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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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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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