LAS VEGAS ♔ DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

[morethanasidekick]

One of The Drunks - Panic! At The Disco

WHO || Kenzi, Paige, Bo, Groot, Rocket, You? Gatecrashers Others welcome.
WHAT || Vegas Baby!
WHERE || Pandora in Vegas, Nevada.
WHEN || March, 2018
HOW || Action Spam.

[ Kenzi had threatened Paige with a ladies night and of course, if anyone needed a night out it was Bo. The fact that there's also a talking Tree, a drinking Raccoon and... Drax? It's Kenzi. Why is anyone shocked by the people that she spends time with? She has ideas and they spin out of control and you just sort of hang on for the ride. It's her way. She may have casually mentioned they were coming here to a few other people, so if you happen to show up as well? The more the merrier.

The location itself isn't exactly filled with the garish glitz and glamor that a person generally associates with Vegas. Pandora has a British Pub meets modern day speakeasy feel to it. It's known for its signature cocktails with names like Panty Dropper and the Hot Little Mess and you can always count on live entertainment in the form of dancers, magicians, a band and of course, a DJ. It also happens to be one of the few clubs that has an open door policy where Shadowkind are concerned. Whether they'll be rethinking said policy after tonight? We just don't know. ]

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Single Thread ][ People Kenzi dragged here

[morethanasidekick]

[ They were going to be hard to miss walking into the club on a bad day but apparently Kenzi is determined to distract from the talking raccoon and tree by looking redonculous. ( Disguise Check 45/55 That extra ten was for her cleavage for the dudes??? Just Charm things. ) ]

Ladies. Gentleflora... Rocket. Shots?

[She's not waiting for you to disagree with her Paige, she's just going to beeline for the bar and order 5 shots of tequila. Does Groot drink? 5 Tequilas and a mug of beer. That's probably a shot to a tree, right? ]

Kenzi ][ OTA

[morethanasidekick]

[ Believe it or not, despite the fact that Kenzi looks like she's here to answer the question 'how many cocktails can a 98 pound weakling drink before she can't walk' (Disguise 45/55) her main goal this evening is ensuring that Bo and Paige have a good time, that nobody picks on her Groot and Rocket doesn't get them banned for life. She's not flying sober, please. Have you met her?! But she's adopting moderation. Okay, moderate moderation. She can handle her booze, it's fine. (Fort 24).

When she's not trying to con the bartender into giving her a free bar tab or forcing drinks on her gang of misfits? She's dragging them out onto the dancefloor (Dance 32) or conning unsuspecting strangers into buying their next round. (Charm 49). IDK what you were expecting here? This is Kenzi in her element. ]

[mercenairy]

[ A short while into their visit, the bartenders behind the bar change shifts, a new person stepping out from the back and donning an apron around his waist, letting it hang low on slim hips as he glances over the crowd currently filling the establishment and who he'll be looking after while he's manning the bar. He's currently dressed in a dark pair of jeans that hug his legs and a soft grey pullover, the sleeves pushed up to around his elbows.

Refilling a beer for a regular parked at the bar, his gaze drifts to the rather... unique party that's found themselves here tonight and he keeps his attention on them out of the corner of his eye for a while until one of their number wanders back down towards his end of the bar, presumably to get them all refills.

His lips curve upwards as he gives the petite young woman a once-over, his golden gaze intent for a moment (Charm 38, Sense Motive 34) before he leans forward in a casual slouch, elbows propped atop the bar, and flashes her a wide grin, teeth white and deep dimple peeking out at her from the corner of his mouth. ]

What can I get you?

1/2

[somepagesturn]

I-

[Yeah, she was going to protest, but now Kenzi's gone and she's standing here with her handbag, Bo, a tree, and a raccoon, all while wearing a pretty little blue number. (Disguise 23)

Despite her sexy dress, she looks as scared as a baby deer in oncoming traffic.]

[beatupgrass]

[Meanwhile, Rocket, who has been deeply uncomfortable even leaving the base due to his experiences on Andres and being even more uncomfortably Shadowkind than even most Shadowkind are cool with, is wearing a hoodie and looking like the only thing that will make this bearable is a lot of shots. He's staying pretty close to Groot, so he just calls after Kenzi.]

Make mine double, lady. I was promised a good night out.

[somepagesturn]

[You'd think having never drank before and being petite would make Paige the world's loopiest lightweight, but through some miracle, she has indulged every shot she's been handed with a burning desire to make this evening not awkward and terrible. Kenzi probably left her to her own devices for like five minutes to keep Rocket from flipping out, and by the time she returns, an older man with a trucker hat has taken the barstool next to her.

There are now three more empty shot glasses next to Paige than there were before and she is glowering furiously. The old man is a bit ruddy-faced.

Both are holding one more shot. Paige downs hers and the old man tries to follow suit but ends up sputtering and departing in embarrassment.]

Thass what I thought. [Her words are slurred a bit, but beyond that she's surprisingly not falling down drunk. (fort 27...)]

1/2

[succubestie]

[I'm not gonna bother rolling Bo's disguise check because let's be real here...so she's in this little number for the night and depending on when you look at her she either looks like she wants to crawl into bed or in desperate need of a party. Now that she's here, it's definitely the latter.

She moves up beside Kenzi, smacking her hand on the bar.]

Just line em up. Don't bother counting. We'll make sure they disappear.

[treeshape]

I am Groot.

[He looks between Kenzi and Rocket, confused.]

[morethanasidekick]

You heard the lady. [ Slapping her hand on the table as she slides her card over to the bartender.

And who says she needs to understand a word Groot says to be able to communicate? Picking up a shot she knocks it back and then slides the beer his way. Your turn big guy. ]

And it's Kenzi. [ Sliding those shots down towards Rocket with her mad af skills Dex 23. This is the smoothest she has ever looked in her life lets savor it before she makes an idiot of herself. ] Or Queen who is buying your booze tonight.

[beatupgrass]

[To Groot:] Give it an hour.

[And to Kenzi, as he catches the shots in both hands in a much sloppier display (dex 13). Okay, Tom Cruise. Not all of us have watched Cocktail ten times.] All right, Queenie. I'll give you a break, since you're buyin'.

[morethanasidekick]

[ The vibe he’d be getting from her is that of an overly confident party girl just looking to have a good time, but the fact that had been watching her earlier might indicate there’s a little bit more to the woman standing in front of him. Self-obsessed party Girls generally aren’t known for their tendency to look after other people and from the way she’d checked in with each person to the fact that she’s buying the next round of drinks could suggest there’s more substance to her than she’d have anyone believe. ]

Oh, hello…

[ You know? This is just, entirely too unfair. You men with your penises being all charming and shit because while Kenzi does a very good job of trying to resist. She has eyes and apparently only so much Will Power (Will Save 34.)

On the flipside she just assumes you’re being all charming so you get a better tip. Well played sir, because if you keep smiling at her like that, you will. ]

Cocktails… [ Focus, Kenzi.] Three panty droppers, two shots of Tequila and… You wouldn’t happen to have a cocktail you could serve in a jug that might be tasty to a tree? [ A beat. ] Yes. I’m being serious right now.

[morethanasidekick]

[ Oh good god. Remember Kenzi. This was your idea.

Kenzi will swoop in just as Trucker hat stumbles away and with a Sleight of Hand of 45, Paige's next shot will suddenly resemble a bottle of water. Don't worry Paige... she'll drink that last one for you.

What?! She's helping. ]

Rule 35. Water is your friend. [ Now you all get to imagine Kenzi quoting drinking rules like she's a tiny Russian Gibbs. You're welcome. ]

Also Rule 13 and 21. Don't pick fights with dudes wearing trucker hats and don't get us banned from bars we'd like to come back to some day.

[mercenairy]

[ Dante's eyes immediately flick over to where Groot is parked with the party, because yeah... he hadn't missed there was a tree in his bar tonight. And a raccoon, apparently. It was clearly going to be one of those nights. ]

Can't say I've had to serve many trees, but I'll do my best. [ He pauses to give her a wink as he straightens up and reaches for the glasses under the counter. ] Three panty droppers, two shots of Tequila, and one Liquid Sunshine, coming right up.

[ Casually reaching for one of the bottles, he flips it up over his shoulder and catches it with ease (Perform 28) before starting to pour the line of cocktails for her. Once he has them started, he splits his attention between the drinks and her. ]

Haven't seen you lot in here before. Doing the whole tourist thing?

[somepagesturn]

[Paige just takes the water and blinks blearily up at Kenzi like "this is your fault."]

I wasn't startin' a fight. He was hitting on me and I told him to put his money where his mouth was. I... Intimidated him into submission. 'Cause I'm a scary, scary badass.

[Paige swearing sounds so wrong.]

[morethanasidekick]

[ There's also a large green man running around confusing everyone with his very literal take on everything... you can imagine how well that goes down every time she suggests another round of shots.

Oh and now he's winking. Okay. He's really good at this. Maybe a little too good? ]

Liquid sunshine. [ Slowly nodding her approval as she leans against the bar and pretends not be half as wowed by his Tom Cruise impersonation as she actually is. Okay so she's not even bluffing because uh... he's got mad skills. ]

Hmmm? [ Focus, Kenzi. ] Ohhh yeah, no. [ And she probably should have come up with a cover story some time beforehand. ] I work in a lab. As an associate. [What Tony cannot hear, won't get her fired from her fake unpaid job. ] We specialize in high end scents. Groot over there - [ Nodding towards the tree.] Is actually a world-renowned Perfarian.

[ And incredibly it probably sounds like the honest to goodness truth. (Bluff 57.) If only Perfarian were a real word. ]

We just opened a new lab out this way.

[morethanasidekick]

[ I mean. Yes Paige. Yes it is. If it helps, she'd totally apologise if she were actually sorry? ]

Yes, you are. You are, definitely scary. [ Just probably not in the way she thinks you mean, Paige. ]

And, ya know. [ Sliding into the seat vacated by Trucker hat. ] Just a little bit drunk. Congrats.

[morethanasidekick]

I'd be flattered if you didn't somehow manage to make that sound like an insult. [Some people have resting bitch face. Rocket has resting bitch voice. ]

[detectiveslashgenius]

[Somewhere in the middle of Knights Night Out, Jake walks in and heads for the bar. He's something of a regular here, stopping in after a shift at work. A few of the patrons nod at him, calling out Hey, Larry which is always a glaring reminder of all the things that went sideways for him.

Larry Sherbert, the name that witness protection had told him he would be taking on when they sent him to Florida. Except that plane ride was interrupted by the Veil absconding with him, dumping him in the middle of the Vegas strip with no idea what was going on. Over the course of the last month, he's pieced some of it together, but by then, he'd already taken on a job and an apartment with the name Larry, so he just committed to it.

He orders a beer and turns on his bar stool to survey the room. There are some new faces in tonight, which isn't completely unheard of. But when Kenzi comes up and works her charm to convince him to buy a round of drinks, he just cracks a small smile, turning to the bartender and shrugging.]

Uh, sure. Round of shots on me.

[morethanasidekick]

That's what I'm talking about. [ Grinning from ear to ear as she wastes no time in asking for more Tequila... though at the rate their group is likely going through them, they should probably start buying it by the bottle than the shot. ]

And thank you. [ See. She can have manners Andrew. ] I thought I was going to have to break out the pout before you'd agree.

[ She twists around to lean against the bar beside Jake Larry, her fingers drumming against the wooden surface in time with whatever song is currently pumping out the speakers. ]

So. Local or Tourist?

[detectiveslashgenius]

Transplant. [He says, settling into a similar lean with his forearm on the bar.] Originally from Indiana. [Trying to make himself sound as bland as possible tbh /stares into the camera (bluff 18)]

You?

[somepagesturn]

Thank you. I don't like it at all. [She takes another sip and thunks her blonde head against the bar.] Why would people choose this??

lila | open

[bittersweeter]

[ lila wasn't invited but that has stopped her approximately never and besides! it's cora's 21st birthday (not the day but that's not the point) so lila has dragged her out to vegas for a proper 21st birthday party. she did it for faye when faye could legally drink and now she is doing it for cora.

which is why cora is begrudgingly shoved in a sash that says "BIRTHDAY GIRL" and that lila is sure will not survive the night. so a pack of young women and a stiles descends on the bar.

lila, looking like a casual felony with a delicate black headband holding back her halo of short silvery-blonde curls, and a thin black necklace half disguising the scarring across her throat (disguise 65), is paying for everything and she slides up to the bar to order with a smile that could melt ice (diplomacy 58). plus she tips like 300% for every round so. she will point cora out to the bartenders with the request: ]

It's her birthday, don't let her pay for anything.

[ and then it's just drinking and dancing and being twenty-somethings in vegas. at one point someone (lila) goes out and brings back in-n-out burgers for everyone. ]

[morethanasidekick]

Because there's a happy medium that exists somewhere in the middle of drunk and sober that makes life less sucky. [ She reaches out to gently pat Paige's back, grimacing a little as she admits. ]

You just sort of... missed that mark a smidge.

[morethanasidekick]

[ Well Larry... An attempt was made. (Sense Motive 50). It's his lucky day because it seems Kenzi is choosing not to call him on that obvious (to her) line of bullshit, though nothing will keep the look of mild amusement from her features. ]

Indiana, huh. How about them... Do you even have a local sports team there?

[What it's like a legit question.]

Technically a transplant. It's new... still deciding how I feel about the place.

[somepagesturn]

Those shots were just so small. I had no idea. There's no... no instruction manual for this. [She sits up and grabs Kenzi's shoulder.] Please don't let me black out and get married in Vegas to a stranger.