[ Hurikane might just be The Bar to be at, for basically everyone at this point. For La Pluma, she just really likes the selection of drinks behind the bar. It makes for some fascinating cocktail choices, and she's more than happy to indulge herself with the mixes. She doesn't have a ton of friends on the ship right now, after all, so she has to fill her time doing something, and being productive sounds like too much work.
So, here she is, making herself some Mai Tais off to the side and making the most bizarre looking drinks and just leaving them on the counter in a row. Ranging from drinks that look like literal galaxies to the ocean to... uh... mud? Interesting choices. She just makes them and doesn't touch them, which seems like a horrible tactic if she's trying to figure out which drinks are worth keeping. ]
[ Kaeya has only been on this ship for less than a week, but he's already decided Hurikane is absolutely his favorite place here. Fancy drinks, decent music, an excellent source of gathering gossip, what's not to love? As far as he's concerned, the only downside are the invisible bartenders - not that he has anything against ghostly beings, but the conversation with them can be rather, well, dead.
So it's a pleasant surprise when he walks in through the doors this time to see an actual person behind the counter, especially with the array of fascinating drinks laid out already. He slides into the stool in front of her with an amiable smile, picking up a cocktail that looks like the starry night sky in a glass. ]
My, these are certainly a lot more interesting than the usual menu items. How much for a taste, or are they reserved for someone special?
[ She gestures to the drinks with a tilt of her head, not even looking up at him as she works. Yet, anyway. ]
Just the very expensive price of some time and company, I suppose. I don't really have any "special" someones to share anything with. [ Not entirely true, but the one person she considers "special" in any regards currently fucking hates her, so it's safe to assume that she couldn't share anything with him right now. Murder Island is almost as bad as ruining friendships as Monopoly is. ]
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So, here she is, making herself some Mai Tais off to the side and making the most bizarre looking drinks and just leaving them on the counter in a row. Ranging from drinks that look like literal galaxies to the ocean to... uh... mud? Interesting choices. She just makes them and doesn't touch them, which seems like a horrible tactic if she's trying to figure out which drinks are worth keeping. ]
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So it's a pleasant surprise when he walks in through the doors this time to see an actual person behind the counter, especially with the array of fascinating drinks laid out already. He slides into the stool in front of her with an amiable smile, picking up a cocktail that looks like the starry night sky in a glass. ]
My, these are certainly a lot more interesting than the usual menu items. How much for a taste, or are they reserved for someone special?
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Just the very expensive price of some time and company, I suppose. I don't really have any "special" someones to share anything with. [ Not entirely true, but the one person she considers "special" in any regards currently fucking hates her, so it's safe to assume that she couldn't share anything with him right now. Murder Island is almost as bad as ruining friendships as Monopoly is. ]