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Raven // Ezra (Shae) Dufraisne (in_the_wings) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-17 02:04:00

Entry tags:

changing woman, raijin, raven

Who: Shae and OPEN TO ALL (AGAIN)!!
What: How 'bout a round?
Where: Bottoms Up Tavern, Northwest Anaheim
When: October 8, around 8PM, after the paintball extravaganza
Warnings: Alcohol? Music? Large, rowdy gathering? C'mon, something's gonna happen.
Notes: Same story as the last. Sub-threads for separate character interactions, yadda yadda yadda.

Shae groaned as he slid out of his driver's seat, soreness from the evening's earlier paintball excursion spiking a bit as his joints protested the movement. Sure, it had been a physically challenging game and yes, he'd been marked a few more times than he'd care to admit, but this was ridiculous. He wasn't old by any stretch of the imagination, but he was certainly feeling the exhaustive effects of all those physical demands on his body. Getting liquored up should help fix that.

Bottoms Up Tavern was a great little dive he'd discovered some time back- cheap, clean enough to squeak by health inspection guidelines, and just the right size to encourage a perfectly respectable group boozefest. The bartenders and staff were young and attractive enough, and rowdy behavior was generally tolerated so long as it didn't leave any bloodstains. Perfect kind of stress relief, as far as Shae was concerned.

The bar was nearly half-full when he entered, and he headed straight for the familiar face behind the counter. "Gotta group on da way, bra. Staht me a tab. First roun's on me." Reaching up to secure his low ponytail, he then accepted the longneck his bartender friend had passed over the counter to him, the corner of his lip quirking in amusement as AC/DC blared from the corner jukebox. He took a healthy swig of the beer, keeping on eye on the door to wave down any familiar Pax faces that happened through, and claimed a seat at one of the larger tables in the establishment to wait.

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the_calm_before
2010-11-13 09:31 pm UTC (link)

Ren was sore in places that he hadn't worked or felt in ages. It had been an exhilarating and crazy night as they had chased Shae through out the paint ball field shooting each other. Chris had gone into "serious business" mode after he got hit, and then it became a war game. Ren, the victim of much friendly fire, got covered in paint. His clothes were ruined, but that was why he wore old stuff there anyways. Who knows, maybe multicolored paint splattered clothes would come into style someday soon.

After the game was over Chris had dropped him off at the bar and headed home. He had gotten a message that he had to go into work early the next day and Ren figured he could find himself a ride no problem. If anything he could beg a ride from his friend the bounty hunter. He didn't think that Shae would be the type to get sore after getting pelted with paint balls, seeing as it was his idea anyways.

He felt a little awkward walking into the bar. His clothes were still dirty and covered in paint. He hadn't thought to bring anything extra to change into. His mother would have had a cow seeing him out in public dressed the way he was, but that's what mothers worried about, not him. Or maybe he did? It did kind of feel like people were staring at him as soon as he walked in, even if they weren't. It wasn't like anyone aside from Shae knew about the incident at the gay bar.

He pushed his overlong bangs from his face and cleaned his glasses with the inside of his shirt in attempt to get whatever greasy grim had gotten stuck on the lenses off as he headed toward the bar. Shae was easy to spot and he made his way over, hearing that the bounty hunter had bought everyone in their party a free first drink. Awesome.

"Hey." He smiled at Shae in what he hoped was a friendly buddy-buddy manner. "That was a Hell of a lot of fun. You should set up another game like that again. Maybe get the whole building to come next time." Ren picked up his frosty glass of beer and started to drink, getting foam all over his upper lip.

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sugar_cycle
2010-11-18 02:47 am UTC (link)

"Then someone else can get aimed at," a cheerful, feminine voice interrupted and, within seconds, Kami had appeared between them with a smile far brighter than the wavering fluorescent lights above the table. How she had managed to approach without someone noticing (or catcalling) was beyond comprehension. One glance at her explained the delay in her arrival despite the fact that she had almost constantly been one of the first players eliminated in every game.

She had changed and she had changed in a manner that suggested she was loaded for bear if bears could appreciate denim skirts and lazily off-the-shoulder shirts paired with high, electric-blue pumps. Had there been a shower at the field? Maybe. Who knew? Her hair was damp, anyway.

She had a smear of vibrant blue paint still decorating one cheek and an obnoxiously pink drink rested in one hand. Seeing the looks both men gave her alcoholic choice, Kami laughed. "I'm sorry," she said. "There were options and I've got this sick weakness for drinks with stupid names." Leaving it at that, she claimed a seat and slid into it, legs crossing absently. Her hand made a vague motion towards first her own smiling lips and then she stretched slightly to indicate Ren's mouth, stopping short of actual touch. "You've got a little something there, Ren."

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