somethingwithturquoise | Summer's 21st Birthday Portal Pub Crawl Mega-Post! Saturday Night [06/19].

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Summer's 21st Birthday Portal Pub Crawl Mega-Post! Saturday Night [06/19].

Considering that Summer had first hatched this idea all the way back in March and even got a few of the wheels in motion for it back then, it was almost a little hard to believe that it was finally here (with a...few hitches and drama here and there, but what would a Summer party be without some drama attached, right?), it was finally her birthday and it was finally her twenty-first. Most young women in her position might plan for a big night with a few bars to really work the fact that they were finally twenty-one to the bone, but most young women didn't have easy portal access and a whole country pretty much at their wily little now-legal fingertips.

Starting, of course, with that old chestnut that supported not only her underage drinking habits but also her bank account, in the place that made most of this possible, Fandom Island's own Caritas! Summer was, of course, bringing jello shots, but don't expect to stay too long, because it wouldn't take much time for their first portal to be ready, and then it's off for a very long, very rambling, cross-country night that, probably by bar five, Summer probably won't remember anyway! Good thing she had plenty of mostly-sober friends who could maybe record some of it for posterity and memory's sake!

[[ THE EPIC OCD IS NOW UP!

if you're 21 and older and/or not a student, and you've ever breathed in the same air in a close proximity to Summer, she's probably extended an invitation to you, so feel free to jump in. The Caritas post when it goes up can also be great for recruitment!

All the stops outside of Fandom except for the Baltimore bar and Lucifer's club are in Summer's dimension, as well, which has been invaded by aliens a few times and is used to weird shit, so any non-standard-human traits would not raise any eyebrows if there's any concerns there!

Lemme know if there's any questions, everything but Caritas and the Devil's Nest NFB for distance, obviously, and I spent way too much time on this, this is my life ]]

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By the point in the night, anyone who might need liquid courage to want to get up and do some karaoke was probably in a good spot for it! And that's what Maruni's is for! There's a piano, too, if anyone *cough* might feel inclined, but the real feature of this stop is going to be the no doubt epic performance of Barry Ween either completely fumbling his way or masterfully acing (there is no in-between) a karaoke version of "My Heart Will Go On".

Because he lost a bet and Summer thinks she's hilarious.

And that it was still nicer than making him do "Like a Virgin."

There was a piano. Of course Lucifer was shooing away anyone who dared to go near it so he could have a good sit down.

"I'd like to dedicate this trashy pop song to the woman who made this all possible," he announced. "Happy birthday, miss Smith!"

Someone had remembered their negotiations about the music, as one could tell when he started playing.

"Ohmygod!" Summer's eyes brightened from what was threatening to become the ultimate slump that she had miraculously managed to avoid giving into completely thus far, once she recognized what was coming out of the piano. "Yes! THIS SONG IS MY JAM!"

Oh, just wait until she actually realized who was actually playing it! Which she will! ....Eventually!

"Ah, the clarion call of the party girl at night," Lucifer sighed to himself, and then bellowed louder, "HERE'S TO YOU, MISS SMITH!"

Oh, Summer was the pure embodiment of the drunk white girl at the club right now. She was practically transcending her element right now.

Or, at the very least, in her own mind, she was reaching true Party Girl Enlightenment.

"IF YOU DON'T WANNA SEEEEEEE ME," she was belting, "DANCIN' WIF SOMEBOODYYY---ohmygod!"

She stopped feeling her everything for a moment to squint.

"Is that Lucifer?" she asked to whatever unfortunate soul happened to be closest to her in that moment.

Of course it was!

Who else was going to make a show of playing with one hand for a few seconds while he stood up and took a big swing of whiskey right from the bottle?

... Okay, there were probably multiple someones. But if you asked Lucifer, no one did it with as much style as he did.

Stark was ~~probably?~~ not going to sing anything tonight. He was happy to listen and watch anyone else perform though. Definitely kinda drunk by now.

"Staaaaaaark!" Summer stumbled her way over to him, took a swig from her...martini? Beer? Cocktail? She honestly wasn't even sure what she was drinking at this point. "Are you going to siiiiiing?"

It was honestly sort of a miracle that she'd even remembered that they had very briefly talked about it.

"No," Stark said quickly. "Nooooo, no singing. Not tonight."

Probably.

"Don't remember any songs."

"Is okay!" Summer assured him, with another...worrisomely large gulp, one that meant she had to take a second before she continued. "They put the words right up there on the...thing for you!"

"Don't know the music either," Stark told her. "Forgot everything."

This was probably not very convincing. Not even a little bit.

It wasn't, and Summer fixed a skeptical look on Stark so that he knew this.

"Everything?" she challenged.

"Everything!" Stark grinned and nodded several more times than was necessary. "Every song I ever knew. S'very sad."

"I don't believe you," Summer informed him, lifting herself up very importantly. "But that's fine. I'mma just gonna go up and sing instead, then. 'Cause I do remember songs!"

That was fine. He didn't believe himself either.

"I'll clap," Stark promised. "For you."

Re: Martuni's, San Francisco, CA - Portal Pub Crawl, 06/19.

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Faye was absolutely drunk enough by now to have mostly stopped stealing things, because she knew she needed to be kind of at her best to pull it off every time. She also was drunk enough that she was pretty sure she'd hurt her ankle earlier, but maybe if she ignored it, she could just walk it off, probably? (No.)

That being said, she was totally slipping something -- it was another cell phone. Some woman had just left it on the counter in the bathroom! Her loss! -- into Stark's pocket when she made her way over to him. Granted, he also might not have noticed, because she was just going ahead and climbing into his lap while she was at it.

"This is fun," she decided, only slurring a very little.

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Stark's pockets had been fairly empty when the night started. They were full now. He'd certainly noticed that.

"It is," he agreed firmly. And not just because he was drunk or because his date was now sitting in his lap though the latter definitely helped. He wrapped one arm around her, just in case she needed steadying. "Glad you came."

The drunkenness and the lap-sitting were both pretty great. And also, seriously, she'd made soooooo much money tonight.

"Me too," she replied, sliding an arm around Stark's shoulders -- because yeah, actually, she did need steadying, that was true. But also she would have maybe done it anyway, given that she had reached a very affectionate point in her drinking. "Where are we?"

She had kind of lost track. To be fair, a lot of these destinations were totally underwater in Faye's time.

"California?" Stark said uncertainly. "I think. Somewhere I've never been. Somewhere else. Never been anywhere we've been tonight. Well I've been there now but I haven't been there before and I haven't been here before."

Oh look, he was babbling now. But maybe Faye needed his other arm around her as well. Just in case.

You know, she did need that other arm around her. And it was inspiring Faye -- who was absolutely into the handsy sort of portion of the evening -- to trail a hand along Stark's shoulder before idly reaching up to smooth her fingers over the buckle at his neck. Just all the affectionate little touches from Faye, right now.

"You talk a lot sometimes," she observed, and you know what, affectionate touches were going to lead to kisses, now. Hopefully he didn't mind.

Stark did talk a lot sometimes. Keeping his mouth occupied in other ways was an excellent way to put a stop to that, so good job Faye.

He shivered a little at the fingers on his neck and made a soft, pleased noise at the kiss.

"Don't mean to," he murmured. "It just happens. Sometimes. Not always."

"S'okay, I like it," Faye assured him with a little smile. "I like you."

And it had only taken a truly ridiculous amount of alcohol for her to actually say that out loud, where Stark could hear it.

At least she knew she'd been sending some very mixed signals. That was something, right?

They had been some mixed signals. Although growing less mixed as time went on. At least a bit. Decidedly less mixed at this particular moment.

He was going to kiss her, this time. That seemed like an excellent way to respond to that statement.

As promised, Stark was clapping enthusiastically. And cheering.

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