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

[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).]

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema, on the other hand, stiffens up like a board. She's also incredibly drunk, and was enjoying herself with trivial thoughts of how awesome this plan was and how much fun she was having being blitzed with Scout. That thought process, however, has come to an abrupt halt as a bunch of uncomfortable thoughts--Schuldig's suggestion of what happened while she was droned not being the least of them--came to the forefront. In short, he makes her skin crawl.

So Ema responds as any drunk woman would in her situation: glaring and getting defensive.] Go home, Schuldig.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

You'd turn away a potential paying customer? Bad business sense, Ema. [He eyes Scout briefly, idly flipping through his thoughts like a boring magazine; there's really nothing of particular interest to Schuldig in there.] I've heard the phrase 'drunk as lords' before, but I don't think you two really have the class to live up to it.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Between Ema's reaction and those snarky comments, Scout already doesn't like you. He stands up suddnely, shaking the table a bit.]

Didn't ya hear the lady, pally? She said get outta here!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema jumps a little at the sudden movement from Scout. He really does move extraordinarily fast.]

You're a special case. You're just here to make us miserable, and we reserve the right to... not serve jerks.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig glances between the two of them, smirking a bit.] And if I refuse to go away unless I'm bribed...? What will you do?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He grabs your collar and pulls you, looking pretty unhappy. Oh god, the alcohol smell.]

I can make ya go away pretty easy, chucklenuts! Ya want me ta throw yer as down tha street?

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[kljafklwejrw THAT IS A VERY BAD IDEA SCOUT OH GOD.]

What are you doing, let him go!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig's gaze flickers past Scout to Ema, and then he gives the man a feral smirk.] You heard the lady.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Still holding your collar, his eyes go back and forth between you. Lucky(?) for Schuldig, he's prone to listen to Ema, even if he is plastered. He pushes you away roughly. He's stronger than he looks.]

Buzz off, pally, before I really DO have ta throw ya out myself!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema gets up and grabs Scout's wrist to keep him from closing back in on Schuldig. She's serious about preventing an altercation here.]

Please leave, Schuldig.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

I should make you give me a drink, first...but I'm really not that hard up. [Schuldig dusts himself off, taking in them and their operation with one last grin, and then moves along.]