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::Andrea and Lirie walk up to the bar, Andy checking her wallet while they approach.::

"Neat. I forgot about the twenty dollars she gave me to stop me biting my toenails in front of her last month. We're laughing all the way to the bank. Or bar. Which is far more fun."

::She smiles at Lirie and addresses the bartender.::

"Hi. Could we get, uh, a Morgan's and lemonade and a double vodka?"

::She's just guessing what Lirie wants but hopes her friend will approve.::

::The bartender wonders what these people are doing up. He doesn't want to be up! Regardless... he makes the drinks and passes them to the girls, taking Andy's easily-earned cash. They look like they don't want to chat to him, so he moves away to clean glasses, assuming they'll move to a table or something.::

:: Tables are for pussies! Or, y'know, civilized people. Lirie takes a seat at the bar, picking up the vodka. ::

"Bottoms up!"

:: Without another word, she downs the double drink, scrunching her nose up a bit when the liquids burns up her tissue. ::

"Uuuugh... it looked like a better idea when it was in the glass..."

"As long as it stays in there."

::Andrea looks dubious, then at her own glass.::

"I don't have to do that with this too, do I?"

::She's so accommodating to the needs of others, isn't she? She's grand.::

:: Lirie chokes out a laugh and shakes her head. ::

"Not unless you want alcohol poisoning."

:: She waves at the bartender to get another one. ::

"In fact, just put the bottle out. And some pickles."

:: She grins at Andrea, just in case she would think it a bad idea. ::

"Pickles?"

::That's the strangest part of Lirie's request in Andrea's eyes. She eyes the bottle once it's down and then narrows said eyes at Lirie when she has to fork out advance drinks money.::

(Hope Julie doesn't ask me where this went.)

"Yes, pickles. That's how Russians drink. You do a shot--"

:: Lirie pours herself a shot and quickly downs it, picking up a pickle. ::

"-- and you sniff a pickle."

:: She does just that. ::

"Not eat, mind you. Just sniff. Or else you're gonna have a horrible hangover. A toast?"

:: She asks absently, picking up another shot. She's not here to drink moderately, but to get sloshed and hopefully find herself somewhere weird in the morning. ::

(I am so confused.)

::Not wanting to get left behind, Andrea takes a couple choking gulps of her drink but it's not enough to make her gag at all; it's not that strong.::

"Where the hell are you from, Lirie?"

:: Lirie smiles mysteriously. Mysteriously and sagely! Ooooh. ::

"I'm from everywhere... and nowhere. That's why I can live anywhere. Cheers."

:: She downs what she's been holding, and decides to take a break, picking up a pickle. ::

"And you're from Ireland."

::Andrea is now really wondering what in hell country Lirie is from, but knows she should know. Then again, it seems to change all the time so the Kohr is just confused. She smiles weakly and nods.::

"Mhm. I can live in America because apparently everybody here is Irish too."

"So it would appear to be. Which only reminds me that I'm still an illegal immigrant..."

:: Lirie makes a scrunchy face, pouring another shot. ::

"I hate that word. Are you legal, Ands? How does one become legal around here?"

::Andrea suddenly looks a little panicked.::

"I... I don't know!"

::She'd never given two thoughts to any of this. She stopped owning her own places a long time ago. She looks around, paranoid she's suddenly going to get kicked out by the po pos. She's not going down without being drunk. She finishes her drink and then pours too much vodka and has that too. Then she sniffs a pickle and almost gags.::

"That's disgusting!"

:: Lirie shakes her head exasperatedly. ::

"Aren't you Irish? Don't you know how to drink anything beside fruity crapfests?"

::Andrea gives Lirie what she hopes is a scathing look.::

"It's not that. It's... those things."

::She points at pickle world. Not that she's a fan of straight vodka either.::

:: Lirie glances at the pickle plate, confused by Andrea's words. Pickles always go with straight alcohol! It's a worldwide known fact! She sighs, taking the plate and putting it closer to herself and out of Andrea's sight. ::

"Better?"

:: Pouring another shot, she looks around. ::

"This place looks... blaugh."

::Andrea also looks around too.::

"Yeah... it's... quiet. I think it is the prices that make Sharon and Jasmine and Meredith and all them like it so much."

::She smiles gently at Lirie.::

"P3 was way better."

:: Lirie nods in agreement after downing another shot and is about to ask for a reason why they closed it, when she bites her tongue. When she speaks again, she's continuing a conversation previously led inside her mind. ::

"Oh, right..."

:: Sigh. ::

"Well, maybe we should open up a place? Call it 'Puddly Paradise' ir some such! People would love it! Err, okay, maybe the unwanted kind of people... but the name is negotiable. We need a better hang out place and if P3 is too painful..."

::Andrea laughs, shaking her head. She finishes another drink and gets up, now feeling the drink. Poor Andrea. She doesn't know she's a lightweight.::

"Here. I want to show you something."

:: Lirie hops onto her feet, in her vertical state beginning to feel the traces of alcohol in her blood, and stares at Andrea with an expecting smile. ::

"Yes."

::Andrea just laughs in a random fashion before grabbing Lirie and running out of the place with her. Into the streets.::

::Luke takes a seat at the bar and sighs mournfully. This is one of the last decent bars in the city with The Cot and Sod closed for a murder investigation and P3 has yet to reopen. This place seems fine to him so that he can spend some time to himself. The whitelighter gestures to a familiar bartender, being something of a regular here.::

"Hey, Cliff? Lemme get the usual."

::The usual is served up by the kind and enigmatic Cliff.::

"There ya go, Sir."

::He smiles.::

::Luke grins slightly to the bartender.::

"Thanks."

::He sips from the glass, sharply exhaling.::

"Long day?"

::Aw, bartender clichés. But they work!::

"Something like that. I just want it to be over."

::Luke takes another careful sip from his drink.::

"You could always... go to bed early."

::Cliff gives Luke one of his lopsided smiles.::

"But you wouldn't be making as much money tonight, would you?"

::He looks to his empty glass, sliding it to Cliff so that he could make him another.::

"Planning a big one, huh?"

::Cliff refills and passes it back.::

"As if there's any other alternative."

::Luke takes a drink, but it's more quicker than those weenie sips from his last serving.::

"Meeting someone?"

"Yes. Jack, Sam and my old friend, Sir Guinness."

"Hmm."

::Cliff gives Luke a funny sort of smile. He sees Luke on his own, but doesn't really know why. He wonders if he's escaping a wife or just doesn't give a damn about being alone.::

"Well, here's to them."

"Hear-hear!"

::Luke smiles and raises his glass.::

"To Jack, Sam and Guinness! Friends that never leave you hanging dry and always there for you."

::The whitelighter finishes the drink and is done with the first part of his warmup.::

"Let's invite Jose to the party, hm?"

::He points to the bottle on the shelf, indicating that he wants to do some tequila shots.::

::Cliff just chuckles and shakes his head, punching some buttons on the till. They've done this before. He's well used to Luke's enjoyment of the booze. He takes the quarter-full bottle from its holder and replaces it with a new one, then pours Luke a shot from the first one.::

"Lemon or lime?"

::He's already getting a small dish of salt.::

"Surprise me."

::Cliff cuts up a lime and gives that to Luke.::

"No passing out on my floor."

"Oh, c'mon. That was only that one time."

::Liar.::

::Cliff chuckles.::

"You're lucky we like you."

::Cos he tips well.::

"Otherwise you'd be so barred."

"I'm barred now."

::Luke smiles at his awful "joke" and starts the three-part process of the tequila shot, concluding it with biting the lime slice as if it were no big deal.::

"Another."