The Brazen Turtle Rides Again

[jirk]

Characters: Jim Kirk, Prussia and open!
Date: Feb 4th/5th
Location: The Brazen Turtle
Situation: Bar fight/general mingle log, with threadstarters for fun and shenanigans!
Warnings/Rating: Violence, maybe some swearing. Shouldn't get too intensive! See the post for threadstarts.

Comments

[parallels]

You're an enabler. You should feel ashamed.

[She snorts and pulls out her liquor mixing some raspberry vodka with champagne and some kind of fruity liquor and garnishing it with a cherry.]

Cheers.

[langsyne]

That's me. An enabler who is absolutely ashamed of his enabling enabler ways.

[And yet there is a wide grin on his face and zero trace of anything even remotely close to shame in his voice. Though that grin does fade a little when he catches sight of the drink.]

Am I suddenly going to grow a dress and hat if I drink that thing?

[It's so girly looking. :(]

[parallels]

[Wow. You. Jerk.

Clara brings her hands flat down on the bar with a smack and proceeds to give him a good hard look. Think a slightly shorter and younger Mary Poppins.]

Sorry.

I thought I remember you saying "make whatever you want". Now you've got to reap what you sew.

[langsyne]

[Sloooooooooowly leans back from the bar.]

Yeah, I know, I did, but I was thinking something more, oh I don't know, manly? Not fruity. Or pink. [But okay fine he'll take the damn thing.] Cheers.

[Goodbye drink. Goodbye any sense of manliness he might have once had.]

[parallels]

Being manly would be stepping up and taking the drink without complaint.

[She adores you Scott! She clinks her glass against his with a grin. She's going to relish watching him drink it.]

[langsyne]

I think you need to redefine your definition of manly.

[ONE LAST EYEBALL AT THE DRINK and then he's downing it in one go...somehow. He doesn't talk for about ten seconds afterwards, too busy staring into the bottom of his empty glass, and then leans forward again.]

Hey, you wanna hear a secret? You have to promise not to tell anyone though.

[parallels]

No. It's quite spot on.

[she follows suit, coughing a little at the taste, but isn't able to finish the drink like he is. So she sets the glass to the side and then leans in course.]

I promise.