somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Friday Evening [03/11].

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MHA #4; Friday Evening [03/11].

There had been talk, earlier that week, of space booze that Summer had not tried yet, and that was always something to be excited about. Plus, this particular space booze also came with a recently returned friend from which to potentially pry all sorts of hot gos and space deets from in the meantime. If she was entirely honest, she had kind of hoped that maybe Stark would seem better when he got back...and he did, for sure, but she was hoping for something...more better? She didn't know, she just knew that it was good he was back, and that it seemed he was taking the steps toward recovery or whatever and blah blah blah, he was just kind of doing it at a snail's pace, but she also had to remind herself that her pace was basically breakneck and faster than the speed of light with these things, so...you know...

To each their own.

But she was getting space booze out of it, and to make up for that, Stark would also get snacks, both sweet, savory, and gelatin (adjacent). And if he didn't show up? Well. She'd make leftover rounds tomorrow, or something. She did not think it would be hard to find people to shove extra food at.

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A ghost of a smile was good! Summer snorted. "And people say women can't give good directions," she said, shaking her head, and also just now realizing that the cats actually were nowhere to be found, which could be either incredibly worrisome or absolutely inconsequential, literally no where in between. But she'd concern herself with that later, because helloooo, space booze!

"So!" she chirped, heading over to the kitchen first and foremost. "What kind of glasses do you think we'll need for that...what was it again? Raslak? Or is this totally just a swig straight from the bottle kind of deal?"

As long as the cats didn't show up to shatter any bottles it was probably fine. Stark was definitely not going back for more right now!

"We were drinking it out of the bottles," Stark admitted. "But the idea was to get me drunk, I think. Both of us drunk, really." That had absolutely been the idea. And it had worked! "Like your sangria. So, smaller glasses I think? Or just the bottle. You can do what you like."

"Mmmmmm." Summer looked particularly thoughtful about this for a good, long moment, then she nodded. "Glasses," she decided, with all the confidence of someone who felt that her experience as a bartender clearly made her the top authority in thi decision anyway. "Make it last longer, probably, and, I mean, I have a shit ton of fancy glassware, might as well put it use, right? Although there always is a certain charm in the aesthetic of just going straight to the source. I think we can shoot to be a bit more sophisticated than that, though."

It was Summer's apartment and she was a bartender. Of course she should be the glassware authority here.

"Out of the bottle worked well enough, but glasses might be nice. If you want to be 'sophisticated' about it. Or just use some of your glasses." There was another tiny smile there. "You can decide what works best." He would go along with whatever. "Unless you're trying to get us both drunk, too."

Honestly, he'd go along with that too. He could stumble back upstairs eventually.

"I meeeeaaaan," said Summer, grinning over her shoulder a moment before she disappeared into the cabinet a little and pulled out glasses that could only really be considered little if you were, like, Sidon-sized, but they were her usual sangria glasses, which just felt like the right choice, "I wouldn't be opposed to getting drunk. I rarely am! But I don't know how this stuff is going to hit me, so I guess we'll have to wait and see!"

"It is strong," Stark warned. "I ended up asleep on the floor." And there weren't even stairs to contend with on Moya. Just a flat corridor!

"We did drink a lot. I'm not sure how much. But it helped, some."

"You know," said Summer, now weilding the glasses and idly corraling herself and Stark and the bottles toward the living room and the couch, "I can actually believe it was a lot if you can't even remember how much you had. And there are probably worse places to wind up than asleep on a floor."

"I've slept worse places than Chiana's floor," Stark agreed. "I slept worse places while I was gone this time," he added, letting himself be directed towards the couch.

"And it was only the one night, on the floor." He'd been in beds again after that night.

"Are we talking worse places like the space jail cell worse places?" asked Summer, sitting easily with a leg tucked underneath her, and the two glasses in one hand so she could pat the couch as an invitation for Stark to sit (which felt like a given, obviously, but sometimes, she felt like you kind of had to be specific with Stark).

Sometimes you did need to be specific with Stark. Especially when he was deep in 'maybe nobody actually wants me around' feelings. Luckily those weren't too overwhelming, today.

"Yes," he said with a little nod as he sat. "That cell. Other cells. Moya was a prison ship, once. Not her fault. But none of her rooms feel like cells anymore. Her floors are fine."

And now Summer held out the two glasses between them, so that Stark could have the honors of doing the pouring.

"Soooo," she asked, "is Moya, like, the ship you were on, then? With all your friends from back home?"

"She is," Stark confirmed, pouring what was possibly an unwise amount of the blue liquid into Summer's glass and then his own. "She's a Leviathan. They're living ships. Bio-mechanoid. She's where I lived, before. After I was free."

"Crichton and Aeryn and Chiana are still there. And Pilot. He has to be."

"Ohhhh, it's blue!" Summer enthused, eyes sparking with excitement as she watched Stark pouring to exactly meet her whole reason for choosing these glasses in particular. "Oh, I definitely have to see what I can do with jello and this one, this could be a lot of fun to work with!"

And once it was poured, she held up the glass to swirl it around carefully like it was a wine or something, to get an idea of its clarity, viscosity, whatever, before pulling it closer and trying to get a good grasp of the nose of it all.

Look, she was more than a bartender, okay? She was an artiste.

She wasn't sure she wanted to comment too much on living ships, what with her whole history there, but she could at least venture with a simple, "And...Aeryn is the one with the baby? Who there's also been versions of here? Annnnnnd Chiana's the one with floor who also got you da-ruuunk."

Just to make sure she got all the various players in order before she found out how much this stuff was going to manage to get that all mixed up again.

"Aeryn and Crichton had the baby. Deke," Stark confirmed, taking a sip of his own. "Chiana came to visit here. In the fall." When he'd gotten into the barfight but he wasn't going to go there because that would lead nowhere good.

"She's grey. Nebari. Aeryn looks like a human, Crichton is. And Rygel was there, but now he's back on his throne. He's Hynerian. Small and green. And Jothee was there, but he left before I did." Otherwise there would have been no space hookup. "And Noranti is still there. Old woman with three eyes."

"That is...a looooot of names I am almost guaranteed to forget if this stuff is even remotely any good, Stark," Summer warned him with a grin, before lifted her glass and finally taking a sip. Got distracted a moment with considering the taste, before realizing that, clearly, she needed to have much more than a sip if she was going to make any sort of judgement in that regard. "But I don't think I remember meeting anyone who might have visited in the fall. That was probably while I was still in space with my space mom, and the last Galactic Empire..."

"You don't need to remember them," Stark said. Well. Chiana's name might come up again. "Unless you plan on taking a trip. You shouldn't." Every time he went back he ended up locked up. "It's not...I wouldn't recommend it."

"I think you'd remember if you met Chiana." Chiana was memorable even if you hadn't stumbled into a friends-with-benefits situation. That was a much larger sip of his drink he was taking now. For no particular reason.

"I mean," said Summer, "I don't know. I do like going to different dimensions of space to see how fucked up shit is. And," she snorted a laugh with a swig, "there are a....lot of things I would happily do that you probably wouldn't recommend. Space jails and coup and former prison ships that are living beings? Kinda sounds right up my alley, you know?"

"Moya is a good place to be. She was just as much a prisoner as Zhaan and D'Argo and Rygel. Visiting Moya is fine. It's everything not on board Moya that goes poorly. Or maybe it's just me. I always end up in a cell. Every time. And I think...I think Rygel may hold on to his throne this time. Hopefully not another coup."

They'd broken 2 empires and repaired another it was really time to take a break from that sort of activity.

"None of us died, at least. This time."

"I'm very glad that none of you died this time," said Summer, giving Stark an encouraging grin, because you know what? Sometimes, you just had to hear that someone was glad you didn't die. She felt that. On, like, a super deep level. "Especially you. And not just because if you had died, I wouldn't be drinking this seriously awesome space booze right now.

"And I think....I would like to visit sometime. It sounds super interesting, and I'd like to see where it is you're, like, coming from, you know? Even if we do end up in a cell. Wouldn't be my first time!"

"Rygel's cousin was going to have us publicly executed," Stark pointed out, voice very mild. "But he shouldn't be a problem now. Hyneria is supposed to be something of a safe haven for all of us, now."

"And...you probably would like it. You'd get along with Chiana, I think. And Crichton. Maybe Aeryn." They could talk about weaponry and generally being badass.

"But try to stay out of the cells."

"....are they really that bad?" Summer had to wonder. "Do they have, like, sarlac pits on the floor or spikes on all the surfaces or...ugh...tentacles involved some how?"

There was a sip.

"Is it weird," yes, Summer, if you had to preface it with that, it probably was very weird, "that I want to know how you guys were going to be publicly executed?"

She was just trying to build the story here!

And potentially prepare for future such attempted public executions!

"I spent two years in the Gammak Base cell, Summer. It didn't need tentacles. Or spikes. It was just a small room with a locked door with people on the other side who thought I was a science experiment. And before that it was Scarran cells."

Careful, Summer, or you'd end up with a crash course in why Stark is Like That.

"Bishan didn't give details. Probably something painful. But it didn't happen. We're all still fine. For now."

Well. Fine might be a bit of a stretch. Stark was slowly edging closer to fine though. He was trying.

Oh, right, like it would really kill him to let someone in on why he was Like That, anyway.

And who knew? Maybe he'd get it right back and get a little insight on why Summer was Like This.

But for now, she just sort of hummed discontentedly into her cup. "I feel like if someone's going to go and make a public spectacle out of your execution," she mused, "they should at least tell you how they're going to do it. That's, like, just common courtesy."

"The Tavleks told me right before," Stark offered.

"I got better," he added after taking another drink. "And it wasn't really public. Just everyone from the ship."

"I guess that's public enough," Summer allowed, feeling a little too much of this space booze right now to bother with quibbling too</i much on what constituted as a public execution or not. "And, you know, it just goes to show you...things can get pretty bad, but, hey, as long as you keep getting better, as long as you're all <i>fine</i>, that's what <i>really</i> counts, right?"

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