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April did not have a power, but it was possible - just possible - from the way that Tino couldn't stop criticizing her clothes that he had picked one up today.

"Dude, are you screwing the girl from that clothes store now or something?" she asked finally when he started in on how boots and skirts were a precarious combination but one she managed to pull off. "Go away. Or pour me a drink or something."

To Tino's credit, he tried, but ended up with booze all over his clothes. That at least was entertaining, and now April could laugh at him instead of listening to his rambling. Much better.

[[fun fact: this is my first time posting after

nookiepowered! do i get a medal?]]

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SATURDAY NIGHT RENNER IS ON I AM JUST SAYING

My favorite Tumblr post of the weekend:

Edited 2012-11-18 02:12 (UTC)

After a day like today, Karla needed a stiff drink. One Hell of a stiff drink. Multiple stiff drinks, in fact. And so it was off to Caritas because ~~my other character is already macking on Bo~~ it served minors, trying to ignore the complete and utter blankness that was her surroundings.

Karla looked at the offerings behind the bar and nodded to herself. "Whiskey, straight," she demanded. "Hold the glass."

April whistled, and passed over a bottle.

"I hope you know you ruined my dreams of making this guy spill all over himself all night," April told Karla.

"And I'll have something twice as strong as what she's having," Warren decided, sitting down beside Karla with a sudden whump, lacking anything resembling grace or coordination. He felt like his limbs had been filled with lead. He could get totally smashed and flop around the bar if he wanted to.

He was a Worthington, damn it.

Well, either there were island shenanigans going on today or some serious drama was going on with the students. April hadn't noticed anything islandy, so she figured it was probably the former.

"Is neon-colored stuff acceptable?" Hey, when she was given free rein to serve whatever, she was going to opt for stuff that looked corrosive.

"If it looks like you could pour it on the counter and watch it melt, all the better," Warren decided. "I need something that'll actually stick."

Stupid healing factor, treating alcohol like a poison that needed to be neutralized. Made it difficult to get drunk.

When Rinoa sauntered into the bar -- several hours after she and Squall had decided the smart course of action would be to go find others and see what was going on -- a few things were apparent right away.

A) She was wearing a men's suit.
B) She was wearing the hell out of the suit. It was like it had been made especially for her, tailored within an inch of its life to make her look completely phenomenal.
C) Rinoa seemed ... punchy. Like maybe she'd started her drinking early.
D) That C didn't make her look any less amazing, just FYI.

Rinoa, in fact, hadn't had a drink all day. And she really needed some food. Or just some alcohol. And then, back to the hotel.

Right, and sooner or later she and Squall were going to solve the mystery of the -- the -- who cared? Something.

"Pour me something that's all girly," she said, plopping herself down at the bar with a radiant sigh. "Oh! And is there food? I mean, can we have some? I need food."

Seriously.

Well, whatever the orange booze was in that bottle, it looked like it would do the trick. The label was also pretty intimidating, with a picture of what looked like a pirate passed out on a couch.

So.

"All yours," she said, sliding it across the bar.

Then she paused and squinted at the bottle. "That pirate look dead to you?"

"If he is, then this should almost be strong enough," Warren decided. "There are worse things to worry about than what they've decorated the bottle with, you know."

Like his wiiiings.

"There's, like... beer nuts," April said, turning around to grab some bottles (http://www.lovelyish.com/729129835/the-ultimate-girly-drink-a-barbie-shot/). So not really, Rinoa, no. "Nice tie."

Right, Warren, April was trying not to be entertained by your emo teenage pain, but it was haaaard, especially not knowing the context. "You just get dumped or something?"

At the sound of Rinoa's voice, Karla looked up, ready to blast in about how horrible her day was.

And then she noticed the suit. Her mouth opened, but there was no bitching coming out of it. Nope. But there was something awesome that needed to be said in its place.

"She should look wack but wit dat ass. /Girl is hot, that ain't no sass./ I said, 'Mama, you wanna get' wit' me?' /She said, 'Nah, girl, Squall aint' freakay!'/ I said, 'Damn, cause that suit be fine.' / She said, 'Aww, yeah, baby get in line!'"

You're welcome, Rinoa. You just got a Karla special!

...She needed to drink more now.

Squall staggered in after her, with a big grin on his face that did nothing to hide the haggard exhaustion he felt. "Nothing alcoholic," he insisted. "Water. Maybe Gatorade. And a steak."

"Don't worry," Karla muttered sourly. "I'll be making it up in entertainment value sooner than you might think."

Karla had no illusions about how this was going to work. Her only chance was to drink as much as she could as hard as she could and hope that that alcohol would knock her out before she humiliated herself too badly.

Karla just made a face at him. Not having psychic senses was pretty on par with not having wings, she thought! "I am not lugging your ass back to the hotel tonight," she warned, leaving off the word 'heavy' by sheer force of will.

Could he even carry her anymore? She wasn't sure!

Whether it was her new special power or the fact that by this point Karla had chugged back an impressive amount of hard liquor, she was determined to get the party started in here.

And so, up to the stage she went to karaoke the heck out of most of their catalogue, starting, appropriately with..."I'm Sexy and I Know It."

...Were you expecting another title?

Her dance moves were killer and if there was indeed going to be a party in here, Karla's song would start it.

LOOK, HE JUST HATES STAIRS, OKAY?

"Thanks, it's his," Rinoa said, taking the pink concoction from April with a bright smile. "I just put it on today and it fit me, for no real reason. Is something weird going on? Like, magic dampening?"

This was totally normal conversation, if you were Rinoa. More or less.

Karla! Rinoa waved brightly.

"Are you a poet now?" Rinoa asked. "I can't find my magic."

Like it was a toy she'd misplaced. Except -- except the reality of it was slowly seeping out to her. Who was she, if she wasn't the Sorceress any more?

She wasn't sure if she should be elated or distraught.

First, she'd probably have a lot more sex. A lot.

"Flaily drunk?" April guessed, perking up a little.

"I have no fucking clue," April said mildly. "I figured you kids were all just being dramatic about something dumb."

Charming, April.

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