32nd Inning

[freakinblur]

[There's something going on outside 1451 Mitchell today! Two people, specifically Scout and Ema Skye, are sitting at a card table at what looks to be a lemonade stand. Except it's not a lemonade stand. There's a hastily-made, messy sign hanging up front reading "DELICIOUS HOMEMADE LIQ DRINKS, 5 CENTS". There's several pitchers and cups out on the table filled with questionable liquids. There's a very, very strong smell of booze coming from them. And the two manning the table are giggling like maniacs because they're drunk as skunks.

So what do you say, Mayfield? Care to find out what the hell is going on? Do you approach?]

_{[[Posting order - you > Scout > Ema. I'll be scarce tonight but I'll be definitely on top of tags tomorrow!]]}

Comments

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Just walking by to go into the house...and then stopping to look at the two of you. WTH?]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[There was a weird smell coming out of the garage for about the last two or three weeks now, and it was locked with KEEP OUT signs on it. GUESS WHAT THEY WERE UP TO.

Scout waves at you.]

'Sup Ai. Ya can't have any. No hard feelin's but yer like... way too young.

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

[Prussia's super alcohol senses are tingling! He drifts closer to the stand eagerly.]

Hey, is that beer? I want some!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

HEY. PRUSSIA. Oh man. No beer. Haven't figured out beer yet. We're gettin' there. How 'bout. Um. This one's made with apple? [Hands you a cup.]

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

[The scent of booze automatically draws April to them. She was already in a happier than usual mood since the acquirement of a leg brace meant that she could walk without the walking stick and the possibility of alcohol makes her even giddier. So she walks up to the table, looks at the sign and then gets 5 cents out of her pocket and holds it out for them with a grin.]

This is the right amount, right?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

APRIL! Yeah. I mean no. It's on the house. G'head! Have some.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist is feeling pretty good about himself! He finally defeated his hated nemesis, and if there was going to be cheap liquor, well, who was he to complain? He could smell the alcohol from the street.]

And what's this, then?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hey. It's booze! I mean. Lemonade. Yeah. Juice. [He giggles.]

Ya want some? Only 5 cents!

[shoeofbaileys.livejournal.com]

[Have someone who looks a lot like Vince Noir in a dress scamper-hop up to the stand.]

Lemonade?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout squints at you, a little unsure.... it's not like he hasn't seen Vince in a dress before.]

Vince! Yeah. Kinda. Not really. [Stage whisper] It's booze!

[onearmedkitsune.livejournal.com]

[ WHY HELLO THERE! Certainly you Scout doesn't remember what happened last time, right? And now that she is actually wearing clothes (tight, but clothes nonetheless, she looks like a totally different person, right? ]

Oh? What is this? [ Can't read so only looking curiously at the cups and pitchers. ]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[YOU'RE LUCKY HE'S DRUNK, REN. But he does squint at you. There's something familiar about you.... but it's so hard to think right now.]


'S booze. Good booze! We made it.

[gaydrill.livejournal.com]

[ ... So this isn't exactly how he imagined his walk would turn out.

Honestly, you two. Klavier's trying to decide whether to just... keep his distance or run away... ]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

HEY, PALLY! Ya like booze, right? Come on! Everyone does! Come ooooooooooooooon! [He laughs.]

[legendschild.livejournal.com]

[Innocent bystander and thirsty. But luck seem to be one his side, because, oh look, a lemonade stand.]

I want five cups or so!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout holds up an unsteady hand to stop you.]

Nope! No kids. No way. Ain't havin' Grady come an' ruinin' all our fun cuz we got like, 13-year-olds drunk. Not a chance.

[the-strong-deva.livejournal.com]

I don't know what's in there, but I have to have it.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

What we have here is quality... booze. Yep! It's the best. So much better than what this town's got. One cuppa booze, one nickle please!

[inventor-king.livejournal.com]

I, for one, feel it my social obligation to support local business.

Give me a cup.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

That's the spirit, pally! 5 cents, man! [Holds up a cup of homemade booze to you]

[waitingforjava.livejournal.com]

[We may or may not have been walking down Mitchell Rd. in an attempt to scope out Mia's house. In any case, have a classy lawyer eyeballing you from a few yards away.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hey! Everyone likes booze. I mean juice. YES. Come on pally, try some!

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaand cue a very skeptical Riddler walking your way.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

ED! Eddie. Sup man. You want in on this. Trust me, man.

[notnicesiblings.livejournal.com]

[Wanders over with raised eyebrows]

This seems... productive.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ya! We're in business. The BEST business. This stuff's flyin' off tha shelves. Whattaya say, pally? Wanna cup?

[magicbloomers.livejournal.com]

Oh!

I love lemonade! I'll have a glass, please.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Waves a hand at you.]

Nope! No can do! I said no ta Ai and I gotta say no ta you. Dad says no. No booze fer you.

SHH I POSTED THIS TWO DAYS AGO WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

[Zevran likes liquor, and he's acquainted with both Scout and Ema, so there is no way he isn't check out their stand. Even though he's able to practically smell the cloud of liquor and poor decisions waiting to happen from across the street. He strolls on over.] Only five cents? [Be proud, Ema! Your lesson in American currency was useful!] Is that a reflection of the quality, or simply how much you two have already had yourselves?

8D

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hey, this town is so desperate fer good booze, we gotta make it affordable ta all! This stuff. It is the BEST stuff. Totally worth yer nickle. So buy some.

Terrible, terrible things will happen here.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Hey, Ema, guess whose horrible not!husband has come to see what you're up to? It's got to be that, because he can't honestly believe you'd give him booze via any means that don't involve trying to throw it in his face.] With hard workers like you around, I can't imagine why no one's figured out a way to get out of here yet.

[Also, Scout and Ema! Please to be putting up your permissions (http://have-your-lives.livejournal.com/3063.html) for Schuldig's telepathy so I know what's cleared for this thread?]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Your sarcasm has no affect on Scout! Especially when he's this drunk.]

Hey man, we're offerin' a quality service here. Ya gonna buy some 'r aintcha?

[Surface thoughts for Scout are really muddled thanks to how blitzed he is, but even still, they're pretty typical Scout thoughts. Making money off of you, enjoying more of his homemade liquor, looking out for any girls who might be wandering nearby to try and impress (also includes the one sitting next to him).]