CEEEEEELEBRATE GOOD TIMES~

[governorkang]

Several buildings in the City had been completely destroyed during Aang's rampage, but a few had survived relatively unscathed. It had only taken Kang two days to repair the Drunken Dragon; he'd done so by himself, not even waiting for his leg to heal up a bit first.

Usually, he didn't bother lighting any candles or using the fireplace in the tavern unless it was a period when the artificial sun had set. He could see perfectly fine in the dim light. For the celebration, though, he'd thrown the windows open wide, scrounged up every candle he could find, and started up a fire, knowing that human vision wasn't as good as his own. The tables surrounding the stage had been cleaned, as well as the tankards, and the door was propped open. The bozak had even wrestled two of the 60-gallon barrels from the back room into a corner of the main room for easier access, one of cactus juice and one of ale. If more was needed, he was sure he could get someone to help bring out another.

Tess had commandeered the kitchen to make her food, bringing in her own equipment. Kang had been slightly afraid at first that she was going to burn the place down, but nothing had happened yet. She seemed to know what she was doing, even if she'd given him a few scares.

The sunlight glistened on the old sword blade teeth and dinnerplate eyes of the comical-looking wooden dragon grinning above the entrance. Come in, relax, have a drink and a bite to eat!

[OOC note: Both drinks are alcoholic, and the cactus juice has twice the kick of the ale. :D;]

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[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

That amiable, vapid smile takes on a somewhat embarrassed tinge as Jamie follows, much more steadily, to stand beside Sawyer. "Um. I don't...think that phrasing it that way is going to, uh. Endear you to very many women."

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Are you kiddin'?" He flops his arm back around Jamie's shoulders and points around the room. "Look around, compadre. The only competition in here is a giant lizard, some dude without eyes, an alien with the personality of a corpse, a buncha geeks that wouldn't know what to do with a woman if they came with a manual...and Kirk. And believe you me, they all know where he's been. We can't lose."

He paused and looked over at his new buddy.

"Hell, I bet we could even get you some action tonight."

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

Jamie's head swivels to follow Sawyer's point, nodding in complacent agreement, before abruptly snapping back to fix Sawyer with a politely dumbfounded and somewhat disapproving stare.

"I don't - need any 'action' tonight, thanks, so - hey, whaddya mean even me?" His tone is indignant, if belatedly so.

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

Sawyer arches a brow. "How old are you, kid?"

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

Jamie arches one right back, distrustfully. "Eighteen. Why?"

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Ever had a girlfriend?"

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

"Of course I've had a girlfriend," he replies, vastly indignant.

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Got one now?"

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

"...possibly. I mean she's probably still...in existence."

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Well, I guess that settles it," Sawyer replied. Yeah, see how he did that? No more indignation! "No ladies for you! You're a taken man," he added, giving Jamie a couple of firm, friendly slaps on the back as he turned his attention back to the crowd.

"Aiight, so...who first?"

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

This surprises Jamie a little, as he frankly expected the attempted humiliation to stretch on much longer, but he's just as glad that Sawyer is, apparently, only planning to make a jackass out of himself tonight. "Uhhh...all right, then. You have fun with that."

[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

Isaac swivelled on his stool, a mug of frothy, bitter ale in front of him. "Looks like your friend's gonna 'ave a date with lady porcelain before too long."

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

"Yeeeeahhh. Can't say I'd be too surprised 'f that happened," Jamie agreed as he took a seat at the table, content to watch the festivities from here. "This's one'a those things I don't think is gonna end too well for a lotta people, yanno?"

[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

"Relax. It's a pub. Everything'll sort itself out." Because Jabber, this kid looked like he needed it. He had the wide, nervous eyes of someone in a down and dirty establishment for the first time. "Try the cactus juice."

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

"Cactus juice," Jamie repeated dubiously. "What's it like? 's it...juice from an actual cactus?" Because in this kind of place, seriously, who knew?

"Anyway, I didn't think stuff'd...sort itself out very well in pubs. Y'know. Unless brawls and puking count as...sorting. Which'd be a kinda crappy way of sorting."

[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

"It's probably just a name, though it might be distilled, like mezcal...On second thought, try the ale instead. And the food. As for people getting rough, you've just got to duck at the right times." OK, he might have been scaring the kid a bit, but he didn't mean it. He'd drunk in some of New Crobuzon's roughest holes. This was nothing.

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

Jamie considered this for a moment or two, wearing an expression somewhere between deep thought and bewilderment, before shaking his head a bit. "Nnnnaaaaahh, I prob'ly shouldn't. Didn't really come here to get drunk or anything. Just said I'd have a drink with him..." He tried to indicate Sawyer, realized that he was no longer certain of where in the pub his companion had gotten to, and deduced that the man had flitted off elsewhere to continue his drunken whoring. Jamie blinked and shrugged. "...anyway. So I had a drink. 'm good for now. 'specially if people are gonna start fighting," he added with exaggerated emphasis. "Can't 'duck at the right times' if my brain's all fuzzy."

[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

"Then you can hide behind me." Isaac was certainly broad enough to be an effective shield. He was struck suddenly by a near overwhelming urge. This kid needs a girlfriend...Ah, or a boyfriend maybe. Shouldn't make assumptions. Regardless... "Or you can go home, if you don't think the ambience is for you."

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

"Mn. The...'ambiance' i'n't so bad right now," Jamie conceded, folding his arms on the table to lean on them as he surveyed the other tavern patrons. "'f anyone starts flipping over tables or throwing people through windows or something, though, I'm outta here." Nevermind that it was highly unlikely any altercation would get that far around here - Jamie made it a point to plan for the worst. Anything less was pointless optimism, in his opinion.