mon remonda!!

[velocitygirl]

Inyri's in Down Time, lounging at the bar, staring wistfully at the bottles of alcohol locked away. She wants some but technically, she's still on duty, and will be for at least another half-hour.

So this is boring, actually. Just staring at the alcohol. Not drinking it. Eventually she drops her head to the bar. Sigh.

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[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla, unlike Inyri, is already off-duty. Which is why she comes to Down Time, bottle of alcohol already in hand.

She has her ways.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri does not notice because she is lolling about on the bar. Funtimes.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla whistles tunelessly, coming to sit a bit away from Inyri.

"Tryin' to use your mind powers to get alcohol, or something?"

[velocitygirl]

"In half an hour, all will be mine," Inyri says to the bar's top. She means the alcohol.



And your soul.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"... that's a bit creepy," she says warily. "But whatever works for you."

[velocitygirl]

Inyri picks her head up and looks over at Shalla. "I'm on duty. Half an hour, all the alcohol my liver can handle. It's been a long day."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla considers this for a moment.

"Suppose I can't argue." She holds up her bottle as evidence. "But y'might not wanna drink too much."

[velocitygirl]

"Meh." Inyri shrugs and drops her head to the bar again. "I'm just...sick of...this crap. Whatever. Better than my last job."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Then ... why are you here? Y'can't just be sick of it. Doesn't work like that."

[velocitygirl]

"I'm sick of today. Today has been a long endless day of plotting and sniping and politics and this isn't why I decided to be a pilot. I want something to shoot at. That's what I'm good at." Inyri rants for a moment.


Then pauses. "Nevermind."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla nods. She gets that. Gets it a lot, which is why the majority of the Wraiths walk around daily with bruises from her training.

"Therefore alcohol. I can get behind that."

[velocitygirl]

"Yes." Inyri nods and looks at her chrono. "In...oh, now." Inyri grins and swipes her id card at some blahblahblag.

The point is she now has a glass of Whyren's beside her.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla eyes this in amusement, taking a smug sip from her bottle.

Yeah, she's had her alcohol. Already ahead of Inyri.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri doesn't care! She's happily working on catching up. "So. How are you?"

Small talk what.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

This catches Shalla slightly off guard.

"Uh. As well as I was a couple of hours ago. Plus alcohol. ... you?"

[velocitygirl]

Inyri shrugs. "Annoyed. But, alcohol."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"So, basically," Shalla says with a grin, raising her bottle in salute, "alcohol."

[velocitygirl]

Inyri raised her glass back. "It's a good feeling, that."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Certainly up there, yeah," Shalla agrees.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri nods in agreement. "Very up there in good feelings. Not much else matches it."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Well," Shalla says with a vague smirk, "I can think of a few."

[velocitygirl]

"Yeah, but not much more than those few." Inyri says, sipping at her drink. She can think of a few too, and surely some of them don't match Shalla's.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"True."

She takes another sip of her drink.

Yep.

[velocitygirl]

It's only been a year and in moments of weakness it's obvious she hasn't quite recovered. She shrinks down to the bar for a moment before straightening and trying not to think of the things better than alcohol. That aren't

"Sex." She grins over at Shalla. "That's number one on feel-good activities, I'd think."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla nods in agreement, smiling.

"I'll drink to that."