoria before they separate too far.

Akamatsu reaches Newt and asks the little green fella "You ready to go? We got what we came for." The ronin appears very ready to leave.

The power of the kiss hasn't worn off and Newt freezes up once more before returning the wave as Rosie dashes off, "Bye!" He just stands there and watches, napkin in one hand, other hand waving and very not ready to leave.