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

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

As long as it's stronger than the sissy shit they sell hear, I'll try anything.

[Slams down a nickel in her hand.] Better be good, otherwise I'm asking for it back!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

'Course it's good! We made it! It's amazing. It's killer.

[He hands you a cup. And, well, for being homemade booze being sold on the street, it IS actually pretty good!]

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Ow. Who taught you how to hand over money? [Ema drops the nickel into the Money Jar.]

And it's the best ever. Scout and I are geniuses.

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

Don't be a weakling!

[Takes a sip. His eyes widen appreciatively.]

Hey, this is pretty good! Not nearly as awesome as my beer, of course, but still way better than America's shit.

[He empties the cup.] Hand me more!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

I told ya it was good.

Gimme yer money!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

That's the power of SCIENCE! [Laughs for no good reason at all.]

We're better than America!

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

Way better than America! Not that that's hard.

[Slams down a dollar.] That's . . . goddamn stupid American currency . . . twenty cups right there! Gimme more alcohol!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

YES. Alright. Go ahead. 'S all yers man.

[All the alcohol varies. Some is really strong, some is really flavorful, some is downright terrible!

Scout turns to Ema.]

This. Was. The best idea. EVER.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

It was! We should have thought of this sooner~ [Science and alcohol and making a bit of pocket money--what's not to love?

Ema starts pouring cups, but gives up after a bit and just hands Prussia one of the bottles.] Here. For being our best customer!

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should try making beer. Denmark's beer isn't half as good as mine, anyway.

[Grins at Ema and toasts her with the bottle.]

Hell yeah! 'Course I'm the best, I'm awesome!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

YES. BEER. Can you make beer? We were gonna try that. Later. This was our first run. Beer's hard. Takes more... science.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

I am ALL ABOUT making beer! You can go into business with us! Scout, Skye, and... Prussia!

It has a nice ring to it. [No, not really, but Ema's not clever when she's drunk.] What do you say?

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

Of course I can make beer, I'm Prussia! Our beer's the fucking best! No one else compares! Especially not that loser Denmark!

[Thoughtful pause.] Well, I don't usually make alliances this quickly, but when it comes to alcohol, hell yeah! Let's get this shit ratified!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout holds up a cup for himself, and a toast. He's laughing, because you country guys are just so weird.]

Hell yes! Ratify the shit outta it!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Yes! Let's get it in writing! [Ema starts rummaging through their stuff to find a piece of paper and something to write with. She eventually comes up with some cardboard and a marker--it'll have to do.]