Outer Space SUCKS! [immediately after meeting Kara] (Open)

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"I need a bar, a good old-fashioned bar, none of this sports enthusiast or micro-brewery or house music crap. Two pool tables, a dartboard, a jukebox, and I need good liquor." Owen mumbled as he shuffled his way into the sensorium, the scenery complying as he walked behind the bar and looked over the selection.

At least this damn place could get drinks right, even if it's timing to pull people from his world sucked hard.

"Outer space SUCKS." He put a glass down firmly on the bar as he poured himself some whiskey. After knocking back the first drink, he proclaimed it a bit louder, and a bit different. "OUTER SPACE TOTALLY BLOWS!"

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[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"Heh." Owen let out a self-satisfied chuckle, smiling. "Not a dog, a kitten. Cats are cuter." He nods as she explained the relationship.

"Good for you. Good luck getting back to him or her. As for me..." He nodded to the previously emptied glasses. "I think I've made enough bad decisions for the day, beverage-wise at least. And thankfully this place doesn't let you stay drunk when you leave."

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. She had to remember that in most people's worlds, there was only one kind of animal, not hybrids, It was still a little strange though.

Katara smile4d. "Thanks. I'm hoping I'll see hims sometime soon. Maybe next month? I'm not sure. I'm sure that will bother some people who actually like staying drunk though." Katara thought a moment. "I wonder if I could actually make some of this stuff myself."