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who. Carolina and South
what. Getting drunk, looking at hot asari booty, and Bonding
where. Club echo.
when. night time.
warnings. alcohol. swearing. i guess maybe violence?

Really, it was good to get out of the residential district for a reason other than work. She hasn't exactly gone out and relaxed in a long time and this feels more than a little overdue. While this situation was still new and confusing, it was time to take a break.

The fact that she was taking one with South might have been a little strange more than a year ago, but right now it seemed pretty much ideal. South was the only other person here who had been exactly where she'd been besides North, and going out without the strange discontent she's felt lately sounded fantastic.

Still, she hadn't been counting on so many blue dancers. She leaned back in her seat in the booth, idly rolling her neon looking drink in her hand with a slightly bemused expression. "I'm pretty sure this place won out on aliens."

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South needed a break too. She was still trying to get used to living with three total strangers, all of whom were... rather weird, in their own ways. (Some more tolerable than others, but that was a long rant of a list, for another time.) Combine that with the fact that they were all still relatively new here, still stuck in this place that they couldn't escape, still once more thrown into a weird situation far, far away from the MoI... yeah. She needed to let loose. Get a drink. And honestly, she was actually pretty glad to go with Carolina.

My, how some things change.

"You can say that again," South answered, sipping at her own glowing, bubbly drink as she watched one of the dancers across the way. "Definitely something I've still got to get used to."

That was something she was glad for at least- she was living with North who was a known individual instead of strangers. The added annoyance of having to deal with meeting new people in what she considered a private place would have been more stress than she wanted to think about. Making nice during their day to day was one thing, when she went 'home' she wanted to be able to relax.

Things definitely did change, and between them the change was pretty obvious. She's not complaining, really- being on better terms with her is preferable after all. "It's worth getting used to, though. Wonder if we can convince them to trade us." Because hot blue ladies instead of weird tank-wearing midgets was probably the best swap ever.

South was plenty relieved to be on better terms, too... but she wouldn't have admitted as much aloud. Because of course they're on better terms, right? I mean, duh. It's obvious. Why make such a big deal about it? Geez.

She really wasn't feeling the tank-wearing midgets, and was definitely still eying the lovely blue ladies across the way. The suggestion to attempt a trade had her grinning a little, and she sat back in her seat, arms crossed. "Yeah? Think we could?" She paused, thinking for a second. "What, should we try being nice or should we try being intimidating?" Hey, it was a valid question. How in the heck do you get your way in a club full of aliens...?

Geez, indeed.

She can't help but grin a little herself at the idea, letting out a chuckle at South's suggestion. "I'm not sure. What if we're so intimidating that the ladies don't want to go with us?" Carolina can't imagine the blue women around here weren't used to some level of aggression from their patrons given that this place had giant angry part-lizard men prowling around. Still. She imagined she and South needed to make a better impression than that. "Couldn't hurt to try and make a good first impression."

She had to grin a little, too. She knew what Carolina's answer would be before she even said it. She shook her head. She'd have to just entertain her thoughts of the two of them kicking ass and taking names - and dancers - in her imagination, then.

"Yeah, yeah. Good impressions, right." She sighed, feigning exasperation. She wasn't honestly bothered. "Guess you're gonna have to lead the way on that one, then."

She snorted at that, giving South a long look over her drink. "I seriously doubt that'll go over very well." Carolina is good at a lot of things but first impressions generally doesn't fall into that category.

Not usually anyway. Still, she doesn't think she'd mind making a polite introduction to some of these aliens. She's never been one for science fiction but she finally realizes the appeal in discovering new races. Well, ones that weren't out to destroy your entire species anyway. "I'm sure we'll figure something out, though."

"Hey, it's either you or me. Even I know you'd be better about it." Still, if neither of them were that great at first impressions, that would certainly make this more interesting. If only they had someone a little less... intense... around to introduce them.

Then again, if it was going to be entirely up to them, then maybe they should just go for it.

South quickly finished off her drink (there wasn't much left, anyway), scooted toward the edge of the booth a bit. "Hey, you know what? Come on. Let's go try anyway."

Best case: they get blue alien ladies. Worst case: a fight starts. All told, Sough would be fine with either of these outcomes.

She has to give a slight shrug at that- because it's true. Of the two of them she's the most likely to smooth things over with these alien babes.

But then South is suggesting that they go try their luck anyway. And Carolina's eyebrows raise at the idea, but she's looking over at the ladies dancing and has to shrug again. Knock back the rest of her own drink. "Hell, why not?"

Carolina is pushing out of the booth and making her way across, because there's nothing to lose here. If they get thrown out, too bad. "Got any pickup lines?" she wondered, smirking just slightly over her shoulder at South.

South almost didn't think Carolina would actually go for it, so seeing the redhead exit the booth and willingly start that way was a bit of a surprise. It was also enough to set her grinning as she pulled herself out of her seat and followed.

"Only ones that I've punched people for." She shrugged, clearly not sorry for punches past. "We could try them anyway."

She was willing to get into a little trouble right now, and trouble sounded like it might actually be pretty entertaining. Even if that trouble was with gorgeous blue women.

She didn't expect South to be sorry for any of that- and hell, she's not sorry for the people she's had to 'turn down' in the past either- but she can't help but be amused. Picturing South in situations like this and having to deck the poor jerks who decided to use a line on her is...well amusing at best. "Why not? Maybe they'll be new to these ladies."

She snorted, thinking back to everything that's ever been used on her. "Guess I should try to remember one of the good ones then, huh?"

About a second later, she thought that maybe she had something in mind.

And by the time they got close enough to even speak to the ladies, South had a smirk in place and confidence to back it up, because she figured she really didn't have anything to lose right now. She stood close enough to one of the dancers to be heard, waited until she had her attention.

"My friend and I," she nodded toward Carolina, "were just enjoying the view from a distance. Mind bringing the show over our way?" And then of course, she had to add, "Pretty sure we're more appreciative than these guys." Because of course she had to show up the other spectators in the process.

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PUNCHES HIATUS IN THE FACE!!!

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