13727/I Want A Slurpee

I Want A Slurpee
Date of Scene:	03 January 2023
Location:	Hyperspace
Synopsis:	The one where the gang goes drinking.
Cast of Characters:	Kraglin Obfonteri, Thor, Thea Queen

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Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Dance halls and saloons transcend space and time. All they need are some form of alcoholic concoction (or hallucinogenic or mind-altering potion or smoke - pick your poison), music, games of chance (generally non-fatal on most planets) and the opposite sex or sexes as the case may be. Music spills out into the street of Ye Old Watering Hole - a rough translation of the local language. It's packed tonight. Full of locals and the crews of ships recently put into port. Even with the doors open, the atmosphere is stifling with a blend of alcohol, alien perfumes and body heat.

Kraglin, spiffed to the nines in his best Ravager Red, hair in a sharp mohawk and reeking of cologne purported to have come from the Star Lord's planet, leans, listening to a fight brewing at the other side of the bar with a bottle of the local poison open next to him and a shot glass in his hand.

Thor has posed:
    "And this is supposed to make you intoxicated?" Steverogers stands there at the side of his crewmate, performing the role some call 'Wingman' which makes little sense to the man at all as he doesn't have even one wing. Yet he feels an obligation, an aspect of 'esprit de corps' perhaps, that brought him along with to make sure that the matter went well despite him lacking the ability to fly.
    So he stands beside Kraglin, and manages to look... intimidating. For the black strapless eye-patch and the visible scar-tissue of the tall short-haired and bearded man gives him a rather... severe visage. Yet he had been drawn with the promise of drink.
    Which so far had failed him.
    As no less than seven different glasses all were around him, and not a one gave him the blessed gift of oblivion or even ambivalence in man's constant quest for self-destruction.
    "I fear perhaps I will be denied this avenue of camaraderie, friend Kraglin."

Thea Queen has posed:
"Does that work?" The somber Gamora is leaned against the nearby wall, arms folded, foot tucked behind her. That all 'I am too cool for this place' kinda look. And yes, she is talking with Kraglin. And what works? His cologne of course! At least from the way she wrinkles her nose at him.

"Though truth be told, I can't believe you roped the new guy into being your wingman.." she shakes her head to herself some, amusement slipping into her expression. She has had a couple of drinks by now but right now she isn't drinking more, curious on how SteveRogers just seems to wade through drinks as if it was water.

Just like Thanos. She narrows her eyes.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
"It's mah special car-iz-ma, Ms.Gamora." He grins widely, turning to face the woman, light glinting off his metal capped teeth then belches loudly. His freshly shaved face is flushed and his eyes are bright, the local brew already performing its magic on the First Mate.

"They gotta have something. Barkeep! I say, barkeep!" His loud voice attracts the surly attention of a burly green being that easily tops his wingman's height. The barkeep takes a few measured steps and plants himself across from Kraglin with a frown.

""Nah, they gotta have somethin' that'll get you plastered, you poor bastard."

"My man here needs something strong. I mean strong enough to knock a Badoon on his ass, if you know what I mean. Whaddya got?"

"You complain. We got best in galaxy. You want, you pay." He turns and strides to the other side of the bar to return with something resembling a boulder. He lowers it to the bar, the muscles of his arms bulging. A touch opens a spout on the side. "One hundred a shot. This kill Badoon."

Thor has posed:
    Looking sidelong toward Gamora where she is pointedly near enough to talk to but cannot be misinterpreted as being 'with us', the one-eyed pirate apprentice gives an easily offered smile, "I know not of what aid I am in the good First-Mate's efforts, but if my services are of use I would provide them to you as well, good Gamora."
    But that is when Kraglin bellows his summons to the bartender, so Steverogers settles back on his curious stool that has apparently all sorts of additional appendanges for a myriad of biologies. He looks on with an apologetic look given to the tender, though he does tell Kraglin. "I am fine as I am, First-Mate Kraglin. One hundred a shot is... a lot?" He spares a glance toward Gamora as if seeing if she might have some insight into this matter. Then he asks a little sheepishly, "And what is a Badoon?"

Thea Queen has posed:
Gamora doesn't really want to facepalm. But she does. Specially at the belch. Yep, that's some special charisma right there. The Zen-Whoberian lets out a resigned sigh and speaks something in her language to herself.

<< How did I ever think this was a good plan..? >>

She probably not considering any of them understands her tongue. But then resumes the more Common language in Space and says to them. "You really know how to choose 'em.." bars, that is. She only pauses to look at Thor. "Careful with what you offer." the corner of her lips turning into a brief smirk. "I might just take you on it."

And then she is moving closer to the bar, sighing. "Step aside. I got this." she shooting the bartender a look, along with a few credits. And then? Is she preparing a drink?

Yes, she is.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Eyes narrowed at Gamora muttering under her breath, Kraglin looks between the bartender and the woman. "Ah, yeah?" He then turns the dubious look on Thor. "Services? Well, the cap'n needs those."

He gestures magnanimously to Gamora, waving his hand in a half-assed salaam in a bid to save face.

"Go ahed. Show us what you got."

While the green woman fixes Thor up, he explains, "A Badoon is a fierce thing with scales and sharp teeth. I wouldn't want to meet one on a dark night. Not without a gun in my hand."

Thor has posed:
    Steverogers makes room for Gamora and smiles pleasantly, lightly nudging Kraglin in the arm as if to tell him that 'you see? she is not as rude as some might imagine.' Though now she is at the bar between he and the Xandarian and is seeking her own drink. But that is the moment when the wayward Asgardian tilts his head... and now ponders the question of the Boulder Drink.
    "Perhaps we save the large stone in case Gamora's efforts find shallow purchase?" He tilts his head to look between them. But there is some measure of... curiosity to the man as he lightly nudges the large stony object, causing it to hiss and sizzle as whatever is inside it seems to seize and surge. His still growing in eyebrows rise.
    Then he gives a nod, "Ah, I shall hope I do not cross paths with a Badoon then." For some reason he gives a glance toward Gamora, as if seeing her thoughts on this Badoon matter might be worthy of plumbing.

Thea Queen has posed:
What a dump. But Gamora has learned to make do with what she got. And considering she is part of the Guardians of the Galaxy there's a been a lot of doing with very little. Because .., yea. Just look at THEM.

Bottles are picked, then put aside, then some poured into a container. Then a shake. Then some more ..., is that a lizard tail? No matter.

"There are some in the desert here." She informs. "Step foot outside the known areas and you may just have it gone by way of one." she says of the creatures. "I hear they are attracted by bright colors.." eyes lingering on Kraglin's brighter jacket and attire.

Eventually she finishes the drink and pours it into a couple of glasses. It has a pasty dark yellow look but hey, maybe it tastes better than it looks!

"Go ahead." she tells the duo, sliding the glasses across to them.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Kraglin returns Steveroger's nudge with a scowl directed at Gamora when she can't see him. "Yeah, Badoons are bad'uns. And we'll keep the boulder drink around, just in case."

He gives the barkeep the nod of a connoisseur, saying, "Leave it right here. We'll let you pour if we need it. Thank ye."

Veiled challenge in his gaze, he says innocently with a half-smile to Gamora, "Yeah, bright colors. They like'em." He shrugs slightly, eyes roving her green face and bright red hair.

He takes up the drink, lips twisted in a doubtful look, and sniffs it. His head jerks hard in reaction to the smell. "You got to be kiddin' me. What is this? Badoon piss?"

Thor has posed:
    Steverogers, for his part, is a soul that prefers to believe in the good of people. In their better natures. Yet even he is moved to a touch of suspicion as he considers the drinks... then considers the woman who made them.
    He lifts his chin and then rubs a thumb along the stubble of his cheek. The reason? Because she made two drinks. And chooses not to partake. "You will not join us? You would be most welcome." His lip curves up a little, that one deep blue eye meeting hers as he seems to instinctively know how persuasive his smile can be.
    Yet that does not stop him from tkaing up the glass, lizard tail and all. He shares what could be considered a dubious look with Kraglin. Then... he gives a shrug and takes a drink.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Kraglin watches Steverogers take the drink with the look of watching a friend jumping off a high cliff. He regards the drink in his hand and then Thor, visibly fighting with his desire to not be one-upped and a desire to live. His Adam's apple moves when he tips back the drink and tosses back the shot.

"Pffffffft," he sprays the barkeep watching them with his arms crossed and wets the bar.

"Wooooo, that burns! Giiiirl, where'd that drink come from?"

Thea Queen has posed:
Did Kraglin really just diss her drink? It's why Gamora gets that 'look' on her expression. The killer one. She is staring at the First Mate. Then she grates out a, "Drink. It."

Woah, someone's touchy! For some reason.

"I will not." She answers Thor about partaking, keeping her eyes on him for the moment. As for reasons? She keeps them to herself, even if she does explain a bit more of what it is. "From my home world. Drink."

They will find the drink spicy. And perhaps strong yet also alien so who knows how it will affect them?

Thor has posed:
    "This is..." Steverogers quirks an eyebrow as he looks at Kraglin... then at Gamora. He seems to be searching for the right words as he nods slooowly, appreciatively. "This is... herby." He says, apparently not finding it burning for whatever reason. He turns his head to consider Kraglin and then hrmms as if he perhaps did not taste enough to gauge it properly.
    Then he takes another sip and it leaves a small... foamy mustache on his puper lip as he straightens back up. "Oh there is a... crunch to it, interesting. And I do feel..." His eyebrows rise, the patch raising as well partially. "I feel that lovely sense of... lacking equilibrium." He moves his hand left and right, smiling... and entirely charmed that his hand seems to move further than he wishes it to.
    "Lovely," He then offers it to Gamora, "Are you certain you do not wish to join us? I feel it ill-advised to drink while a comrade stands dry."

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Eyes wide in disbelief, Kraglin watches Steverogers sip the drink like it was tea. The First Mate hiccups and sways in place, listening to the herby critique. Then, he looks at the front and back of his own hand as if seeing it for the first time. He brings it closer to eyes and slaps it to the bar to keep his balance

"Like it, do ya? How come yer not drinking it Gamora?" The question is his last for the evening as he sways in place for a moment and slides to the floor.