We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open. We're running this world, we keeping it turning

[opheliac]

Who: EVERYONE ON THIS DANG SHIP!
What: IT'S A PARTTTYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When: last week of april before more shit happens.
Where: rischie
Warnings: PG-13??? alcohol is definitely involved, teens being teens, drunk people or doing bad decisions??? who is to say!!!





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★ ENTRANCE.
★ THE DANCE FLOOR.
★ AT THE BAR.
★ GAME AREA.
★ DJ TABLE // PRIVATE WITH JINX
★ LOSER CORNER.
★ THE FOOD TABLE.
★ KARAOKE.
★ OUTSIDE RISCHIE.
★ WILDCARD.

Comments

[skaikru]

( at some point in the evening, clarke's eventually making her way to the bar. she'd come from a world where there were less age restrictions and more... a societal disapproval for anyone getting drunk off their asses when they could be doing something productive and contributing to the community. nevermind that brewing moonshine had been a poorly kept secret of farm station since long before she was born, and a still had been one of the first thing erected in their camp of teenage delinquents upon arriving on earth. usually she's too wrapped up in her own head to consider anything close to 'cutting loose' or 'relaxing', but...

well, she'd died about two weeks ago. almost died a few days after that. every minor issue on this ship was compounding and there's the distinct sensation that if she doesn't get out from underneath this cement blanket, it's going to suffocate her. an alternative way to look at it is — this party is loud and dark in the best ways, and the atmosphere is catching. )

Hi. ( again. help an eighteen year old ice cream heist buddy out, la pluma. she's got enough worry lines carved into her forehead to avoid being carded, right? )

Can I have — ( not tequila. ) — just straight vodka?

[barfeathers]

[ La Pluma had already began making something as Clarke approached, then just stared at her for a moment when she asks for something. Weird. No one's done that tonight. Mostly, she just feels bad that people have to somewhat yell over the noise in here. ]

... Try this first.

[ She pushes the Mai Tai over to Clarke. ]

[skaikru]

( if one doesn't tend to ask for what they want, there are very few situations in life where someone else will just hand them something. this exchange seems to be the exception, and clarke will... blink stupidly for a moment before accepting the drink and giving it a sip. )

Oh my god, that's delicious.

( even if her voice is lost in the thump of music and swell of the crowd, the look of abject shock melting into weird, tastebud-centric awe should be pretty plain for la pluma to see. her pupils nearly dilate, and because yeah, this is maybe the best thing she'd ever drunk — other than ice cold water after going without for a few days — and clarke just can't... quite... get over that.

and it's smooth, lacking the bite at the back of her throat and the burn down her chest cavity. and the self loathing part of her liked how alcohol hurt on its way down sometimes, but... other times you had to try something new. and be amazing by them, and subsequently hold the glass up to the light to stare at the contents. )

Are you sure this isn't just juice?

[barfeathers]

[ For as much as La Pluma can beam, she does so. She prides herself on how good she is with these sorts of things, and the validation is nice that she can even do so for aliens from other worlds. ]

I'm sure. There's rum and Curaçao liqueur in it. Why would I just give you juice?

[skaikru]

I'm getting used to cruel jokes here, but... I guess it's rude of me to assume they'd come from other passengers.

( pointedly just not going to mention that the ghosts won't serve her, no reason to rain on her own parade here, right? clarke takes a few more sips through the delicately curved bendy straw, each an attempt to taste whatever bite of hard liquor might be beneath the fruity surface. but this is a girl who almost sells her whole people up river because the first time she'd eaten chocolate cake rocked her absolute world, she is easily impressed.

and for the first time all evening, a tad distracted. absolutely finishing half of the mai tai without even stepping away from the bar, or remembering conversational niceties. eventually though, barely loud enough to be heard over the thumping bass of jinx's remixes — )

I don't think we introduced ourselves last time. What's your name?

[barfeathers]

[ Hey, maybe it has something to do with the drinking age in her world being not 21 or something. Who knows! Clarke looks like she could use like ten drinks and a nap, though. ]

La Pluma. Though, I suppose here I could use my real name. [ Mizuki hasn't exactly used her code name here, after all, so... ] Rafaela.

[skaikru]

( bless the rules of alternative realities, and the empathy of observant bartenders. bless the open bar too, now that she thinks about it. ten or more drinks, maybe she'll even take that nap!

the other woman gives her two names though, and what was going to be a transition into a heartfelt thank you for her mai tai is momentarily waylaid. )

Which would you prefer to be called?

[barfeathers]

Mmh... [ They both hold some importance to her. Even if "La Pluma" was just meant to be used for her job. It's a job that's important to her. However... ]

Rafaela.

[skaikru]

Rafaela, then. ( one more sip on the end of her straw, and clarke will even offer the bartender a half smile over the rim of her glass. ) Thank you for this, Rafaela. You might have just made my whole night.

( and then, because it's polite — ) My name's Clarke, by the way. Clarke Griffin.

[barfeathers]

Well met, Clarke. And I'm glad I could help. I'm just happy to be able to put my services to good use.

[skaikru]

They should honestly just employ you full time.

( a platitude, a statement meant to be kind and appropriately reverent for the beauty of this mai tai. this is a party, she's allowed at least one evening where she doesn't have to consider that, if they all use and are ground down to shadows of their former selves, la pluma's soul may be stuck on board the serena eterna forever. slinging drinks, invisible, unable to scream or make idle small talk across a bar top.

...oh, nope, couldn't avoid that thought. it's almost enough to make her sad again, but clarke channels that bitter surge of sorrow into lifting her drink to her mouth. bypassing the straw this time, absolutely downing it. and, oh yeah, there's the slight burn of the rum at the bottom of the cup. )

Can I have one more for good measure?

[barfeathers]

[ She nods, and very quickly procures another glass for Clarke to slide across the counter. ]

I also provide... listening services, if you'd like to talk. You don't have to yell over the music. I can read lips just fine.

[skaikru]

( this is as close to giddy as clarke griffin can get — wrapping her hands around an ice chilled drink that promises some sort of relief from the unpleasant thoughts twisted around her lungs like a vice, barely able to hear her own thoughts over the music blaring around them, shrouded in the dark shadows and neon lights that come along with clubbing. at this moment the rischie feels so foreign compared to the last time they'd been locked inside and forced to mingle, this is almost an escape.

but an open offer to talk? no specific question? no particular demand for discussions of tactics, no murderboarding?

...that feels too vulnerable. )

I wouldn't know ( where to start ) what to talk about. But thank you for the offer.

[barfeathers]

[ It's for the best, really. Can you imagine being open with someone only to have them cut off your arm later? Awkward. ]

Well, the offer still stands. I'm a fairly good listener. And...

[ Clarke is gonna just go ahead and get a third Mai Tai while she's here. She looks like she could use it. ]

[skaikru]

( right? awkward as hell. imagine how much more it would hurt to spill your guts to someone about how you think you've failed the entirety of humanity, and two weeks later get cut down without a second thought. any legitimate bonding here is gonna have to wait until la pluma is... done... killing clarke.

but one doesn't have to be a confidant to be appreciated. that third mai tai is readily accepted, and clarke pauses before retreating from the bar to meet the other woman's eyes and nod. )

I'll remember it. And I appreciate it.

( but until that moment reaches them, clarke's just gonna... dip into the shadows of the club with her gleefully acquired drinks. don't worry, if you've missed her, she's probably circling back three or four more times to smile and, once the rum hits like a mac truck, bat her eyelashes at who has quickly become her favorite person here. )