A bar in Baltimore- Saturday night

[notconflicted]

Sia hadn't cared much about her birthday in the past, and she wasn't sure she cared now. But, she really shouldn't have gotten to this birthday, and it was a milestone which meant nothing at home, and it was just days before graduation in Fandom. Once she'd managed to swing a couple days when no one would be looking for her that hard, she more or less had to come back, right?

A few people had been invited. Nothing big, and anyone was welcome to come and go as they pleased, though she had managed to find a bar that wasn't completely insane tonight.

And as she came back from opening a tab, Sia asked, "Why would they beg us not to order margaritas?"


[For a few, but open if your character's at the bar!]

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[myownface]

"Cinco de Mayo," Sparkle guessed. "It's kind of like Saint Patrick's Day in that everyone goes to bars and pretends to actually care about someone else's culture by getting shitface-drunk on the stereotypical booze of whatever nation they're appropriating and then acting like idiots all around town."

It wasn't really a big thing in Canada, not like St. Paddy's Day was, but he was a twenty-year-old with a decent fake ID and the internet. He'd noticed.

"I'm willing to put money on the odds that some asshole is going to come in here wearing a poncho and a big hat, too."

[notconflicted]

"I don't understand the point if it. That doesn't even sound fun," said Sia.

You know. Since she was a girl well-versed in fun.

[myownface]

"Well, people tend to treat holidays like that like big parties," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "Big themed parties that they can take and treat however they want. I'm sure it actually means something somewhere. We're just not in that place."

He glanced toward the bar.

"Here, it's just margaritas."

[notconflicted]

"I suppose it could be worse. And I doubt anyone here woukd be ordering margaritas for the holiday anyway."

Maybe Cade. Just to be Cade.

[myownface]

Sparkle had no doubt Cade would do anything just to be Cade. Especially after the bartender specifically begged for them not to.

"I don't think anyone here really celebrates the holiday," Sparkle agreed. "So there's not really any reason to, is there?"

Unless someone just happened to like margaritas.

[notconflicted]

"Unless they're drunk and obnoxious."

Again, Cade.

[shutupandkillsomething]

"Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarkle," Cade wheedled, "come drink my shitty margarita. It's cucumber."

And jalapeno. So much jalapeno.

[myownface]

Mean, Cade.

"... Who the hell puts cucumber in a margarita?"

It needed friends. Jalapeno friends. But Sparkle did not yet suspect this turn of events, no.

[shutupandkillsomething]

"Weirdos," Cade said, shoving over his glass. "It's got grass in it, too. Or something."

Cilantro.

[myownface]

Sparkle peered down at the glass in front of him.

"Cilantro," he supplied. He was helpful like that. "Which is great if you like the taste of soap."

Fortunately, Sparkle wasn't one to be turned off of free alcohol by a little bit of soapy grass. He shrugged, picked up the glass, and took a mouthful.

...

And swallowed.

"Wasn't expecting that," he managed, wincing one eye and looking back down at what was left of the drink.

[shutupandkillsomething]

"Good, huh?"

Don't piss off the bartender, Cade. Learn this lesson.

[craftyladyparts]

So the weird thing about having been in space military for the past however long and not making trips back to Earth was that all of Jessica’s clothes were now space clothes. She managed to at least dress in space civilian clothes tonight, but it was weirdly still pretty uniform, as if once you were in space and unless you were a woman of Royal means, your clothes were going to stick pretty hard to a common theme.

Jessica’s theme was, of course, jackets.

“Is it wrong that the begging just makes me want a margarita more?”

[notconflicted]

"I'd actually expect that of you," Sia admitted. "You're of course welcome to order what you want, but I'm not responsible if you make him cry."

[craftyladyparts]

"I would tip better if i made him cry," Jessica suggested. "I'm a troll, not a monster."

[notconflicted]

"True," Sia allowed. "Then if you would like to be the margarita drinker of the group, the position is open."

[craftyladyparts]

"I think that's what my life has led me to," Jessica decided. "Barkeep! Here's a tissue to cry into because I need a margarita. It will be the first of many."

It wouldn't be. She was going to nurse it like they were in an emergency room. But she was trolling.

[notconflicted]

"And how many will you actually drink?" Sia said, because she knew better and assumed if there were more, someone else was going to have to drink them.

Not her. She was only a margarita person when gremlin bit.

[shutupandkillsomething]

"I would like a pitcher of your most complicated margarita," Cade said. "The one that uses the blender."

Because Cade was an assssshole.

[craftyladyparts]

“And I thought I was going to be the margarita-ordering troll. I should have known you’d troll harder,” Jessica teased.

[shutupandkillsomething]

Cade grinned. "Well, you know. Embrace your strengths."

[notconflicted]

"This is completely unsurprising," Sia decided. The poor bartender was at least getting paid well later.

[shutupandkillsomething]

Just probably not by Cade!

"I'm sure the--" he glanced down at the menu, "Frozen Cucumber Cilantro Japeleno Margarita will be delicious."

And certainly not passive-aggressively spicy.

[notconflicted]

"That drink is going to be an adventure," Sia warmed.

[shutupandkillsomething]

"Oh, definitely," Cade said. "I only know what two of the words mean."

[notconflicted]

"Telling you probably wouldn't stop you, right?" she checked.