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[ Wichita is not. a happy. camper. and it's very obvious by her tone, the fact that this is a voice transmission instead of a video and the fact that she hasn't left the bar since she got there earlier today.

in fact, a note to all you Space Babylon regulars, the doors to the bar have been locked ( by her ) and there's no music coming from inside it either. just normal, boring silence. on the transmission, you can probably hear the slosh of booze inside of a near empty bottle ( it was nearly empty when she got here, mind. some of the bottles stopped refilling themselves each jump. isn't that great? ) and the smack of her lips once she finishes her sip before she starts talking ]

To everyone that was fr- that knew Brian Kinney, crew member 006 » 033, I've got some bad news. Or good news, if you're an optimist, which I'm not. He went home last jump. Went to sleep here, woke up not-here.

Which I guess puts me in charge of the bar.

[ hence the doors being locked and the general 'fuck off' vibe of the place ]

Are there any bartenders on board that wouldn't mind working for free? 'Work' is a loose term, I mostly just sit around drinking with people whenever I'm here. Or if anybody wants to.. be here regularly and help make sure it doesn't turn into a crapfest, let me know. Assholes need not apply. [ because nobody will ever be a better asshole than Brian. ..wait, ew. she takes another sip, and only cuts herself off when she hears the tell-tale 'whoa whoa whoa!' of her mini Wall-E bumping into something in the near-dark. ]

Did your light go out again, bud? [ the one she fashioned onto his front in case the power went ut again. or, in the case, when Wichita decides she can't deal with colored strobe lights guiding the little cleaning bot's path ] Here, c'mere- [ aaaand the feed cuts ]

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Aaah, shush. I am not that much older than you, cut that out. Ya ninny.

[ god, she sounds like Neal. well, like how Neal used to sound. nnh. ]

Well yeah, slow dancing is just hugging and swaying at the same time, that's not bar dancing. I can show you how. [ uh, maybe. she showed Jack Kelly how to dance ( another friend that got sent home, where'd that bottle go- ), but she's not sure the same tactic would be kosher with Flipper. maybe she doesn't want her little bro to learn to dance.. ] It's like what you wanna do when you hear a good song in the car, but you can't cause.. you're in the car. But the need to boogie is within all of us, kid. Just gotta let it- boogie.

[ good sentence. keep drinking, drunky. ]

It's not as easy as it looks. [ what is? and he's going to politely not bring up that Annabeth had to punch him in lieu of his confusion in who to ask to dance. he made it up to her! gods. but sniffle sniffle whine whine, Wichita has this idea that bar dancing is a new monster the likes of which he can be taught to master. shows what she knows. ] You can nod your head in a car.

[ yes, he's a boy. a dumb boy. and he's not getting or feeling the need to boogie. ]

Yeahyeahyeah. Nodding is where it starts. And then moves to your shoulders, and then your arms, and then your hips, and it's practically a science. When you hear a good song, you dance to it. It is easy if you don't think about it too much.

From one awkward white person to another, I can tell for sure, we can dance. As long as you're not a goob about it. [ sip ] Don't be a goober.

And you do the hokey-pokey and turn yourself around? [ she started it. she was listing body parts. ] Okay, but if it were a science, wouldn't you have to think about it?

[ .....look, he talks to his girlfriend a lot. it rubs off. ]

White people can dance. Goobers can't. [ WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO??? without the judging and with a chuckle, ] How drunk are you?

[ if she starts singing the hokey pokey song, he'll have his answer. or maybe not. this is Wichita, after all. she's always been willing to do what other people would be embarrassed to be seen or heard doing. ]

That's what it's all about.

[ said all cool and nonchalant, like it wasn't the most cliche thing in the world to finish with. she 'mhmm's through her sip when he repeats the golden rule - white people can dance, goobers can't - but then she's scrunching her nose at the communicator, which might be apparent in her tone, but probably not. ]

M'not that drunk. I'm pleasantly buzzed.

[ she almost wants to throw things into perspective, ask him to picture this, but she also really doesn't want to do that, because she knows he will. she'll tell him to imagine getting comfortable with something ( someone ) falling into a routine, a norm, and then losing that something ( someone ) without any warning, and no chance to say 'hey, it's been fun' or anything at all. she doesn't say all that because she knows he'll feel it. and she kinda hates that. so she'll brood and buzz on her own this time. ]

It's the kind of science you don't think about. Like how your heart beats and your lungs breathe. Music plays and your body responds. And even if it feels stupid.. Fuck it, right? [ no regrets ]

[ he almost objects. c'mon i didn't mean it that way. but it's too late and out of his mouth. for some reason, Wichita and drinking doesn't bother him. probably because she's never treated him badly. she's pushed his buttons a few times but so what? friends do that. they test their limits. gods knows there isn't a girl he has a friendship with that he hasn't butted heads with at some point. it's a given.

language!!! ] Instinct. You're comparing dancing to instinct. [ and don't most of his instincts feel stupid before he's sure they can be accomplished? they always pan out. ] When you put it that way, I can understand why people dance. And how. And why I'm never the only one that looks like a mess out on the floor.

[ perception is nothing really, from strangers. when a friend is down. so. ]

Feel like company?

[ she should say no. she's been telling everybody else no. ]

I wouldn't hate it.

[but turning Percy away almost feels like wanting to turn Little Rock away, which makes no sense. so she doesn't. ]

Can't promise I'll be awesome company right now, though.

Company's company. [ great use of words. repetition, uh-huh. works for some people. ] Besides, I can be awesome enough for both of us.

[ and he's bringing the whole gang to help with the ~ a w e s o m e ~ okay, don't be angry. ]

Company's company? Well, that's.. accurate. [ oh flipper you're the weirdest ] That's fine then. I guess if you're going to keep up the awesome quota, I can't exactly argue.

Beggars can't be choosers. That's what I meant. [ blood is blood, friends are friends regardless of what mood they're in. whether someone wants you around or is in the mood for people, sometimes.. that's precisely what they need. ] You could but I'm pretty persistent. I won't quit.

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