Drink Like a Man

[Cesare Borgia]

(July 19th. Open to all boys!)

Cesare stared at the bottle before him. They wouldn't serve him wine. When he asked what he should have the man placed this bottle down in front of him. A bottle of beer, he called it.

What in the Holy Father's name was this?

He would have preferred a nice Italian wine to this bread tasting common drink but it was there in front of him and he had paid for it. She there he sat, making a face every time he brought the bottle to his lips.

He'd been to the mall early that day and bought this thing called a 'T-shirt' and a pair of paints called 'jeans'. Ugh, what terrible contraptions these 'jeans' were. Tight and very uncomfortable. He'd refused to wear them this night so there he stood, at the bar and out of place in a pair of black pants, a navy blue shirt with strings tying up the front and a pair of his favorite boots. At least it wasn't the red robes he wore as a Cardinal.

[james]

James hadn't cared all that much about where he was going to sit when he'd talked into the bar. In fact, the blue-haired man had been thinking about nothing even relating to his location. His mind had been on how he had attempted to spend time with Jessie at the beach and how it had blown up in his face the instant that Pikachu had appeared. What had he even been thinking when he'd seen that rodent? Well, the long and the short of it was that things had gotten out of hand and the day (which had been several days ago in reality) had been for naught. Since then he hadn't seen Jessie. Or Meowth. Maybe it was better that way. By that point they both probably thought he was a complete bafoon anyway.

"Some trip this has turned out to be. All I've done is succeed in making myself look like a complete and utter moron." James grumbled. His head went to rest against his hands, which were resting on the table, and a low sigh escaped him. James wasn't having a good time. They said nights in bars were supposed to cheer people up. So far, though, he wasn't seeing how that was even possible.

[Cesare Borgia]

Blue...hair? What was happening in this world? Blue hair, talking dogs, it all seemed so strange to the curly haired youth. He paused, turning to James and frowning. The guy looked down. Cesare wasn't usually one to befriend males but this chap looked right upset. He placed the beer down and inched his bar stool closer to James. He held out a hand.

"Cesare," he said with a soft smile, "Might I help you with something? You sound down."

[John Silver]

Ah beer yes the one of many things Silver was fond of tipping his head back the ursid takes a swig from the bottle "what troubles ye lad?" Silver's gazes shifts to the downtrodden James the older man's eyes narrow in concer for his bar mate. He takes another sip from his beer bottle setting it down with a clattering noise.

[Sasha]

Sasha rested his head in one hand, an elbow propped up on the bar while another one absent-mindedly fiddled with a bottle of beer, the German's eyes remaining on the table whereas his thoughts were elsewhere. He wasn't allowed any wine, or even Vodka as of yet, something he needed at the moment. Nor could he smoke, despite the attempts to explain telekinesis and aerokinesis to the clueless bartender.

Sasha frowned and let a low sign escape him, eyes turning towards the low quality beer in his free hand and muttered a few choice german curses before taking a swig of the drink and resisting the urge to shudder at the liquid as he swallowed and set the bottle down again. At this point, he didn't really care that he could hear, much less feel the thoughts and feelings, to a small degree, of any others around him. At least it was somewhat quieter than inside the Mansion, something he was glad for.

Just what the hell was he thinking, accepting Truman's offer to bring two case files with him to work on while taking 'a few weeks off'? Especially the two absolute worst ones, the ones that had months, nearly seven years worth of Data in them, in manilla folders that were practically covered in rubber bands to keep all of the information together? Oh, right. Truman Zanotto was his Boss, and like a Boss, he knew that Sasha Nein wouldn't turn down an offer to work on a case, being the workaholic that said German was. He was glad his glasses were transitions for a reason.

Said German lifted his head as a few voices registered in his mind. It looked as though a blue-haired male looked down about something and the other two were going to assist him. Sasha said nothing but gave a nudge of his head as a silent gesture for the other guy to join them. While the German wasn't very social, helping others with their mental problems was in his job description. Though he wouldn't be lending in a few choice words or two for the sake of his job, in truth he just felt like helping someone out.

[james]

"It's complicated." was James' immediate response. He didn't think either of the guys that had spoken would understand what went on with him and Team Rocket in general, or know what Pokemon were, so he didn't immediately want to explain the situation with Pikachu. He decided instead to keep the explanation short, sweet, and to the point. "What it all comes down to is I thought I could impress someone by seizing this opportunity that came up, but instead I just made myself look like a fool. So here I am, trying to forget about it." he explained.

Finally James looked up to get a better look at the two conversing with him, but he made no comment on their appearances. Cesare appeared nice enough, but he didn't know what to make of Silver. He would have preferred if it was just one person asking if he was okay rather than two, but what could he do? They probably wouldn't leave him alone if he asked them to. Could he blame them, though? He must have looked as miserable as he felt.

[Sasha]

Sasha watched the blue-haired man for a moment before giving a small shake of his head. "I wouldn't forget, if I were you." He muttered, deciding to give a comment or two. The German made an educated guess about as to what the younger male was trying to impress, mostly based on where they were and the Island's purpose, though he wasn't exactly sure.

"I would not worry too much on the matter. A bad experience, a flaw, in truth it is all one learning experience after another. This may sound cliche, but If you forget it, why bother learning from a mistake?" He said, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "The point of life is to learn, after all."

[Falco]

Falco was pissed off at the bartender. All this bar had was beer, and not even the good kind. Falco is used to drinking crappy beer but that doesn't mean he likes drinking it. Falco looked around the bar and saw a blue-haired man, a cyborg, and an odd looking one. Falco only noticed a fourth guy when he talked. The fourth guy looked like a secret agent. Falco went over to the secret agent looking guy and asked, "Hey what's going on?"

[Sasha]

Sasha glanced up as another voice addressed him. It appeared to be some sort of Anthropomorphic bird in a pilot's outfit, though with him being here as long as he had, the fact that the bird was talking didn't really shock him much. Then again, it took a lot to shock Agent Nein these days. He gestured with a hand over to the other three males at his left. "The blue-haired guy made a fool of himself, no offense, and I was just giving my input on the matter."
He replied, taking another sip of his beer, grimaced at the bottle and placed it back down, deciding to try and forget it. Horrible imitation beer, at best.

[Wanderer]

Wanderer sat atop of the table counter, away from the others. Because of his status as a duck, he had been wary of consuming human drinks, and with his skeptism high, decided not to indulge himself like the other males.

He saw the curly haired and blue-haired humans, an older man, a bird just like himself dressed in human clothing, and Sasha. While the former Guard Duck did want to approach him, the mysterious mallard still felt strange around humans, so all he did was keep watching.

[Cesare Borgia]

"Ah. Women troubles. Hm."

Cesare tipped back the beer, made a face and placed the bottle down again. The bartender glared at him and Cesare glared back. The Borgia turned his attention back to James and his woman problems. He smiled. "My friend, women tend to forget as fast as anything. I'm sure your girl has forgotten all about it by now. Whatever it is you did." Out of the corner of his eye he glared at Silver. What a monster worthy of tales he'd tell his sister to get her to sleep. He frowned slightly before turning back to the James. Placing a palm on the man's shoulder he patted it lightly.

"I'm sure you will be fine," he said, "I have faith."

[John Silver]

Silver takes a sip from his bottle again setting it down just in time to catch the glare throw at him by Cesare. "sir?" the ursid grunts out wondering what he did to annoy the other man. Silver let's out a sigh before walking over to the counter beer in hand and takes a seat a few feet way from Wanderer and the others. "never knew ducks were the drinking type?" he chuckles

[Wanderer]

The ex Guard Duck looked at Silver as he sat beside him. Because it was in his harden nature, he preferred be alone, but he didn't really mind too much.

He gave a small grin at Silver's statement, lightheartedly enjoying the joke. "Were usually not." he replied. A bit interested in his robotic parts. Being a duck from the Korean countryside, Wanderer hardly knew anything about human techology.

[John Silver]

"heh I'd though as much" silver said, "so why are ye 'ere in this bar then?" he tilts his head back finishing the beer bottle and sets it on the table. "I'm John Silver by the way" a smirks appearces on his lips "who might you be?"

[james]

Jun 7, 2012 9:38:01 GMT -5 Cesare Borgia said:

"Ah. Women troubles. Hm."

Cesare tipped back the beer, made a face and placed the bottle down again. The bartender glared at him and Cesare glared back. The Borgia turned his attention back to James and his woman problems. He smiled. "My friend, women tend to forget as fast as anything. I'm sure your girl has forgotten all about it by now. Whatever it is you did." Out of the corner of his eye he glared at Silver. What a monster worthy of tales he'd tell his sister to get her to sleep. He frowned slightly before turning back to the James. Placing a palm on the man's shoulder he patted it lightly.

"I'm sure you will be fine," he said, "I have faith."

Well... this did seem true. Jessie would forget how stupid he had been sooner or later, and he had been avoiding her recently even if that hadn't initially been his intention. It had just worked out like that. So, by the sound of things, everything would indeed be okay in time. At least according to Cesare. The man was at least doing a good job of making James feel better about the situation at hand.

"Thanks. You're probably right about that." he finally let a weak little smile grace his face and laughed softly. No one could remember everything forever. It was just a matter of when Jessie actually forgot how stupid the whole thing had been. Until then, he would just have to stop worrying about it.

"Oh... I never did introduce myself, did I? Jeez, I really am having an off day. I'm James." he finally said. How like him it was to forget that part. Cesare had introduced himself before the conversation even really got underway, but he'd been so wrapped up in how stupid he felt that he'd neglected to do the same. Inwardly he was kicking himself for that. But it was already done. Now they just needed to move on and take the conversation in a new direction.