drinking party {tags inside}

[joselyn claire allaway]

{tags: Will, Lawrence, Logan, Jac, Drake, Sebastian}
outfit!

The bar was as underpopulated as usual. There were the bursts of activity that happened nearly every night, but other than that, there were just a few patrons in the bar. For the most part, Joselyn stood behind the counter and waited for people who had nowhere else to sit or who wanted to try their hand at hitting on her. It was a record low tonight--only four people had tried to solicit her phone number and only two had tried to take her home after her shift. Needless to say, she was not doing as well in the tip jar department as she'd intended to.

She couldn't decide, thus, whether she was glad or not that Will was coming with a large group of friends. He'd said they would tip well (though she hadn't exactly mentioned that a table reservation wasn't necessary) and money in her pocket was always nice, but it meant that she had to work. It also meant that she had to work and watch while people she knew sat in the bar and had fun. The only friend of hers that ever really came into the bar was Brom and, when she did, she sat at the bar and kept Joselyn company. Why couldn't Will be as selfless as Brom?

Maybe he would be, though. Or maybe his friends would just be boring and she would be completely fine with keeping her distance and watching them make fools of themselves. That was the more likely option, knowing Will. This thought comforted her, though albeit not too much. She was still moping a little as she wiped down the bar, though no one would really know the difference between Joss' mopey expression and her normal one.

No matter how many times she made circles with her rag, the counter never seemed to get fully clean. This, however, was not Joselyn's problem. She used her time with the rag as distraction from the fact that there was nothing to do, since the one waitress seemed to have the scattered people under control. Deciding the counter was clean, she leaned back and tossed her rag in the sink behind her. Hopefully, they would get here soon and liven things up a bit.

[logan xiomara fairfax IX]

Outfit, jacket unbuttoned

Logan stood outside the door to Lucky's trying to remember why exactly she was there. Not that she needed a reason most nights, mind you. Tonight, though, something had gotten her out of her comfy room and away from the slaughterfest that was a series of noobs attempting to best her at Mortal Kombat. Stupid noobs. And stupid people for dragging her away from killing said stupid noobs.

Also, Logan had had quite a bit to drink already this evening, which accounted for her less than perfect situational memory. Much to her annoyance, the walk to Lucky's had caused her to sober up, which always left her feeling a little empty. Ah well, nothing a little more booze couldn't cure. Perhaps it would cure her memory too.

Internal quandary solved, Logan pushed open the door and entered the bar. Lucky's was as busy as usual, which wasn't saying much. Logan scanned the crowd, noting that no one seemed to be waiting for her. Waving at a couple regulars, Logan made her way to the bar. She glanced at the bartender, wondering who got stuck babysitting the crowd tonight.

"Joss, my dear, you look positively bored." Logan took a seat and gave Joselyn a smile. "Or depressed, I can't quite tell. Maybe both." Logan's eye flicked to the bottles behind the bar, scanning to see what was on the rail tonight. "Double gin and tonic, please. Rail is fine." Logan looked around the bar again, then turned back to Joselyn. "I think I'm supposed to be meeting some people here but I guess I'm early. Care to play some Bar Dice in the mean time? Might help liven up your evening..."

[drake raphael elliot]

Minus the part where his door exploded, stealing Lawrence had proved to be a success. After fixing the door as best they could, that had dragged him out of his apartment and now Drake and Will had him between them, one holding each arm. They were both still wearing their ski masks, somehow having managed to avoid suspicious people and police as they walked to the bar. It looked a little strange, two men leading one larger man between them, but Drake tried not to think about that.

He also tried not to think about how people might react if two grown men in ski masks suddenly walked into a bar with another man seemingly being held hostage. Hopefully, it would be as empty as usual or it would be filled with regulars who were used to seeing things like Logan and so this wouldn't faze them. He doubted that Will was having similar issues, though he should have been because he looked much more hoodlum-y. Drake was, after all, wearing a suit.

When they got into the bar, no one really batted an eyelash. The jukebox was going, playing something terrible, and so Drake took the opportunity to remove his ski mask. Cold air rushed to his face and it felt good to finally have the stupid thing off. Spotting Logan at the bar with Will's cousin, he started over.

"We made it," he announced.

[william dane baxter]

HEY LOOK KRYSTI MADE AN OUTFIT!

Will was quite pleased with how the evening had gone. Not even Drake's melodramatic freakout about Lawrence's door could ruin his mood. It's not like the "damage" was even that bad; hinges could easily be replaced, and they had stuff to fix doors, didn't they? Will had no idea, seeing as he rarely ever entered a hardware store.

Spying Joss and the ever-odd Logan, Will let go of Lawrence and made it over to the bar, smirking. "Hey Joss!" he said with a grin, and then looked at Logan. "Hi, Logan. A very successful night overall, I say. Ignore any dramatics Drake tries to bring up, everything went perfectly."

Still not noticing that he still had a ski mask on, Will leaned his torso against the bar, watching Drake and Lawrence. "You can let go," he said, nodding at Drake. "He's perfectly capable of walking." Will's short attention span snapped and he looked at his cousin, wriggling his eyebrows. "Mix me up something yummy?" he asked, expecting a sardonic remark from Joss. Probably something to do with the fact that she was not his personal bartender and stop wriggling your eyebrows at me you look like a creeper. AKA the usual fare. He looked at Logan and tried to figure out what she was drinking. "Let me guess...straight alcohol. No flavor. Just enough burning to make your eyes bleed."

[joselyn claire allaway]

"A little bored," Joselyn said, wandering over to the liquor to pour and mix Logan's drink. "My cousin's supposed to show up with some friends. I told him I'd save him a table for twenty bucks." She returned with the drink, gesturing around to the mostly empty bar. "As you can see, I worked hard to do the favor." She smirked and reached under...something to find her set of dice. She didn't really relish the idea of playing a game with Logan, since she they both were very competitive, but it was either that or...well, that was really her only option until Will got there.

Which, luckily [or unluckily, depending on who would have gotten the shots] for Joss, the doors opened at that moment. She did not look so pleased, however, when she noticed that it was not Will, but Lawrence, being led by--no, wait. That was Will. There was no mistaking his walk and, once Drake removed his ski mask, everything made sense.

It would have been really convenient for her to disappear at that moment.

"And there they are," she said tonelessly to Logan. She slid the dice back into their compartment and folded her arms on top of the bar. "The idiot still wearing the ski mask is, of course, the one I'm related to." She waited and watched as they approached, thankfully depositing Lawrence in a seat before making their way over.

"Hello," Joss said when they approached, watching Will with one eyebrow partially raised and a small smirk. She probably would have made a remark about his eyebrows, but she couldn't see them under his ski mask. It was unnerving, really. "I'll need to see your I.D., sir," she said to him. "And your face."

[logan xiomara fairfax IX]

Logan smiled as Joss pulled the dice out. At least the night wouldn't be a total waste. She was just reaching to pick them up when she noticed Joss' focus had shifted. Logan followed her gaze and let out a "Heh." Drake and a masked man, who Logan assumed was Will, were half dragging, half carrying another man between them. She raised her glass to Drake and raised her voice so it could be heard over the jukebox "I'm amazed you two weren't arrested on the way over here. Subtlety is the key to kidnapping, not looking like you are going to rob a bank."

Logan turned and looked at the man between Will and Drake. This must be Lawrence. Logan shook her head and rolled her eye. The poor man seemed slightly confused, which was understandable given the circumstances. She gave him a quick once over, but he didn't appear to be hurt. That was a surprise, apparently he hadn't fought back. That made kidnapping less exciting.

Finally her gaze fell to Will. She raised her left eyebrow, but otherwise contained her surprise over how the teacher was still masked. "Hello Will. Gin and tonic." She lifted her glass, indicating what she was drinking. The only straight alcohol that makes my eye bleed any more is Everclear." A thought crossed her mind and Logan scanned the bar. "Which they don't serve here, alas." She made a mental note to speak to management about that.

Logan returned her gaze to Joss and gave her a sympathetic look, "You have my condolences." She drained her glass and placed it back on the bar. "Could I have another whenever you have a moment? Thanks."

[william dane baxter]

Will blinked in confusion for a moment before feeling his face and coming into contact with his mask. Chuckling, he whipped it off and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "There. Satisfied?"

He turned to Logan and raised an eyebrow. "Really? I'd peg you as a straight bourbon person. The only time I've ever had Everclear was in a glass or six of jungle juice. Threw me off papaya for life."

He turned back to his cousin and flashed her a grin, even though he knew full well she wasn't charmed by him in the slightest. "How about a Will Rogers for me? I'm not sure what's in it but I decided that was my new drink experiment. I got sick of the Incredible Hulk."

Will was a casual drinker and took a child-like approach, picking the drinks that sounded the most "awesome". He rarely paid attention to what was actually involved in each concoction, and it was a pure miracle that he was not allergic to anything, or he would have been dead ages ago.

Remembering he had two friends with him, he looked back at Drake. "What do you and the prisoner want?" he called, already fishing out his wallet. "And if you say something like just a beer, I will hurt you. Order something manly!" He didn't bother asking Lawrence what he wanted; he assumed the man would be too sullen or moody or stunned to choose for himself.

[drake raphael elliot]

Drake walked over and took a seat next to Logan. He, unlike Will, did not have a ridiculous approach to drinking. He liked what he liked and he was going to order whatever he wanted, dammit. "Beer is manly," he said, rolling his eyes. It didn't really matter to him whether or not his liquor was manly, but as long as Will was balking, he would defend it.

"Guinness," he said to the bartender, who he was not going to be giving twenty bucks later, since it didn't look like she had done anything to save them a table. It didn't even look like they needed a table saved--the only other people there were small groups in booths or loners drinking Scotch. Hmm. Scotch.

"On second thought, make that a scotch and soda," he said, glancing at Will. He hoped he was happy. He also ordered Lawrence's drink for him >>. While he waited, he turned to Logan.

"We were being sneaky," he said, shooting a glare at Will. "But then James Bond over here decided to kick the door in instead of opening it. And now Lawrence has a broken door." He pursed his lips, rapping his fingers on the bar in anticipation of his drink. He was annoyed. Obv.

[joselyn claire allaway]

Joselyn rolled her eyes and started mixing Logan's drink. She figured she ought to get hers done first, since it was likely that she would need another one by the time she finished with all of the others. Once she set it down next to her, she turned to Will.

"Do you even know what you're saying?" she asked him before moving to the liquor again. She mixed his drink and then Drake's, setting them down at the same time. She was surprised she'd managed to pull Will's drink together, since she was only vaguely aware of what was supposed to go into it, but she doubted that Will had any idea anyway, so things were probably safe.

"Were you meeting them, too?" she asked Logan, lifting an eyebrow. She knew that Logan sometimes ended up with people that Joselyn would not have chosen for anyone, but this was a really strange occurence. She and Will just did not really seem to mix. Will and Drake didn't either, though, so she supposed that this wasn't that abnormal.

She rolled her eyes when Drake mentioned the door. "Really, Will? Really? I thought you knew how to kick in a door. I can kick in a door. In stilettos." She pursed her lips at him.

[logan xiomara fairfax IX]

Logan picked up her drink, giving Joss a nod of thanks. She swirled it once then took a sip. This Will was an odd person, amusing in an Adam Sandler kind of way: annoying, a tad slow perhaps, but you can't help but look, occasionally laugh, and fight the desire to kill him. Maybe it was an act...One thing was for sure, Logan was going to need to switch to something a little stronger, and soon.

"It seems like it would have been a lot easier and less messy if you had tried picking the lock. You can pick up a good set of lock picking tools on EBay for cheap. Its really not..." a thought occurred to Logan and she paused. "You know, just out of curiosity, did you even think to try the handle first or did you just go for it? I bet Lawrence is one of those people who leaves their doors unlocked..." She looked over at the prisoner, but he didn't answer one way or the other so Logan just shrugged, " 's what I would have done anyway."

Her attention was drawn to Joss again, and Logan watched her mix the drinks. "You know, Will, as much as I hate to admit it, that actually looks good. I've been on a gin kick lately myself..." She knocked back half her drink as proof.

"And yes," she addressed Joss, "apparently these are the people I was meeting. I can't quite remember why any more. Something about skinning Drake and turning him into a cape. Don't worry, though, we'll do that outside so the bar doesn't get all bloody. Don't remember why Lawrence is here. Think of this like an unofficial teacher's meeting. At least it'll be less boring now..." Logan finished her drink, setting the glass back down on the bar. "Long Island please, no rush."

[william dane baxter]

"Yes, I am well aware of how to pick a lock and open a door," Will said, not annoyed so much as amused. "And for your information," he said, turning to his cousin, "I do know how to kick in a door. And I did it properly. Drake's being overdramatic. The hinges were loose and the door came off with them. That has nothing to do with my kicking."

He looked down at his drink and took a sip of it, crinkling his face in displeasure. "Ugh, it tastes like a gummy worm set on fire." Pausing for a moment, he looked at it again, shrugged, and took a bigger drink from it. He wasn't about to let alcohol go to waste.

Will rolled his eyes when Drake ordered. "You are so unbelievably predictable," he said. "If someone wanted to poison you, they'd be able to do it easily and you would have no idea. You get the same thing every time! Why not expand your horizons?"

He looked at Joss for backup and then thought twice about it. Knowing her, and judging by the look on her face, she would probably go against Will just for the sake of going against him. There were times when he really hated her doing that. She could be as annoying as a younger sister if she was so inclined.

Instead, he smirked at her and took another gulp of his cocktail. He still hated it but the burn of the alcohol was starting to disappear. He looked at Logan. "Still on the cape? I think he'd look better as a hat."

[drake raphael elliot]

Drake scowled into his drink. "I was going to open the door. I was all ready to throw it open. It's not my fault that Will is an idiot." He glanced at Logan's drink, watching it dwindle. Even a usually heavy drinker [i.e. not Drake] would feel like a lightweight around her. He grimaced and took a sip of his scotch. He wasn't sure he could really afford to drink more than one, so he supposed he'd have to upgrade to beer soon, Will be damned.

"Are you even a teacher?" Drake asked her, lifting an eyebrow. "I thought you were just Big Brother at the school." He turned to Will now, who was almost too much of an idiot to respond to. However, it was his best friend, so he felt obliged.

"You should always think of things like rusty hinges before you kick in a door," he said, glaring at him. "It's a common problem. I know thinking is difficult for you, but maybe you should check with me before destroying someone's living space." He took another sip of his drink and sat with it for a minute, letting everyone else talk >>.

At the mention of his skin, however, he stiffened and glared at everyone again. "It's not funny," he said. "It's a real concern."

Oh, and Joss gave Logan her drink.