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?]

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

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

Hey, is that beer? I want some!

[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]

[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.

[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. 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.]

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema waves at you, too! Yes, she is drunk.]

Hi, Ai! It's good to see you, how have you been?

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema swats at Scout's hands.] Hey, hey, he has to pay for it first!

[Turns to Prussia and holds out a hand.] Five cents.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

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

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

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

Ya want some? Only 5 cents!

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

....good.

[Walking over to get a closer look]

What are you doing?

[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]

Science project! Worked good too. Awesome good. It is so good. [He laughs.]

[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]

Science project, plus we're being entrepuh... untrapra... we're in business!

[Ema grins widely, then looks at the not-as-full-as-she-would-like jar of money and frowns a little.]

Business is a bit slow. Hey, do you want to help us advertise?

[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.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Stop giving away all our product for free, Scout! [POUTS.]

Hello, potential customer!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Yes, juice. [Also giggles. Man, they are so drunk.]

I bet even weirdo like you would like it~

[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!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema just stares unabashedly for a few moments, then brightens up. She doesn't even bother with the stage whisper.]

And it's really good booze, too!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

I'm not a weirdo and you know it!

[He only huffs for a moment, though, before pulling out a dollar and handing it over.]

I don't have change. I just guess that means I get as much as I want.

[Codeine? Pain medication for his eye? What's that?]

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

[Grins at Scout but still places the money on the table at Ema's protest and gives her a grin as well.]

Hi there! [Now if you'll excuse her, she'll pour herself a cup and just gulp that stuff down.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

YEAH. 'S all yers, lady! [H-he's really drunk, okay. He takes the dollar and stuffs it in his pocket.] Ya can have the sample 'a everythin'!

[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!