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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[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

"Space only blows if there's a particle wind involved," Meluly interrupts after a long moment.

She'd heard that shout from way out in the hall connecting Sensorium pods, and couldn't help but investigate.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen was already moving on to bourbon, grumbling. "Nope. It definitely blows. And this ship is STUPID." He sips at this one, you just don't gulp good bourbon after all.

"Stinking stupid ship breaking up my bro-hood and taking my girl from before she met me..." He grumbles indignantly.

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Luly gives a minute for that to percolate as she steps inside, mildly adjusting the way the red wrap she wears hangs on her shoulders. The bar's not bad--doesn't quite compare to the officer's pool she's used to, but, then, little does, particularly with how well her homeland treats its star pilots.

As she gets a rough idea of what Owen means by the 'my girl' part of the comment, she makes an 'eugh' face. "Who's your girl?" she asks lightly, leaning over the bar to peer behind it. (This does nice things to her legs, even bare only from just above the knees.)

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen appreciates your narration, but as he's behind the bar, doesn't get the full benefit.

"Supergirl." He puts a bottle of cuervo on the bar for easy access, then walks out from behind it.

Okay, now he can appreciate it, at least in passing. (He's upset, not dead, after all.) He settles himself down on a stool next to her.

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Well, see? More narration can never hurt, especially when it focuses on the attratcive qualities of an exotic woman like Meluly.

She fishes herself a glass, pouring a shot from the bottle. "That's quite the description." She didn't actually realize that as a proper (nick)name.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"Well yeah, I mean she-- Oh.." He gives her the once over finally. Not bad, but he's still too freshly kicked in the gut to flirt.

"Lemme guess, not from the Earth with the Titans and the Justice League? Cuz when I say 'Supergirl', I actually mean it. That's what she goes by. Big damn hero and all."

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

The woman shakes her head. "Can't say I ever heard of them. Sounds kind of overblown for a callsign or something, though..." This from a woman with a mech named after an apocryphal angel. She downs the shot, eyes twisting in a funny way. (Too long without proper exposure to alcohol.)

She's got an interesting tinge of an accent. A little Indian-sounding, almost.

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Passing by, Luke heard yelling from one of the Sensoriums, and turned aside from his path to investigate. It seemed a little odd to invade someone else's construct, but he wanted to make sure there wasn't any trouble and someone wasn't getting hurt.

"What's wrong with space?" he asked.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"Trust me, if you'd seen what she and the other 'Supers' can do, you'd get it." Owen replies, complete with finger quotes, before pouring out a line of shots.

"Least this place makes a decent brew, for all the headaches it causes..."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen, one drinking partner down already, and multiple shots in, was a little tipsy.

"I'll tell ya what's wrong with outer space! S'got no damn r'spect for established relationships! Big... st-stupid SHIP took my girlfriend from before she met me, now she's met someone HERE!"

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but there's the headaches it doesn't cause," Luly points out. "It's just not right if you can't get a really awful hangover after." She downs another shot. "I heard something about somebody with an actual still, though..."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen blinked at her. "You don't get hangovers from this stuff? How's that work?"

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Luke leaned against the bar, wondering idly if they'd serve drinks from his world. He didn't think so, and in any case, he wouldn't really have sipped from it anyway. The last time he had anything to drink... well, it was a long time ago.

"She probably didn't think she'd ever see you again," he said. "I'm sorry, though."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"No. Dude. No. No. Dude." Owen shakes his head vigorously and downs the shot still in his hand. "AAAAHHH...." He wipes his mouth. "Lousy ship took her from BEFORE. It's her, but from... like... like.." He puts a finger on the bar's countertop.

"Here's where I met her, and then there's where I was before I woke up in the meatpod. Then, here's where SHE was before the meatpod." He points to appropriate measures along an imagined timeline.

He then stares intently at his finger, before sucking the bit of spilled tequila off it.

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Luly shrugs. "It's all... in your head, I guess. Any buzz goes away the second you step outside, too." She makes a frowny pouty expression.

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Luke nodded, mostly comprehending. "Well, do you think moping about in bars is going to help you?" he said. "It's all right to be upset, but it won't get you very far, will it?" Still, he reached out and touched Owen on the shoulder, smiling. "Must be difficult though."

[madebymagic.livejournal.com]

"Space isn't all that bad..." He had heard the grumbling as he wondered towards the sensoriums, and his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He didn't really get why someone would be upset about this place.

"Sure there's a lack for things to do, and some of my friends are missing. Not to mention my brother. But look around, this place can be anything you want. Or anyone." He smiled a bit. "Even if that last part's a bit creepy, and I don't recommend doing it when people can just walk in."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen blinked at the amount of alcohol he'd gone through so far.

"Might have to put that to use..." He blinked again, slowly.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen mumbles, holding his next shot but not downing it yet.

"Maybe it'll help just for a little while?" He looks at Luke poutingly.

"It's BRUTAL. We're talking zapped with force-lightning by Palpatine or Dooku brutal."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen had already popped out, then back in, to reset his liver for the time being, and was pouring mixers this time. He needed somthing tastier. He looked up and listened to the new arrival, before letting out a little bit of a bemused snort at the end.

"Yeah... really creepy. Might want to work on your phrasing there kiddo." He roots around under the bar and pulls out a few cans of various sodas. "Something 'soft' for you?"

[madebymagic.livejournal.com]

"No thank you. I can make my own drink if I needed it." He really didn't want to know what the meatship made the drinks out of. And he was hoping no one noticed him not eating with everyone else. That was the last thing he really needed.

"So why the bar scene? If you don't mind me asking."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"A woman." Owen replies flatly, topping off a hardened Arnold Palmer with a cherry, before taking a sip. "Mm. Not bad."

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Luke thought for certain that Owen had never been zapped by Force lightning from either Sith, but in this state he wasn't going to argue with the distraught young man. "Maybe it will," he said, and gestured that he wanted a drink. One was placed in front of him, but he simply wrapped his fingers around it and didn't drink from it.

"Just don't get too far gone," Luke continued.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"Yeah well, as I hear it, booze doesn't stay with ya outside the sensoriums; and this place is still way too freaky for me to do anything too risky." Owen shrugs, sipping his drink.

[madebymagic.livejournal.com]

"Isn't it always?" He shook his head and took a seat at the bar. "That's why I stick to guys. Less headaches."