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Who: Liv and York
When: July 31
Where: Bar
What: shots shots shots shots shots
Rating/Warnings: Low/none
Status: Complete

It was one of those nights. York had had his second dream. It wasn’t pretty. During a training exercise--or, what he thought was a training exercise--his teammates had ignored his plans, disrespected his authority, and gone off on their own. He’d been thrown around, beaten up, lost time and time again on the training floor, and then… then the explosion. He really didn’t want to be Dreaming every night about losing his eye. Again. After all, it’d happened in this world in a similar way--and now he was Dreaming of some Alternate Reality where it also happened?

So, drinks. Shots, specifically. York wanted to start early, get a good buzz going, and take his mind off everything for the rest of the night. Actually, tonight was one of those nights where he wanted to get trashed and wake up hungover somewhere with no recollection of how he’d gotten there.

Shots to start.

Liv had never been huge on drinking. Always focused on her studies and her residency. Of course when that changed, when she no longer had a career to focus on drinking picked up. Once she moved to Orange County it was more of a casual thing mostly going to a cop bar after her shift with her favorite detective. And then there was the whole zombie thing. Each brain affected her personality as well as her drinking habits.

Tonight Liv was in the mood for something different than the cop bar. And not another frat party either. That had been fun but the dudes were so young. She needed to be around people more her age. So new bar it was. She walked in and spotted some guy with a round of shots already in front of him. “Damn,” Liv commented walking up to him. “You gonna down all that yourself?”

“Why, you wanna share?” York asked, turning to look at the woman beside him. ...wow, she was really pale. Like, ridiculously pale. And her hair was stark white. Then again, he had an almost grotesque scar over his left eye, which was glassy and solid white. He raised an eyebrow. “Because I can always order more.” There were only three sitting in front of him on the bar.

Uh. What happened to his eye? Though Liv knew better than to comment. What with all the comments she got on her alabaster skin and hair. “If you’re offering,” Liv said with a shrug. However, before waiting for a response she picked up a shot, downing it.

A smirk tugged up the corner of York’s lips. He nodded to the bartender for at least one more shot (two each was fair, right?) then lifted his glass and swallowed it all in one go. “I’m James,” he said, leaning over a little so she could hear him better. There was some kind of sports game playing on the television opposite the bar, and a crowd had gathered. “If I’m buying, we should at least be introduced.”

“Liv,” she replied hopping on to the bar stool next to him. Technically Olivia but no one called her that. She rarely introduced herself as that anymore. “Thanks for the shots,” she added downing the next one. She’d leave the one he had just ordered for him. Because yes, two each was fair.

“It’s nice to meet you, Liv.” York said. He lifted the glass and downed the next shot. It was already starting to feel warm inside his gut. That was the way he liked it. “You want some beers to chase?” He asked, lifting a hand to flag down the bartender. This albino(?) chick looked like she could totally handle her liquor. He was happy to have a new drinking buddy.

“You too, James.” Because hey, anyone that bought her shots it was nice to meet. “Duh!” Liv said already waving down the bartender. “You got any Habanero Sculpin?” Liv questioned with a raised brow. She liked her beer spicy. Hell she liked most things spicy. “And whatever he’s having,” she gestured to James.

York--James--was impressed by the beer choice. He wasn’t going down that road, though. Way too spicy. “Thanks, Liv. I’ll get the next round.” He turned to the bartender, “I’ll just have whatever’s on tap. You have a pale ale? Great, thanks.” Then she went on her way, and James was free to turn his attention back to the bar at large. His eyes came across a pool table and a dart board. “We should play darts. You any good at darts?”

Darts was not something Liv had ever played. But she had been good at flip cup and she never played that before either. So why not darts? “I don’t know,” Liv replied honestly. “Let’s find out,” she added with a smirk as the bartender brought back over their beers. She picked hers up, hopping back off the bar stool already heading to the dart board.

York picked up his pint glass and moved with Liv to the the dart board. He set his glass down on the tall table nearby, and started tugging darts out of the board. “You know the rules? I don’t really play by the exact rules, I just… try to get as close to a bullseye as I can.”

“There are rules?” Liv asked taking one more gulp of her beer before setting it down next to James’. “I definitely don’t,” she added. “But aiming for the bullseyes sounds right to me.” She went over to help him retrieve the darts pulling them out effortlessly. Zombie strength coming in handy once again. “You first.”

Okay, so she was albino and ridiculously strong. He could handle it. That didn’t hurt his pride. Much. “Oh yeah. My brother tried to teach me when we were teenagers. There’s a whole mess of rules about where you have to aim before you can aim for the next section, and if you get it in certain places it’s worth double the points. Me? I just throw.” He proved his point by tossing one at the center, but missing by a little bit.

“My brother was never that into that sort of thing.” He was also younger than her. Still in high school when Liv had moved away, but that wasn’t the point.

“Impressive,” Liv commented picking up a dart to throw. Just then it looked like she was staring off into space but she was really having a vision of herself throwing darts. Then it was back to reality. She threw the dart hitting just next to the bulls eye.

York may be half-blind now, but so much of this was muscle memory. His depth perception wasn’t the same as it was a year ago… but he could still throw straight. Now he just needed to know how to aim again with only one functioning eye.

“Hey!” He clapped for her, grinning brightly. “Good one.” And it was his turn to throw again. It landed outside his first dart, but thankfully still on the board.

This guy was pretty good for only having the one eye. But Liv didn’t really care about that sort of thing. Besides it was her turn. She threw another dart this time hitting the bullseyes. “Daaaaamn,” Liv commented clearly proud of herself. “Darts is fun. I don’t know why I never tried it before.”

York laughed. “Good on you!” He said, proud of the albino woman for her propensity for the game. She picked up on it fast. Or she was good before they’d started playing… wait, was she a shark? Maybe she was a shark. He’d have to make sure not to bet any money. “Yeah, it’s a good game.” He finished his glass, then turned back toward the bar. “Another round?”

She was definitely not a shark. Just a zombie on some frat dude’s brain. But that wasn’t something she shared. Definitely not with a stranger she met at a bar. “Yeah,” she agreed with a nod. As fun as darts was she’d much rather spend her night just drinking.