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[ijustlivehere]

I hate the frakking friend zone, you know? No girl ever seems to see me as anything besides... I don't know, a kid. Or any guy, for that matter, but I'm so afraid of my own bicuriosity that I don't even want to admit it to myself. I'm not that young.
I haven't had a real date that didn't involve a mistaken identity or being used for some ulterior motive since high school, pretty much.
It just freaks me out sometimes, because I'm afraid I'm going to end up alone.

Comments

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

I could totally learn to be less careful.

So, what do you drink not-carefully?

God he's so cute I want to squish him

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She giggles, grinning with the tip of her tongue between her teeth.]

Usually shots with fun names like Pineapple Upside Down Cake, Alabama Slammer, Rootbeer float and my very favorite, chocolate cake.

The mint juleps and beer are for the careful drinking, also known as chasing.

SQUISH AWAY. XD

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow. [He is trying to memorise all of this now.] You know a lot more about this than I do-- I usually just drink beer. I've never even had shots before.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I was in a sorority in college. [Clearly this explains it.] We can drink beer but we need shots too.

[She slides up to the bar but looks back at Neil.] Any beer preference?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Pretty much anything German?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She nods, orders a Becks for Neil and a Blue Moon for her then she orders two chocolate cake shots. The beers come immediately but the shots take a second to mix when they come they're a creamy brown color. The shot glasses have a heavy rim of sugar and there are lemon slices perched on them. Lucy slides one shot over to him. She takes a sip of the beer first.]

Okay, you're going to lick the sugar, slam the shot and then bite the lemon. The whole effect is a really yummy piece of chocolate cake.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil nods, taking all of this in.] Oh. Shots are complicated. [He smiles a little.] Uhmm, okay, so do we count down from three or something?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Not all shots. Some are just chugchug. The really good ones are complicated. Count of three sounds good.

[She picks up her shot glass, takes the lemon off the rim and holds it in her left hand.]

Three

Two

One

[On one, she licks the sugar off the rim of the glass then tosses back the shot then bites down hard on the lemon with a giggle.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Only slightly after the count of three, Neil follows suit. He manages not to choke or spill, but he does bite a little too hard into the lemon and end up with juice on his chin. He laughs as he swipes it away with the back of his hand.]

Nice.

[He flashes Lucy a thumbs-up, then takes a swig of his beer.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy smiles at him, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She nods and then takes a sip of her beer.]

See, shots are fun. And it helps the karaoke go down a little smoother.

['Cause it's kinda bad]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

That's probably true. I'd better not drink too much, though, or I'll sing just as bad as anyone.

[Well, he says that, but his words don't really match up with the way he's guzzling his beer.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Are you kidding? I'm pretty sure karaoke is Japanese for 'bad singing' and I don't even speak conversational Japanese. [She nudges him with her foot and laughs then she leans over and orders two grape sodas, more shots, uncomplicated this time with the added bonus of red bull.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

It actually means 'empty orchestra' but it might as well.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Look at you with the big brains. [The shots come, purple and fizzy. She passes his over.]

This one, you just slam back.

[Neil pumped up on redbull and alcohol sounds like the best idea ever.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil beams at the praise.] Okay, I'll count this time?
One, two, three!

[Neil knocks it back, and he totally recognises the taste of Redbull. He's used that for late-night gaming fuel many times.]
This totally has Redbull in it! Awesome.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy slams hers back and laughs] It does. It's called a grape soda and it has grape schnapps and Redbull in it.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

I like that. They should totally serve these at Soul Calibur tournaments.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

After three or four of them, the tournaments might get sloppy.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Truuuuue. At least we'd stay awake. [He nods mock-sagely, then keeps drinking his beer like it's going out of fashion.] I miss those tournaments, oh man. I used to kick so much ass.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

You should throw one here. [Lucy takes a sip of her beer. She's pacing herself. She knows there are more shots coming.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Now that is a totally ace idea. But only if you'd come.

[...Neil, on the other hand, has no clue about pacing. Which could prove at least mildly hilarious.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Duh. Dressed as one of the Soul Caliber girls. Every function needs a cheerleader slash hostess.

[She drinks another sip of beer and orders two Sweet Tarts: another Redbull shot.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Heck yes! You would totally make a kickass Sophitia. [He doesn't bother to hide his grin as he imagines it.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She giggles at that.] I have no idea which one she is. You'd have to supervise costume buying. [Lucy loves playing dress up. Literally. She has a slave Leia costume she occasionally wears. The shots come and Lucy slides one over to Neil. The poor guy is never going to sleep again.]

This is another one you just toss back. I'll count this time.

Three

Two

One

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil slams down the glass a little hard after that one, so he's clearly starting to feel something.]

I could so do that. Oh, uh, how many of these things is it normal to drink, by the way?