2011-03-19 - Doubtless for Sodomy

Saint Patrick's Day was nominally a day of piety and self-reflection for countless deniziens of the Emerald Isle.

For most of them, however (and the rest of the world at large), it was an thinly veiled excuse to get blitzed out of one's mind.

Somewhere in a secret base under the ocean or beneath a field of shamrocks or whatever was the Argama, docked for inscrutable reasons. A poorly-constructed paper mache mannequin laid in Camille Bidan's bed clutching a taped recording of various..uh..sounds designed to make sure no one of authority wanted to get anywhere near his bunk.

Meanwhile the real deal strolled freely in the festive streets of Dublin, having made a point of calling all his friends (READ: People with nothing better to do) to form up a regular party posse that fits in well enough with the varied crowd come to celebrate all that is quintiessentially Irish.

Their sojourn stopped in front of a relatively polished, large-seeming bar whose tacky neon sign reading NEO TRIPLE CROWN PUB seemed somewhat at odds with the rest of the joint.

"Hm." Camille scratched his chin thoughtfully, and spoke words that would have greater consequence than anyone realized, "This seems like a good place!"

NOTE: The Neo Triple Crown Pub is the most popular bar in Ireland today.

DOUBLE NOTE: Everyone who is anyone is there.

TRIPLE NOTE: It's a frequent hangout for off-duty military, DC sleeper agents and soldiers of fortune.

Approximately five seconds later Camille was slamming back a mug of green something and leaving a crappy tip, "Man, how did I ever think this stuff was bad?!"

By pure coincidence, Naoto Tsukioka of Tsukioka Industries picked this day to go to this pub. There is only one thing on his mind here: Getting hammered out of his skull. In his free time over the last two years, he has been practicing with every kind of alcohol he could find, building up a resistance so he could go out and drink with friends without embarrassing himself. This will be his final test of character, the day he will prove that he is a man! After one shot, he's out cold. Attempts to rouse him meet with failure. Feel free to draw on his face.

Johnny Ridden's first thought, when Camille Bidan invited him out to go drinking to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, was surprise that Captain Bright was allowing the teenager - and, presumably, others - to do so.

His second thought was the realization that Captain Bright probably /wasn't/ allowing it, which would be why he received his notice via private call instead of some sort of shipwide bulletin of a celebration.

His /third/ thought was the grim resignation that he's going to have to go just to play chaperone and make sure no one gets hurt or does something so stupid it can't be recovered from.

Which is why, as Camille slaps his tip down, Johnny steps up beside him, having lagged behind to hang up his coat. "Pace yourself, Camille," he advises, as he flags down the bartender. "You ate something before we left, right? Like I mentioned?"

SINCE LAST TIME...

Things had gone from bad to worse. 'Lin', the rescued framerunner currently under the care of the Argama, had grown distressingly worse due to the effects of metatron withdrawls, to the point that Doctor Hassan had to make a decision. So, rather than risk the mental and physical effects of the girl going 'cold turkey', he had convinced some of the higher ups that it was in their best interest to allow the pilot supervised visitation. As worrisome as the decision had been, it proved the right one, as the symptoms subsided, leaving the framerunner far more herself than she's felt since her arrival.

QUATRE TO THE 'RESCUE'?

In addition to this, the white-haired framerunner has also been seen in the company of one Quatre Raberba Winner, who seems to have decided that she is his new 'pet project'. Afterall, rehabilitating someone who may have been a former enemy - that's just the perfect way to show that there is good in everyone! His good opinion has rubbed off a little bit on some of the rest of the crew, although some still are a bit skeptical. So, as soon as the Argama had docked on Earth, Quatre got permission and dragged Lin out for one of his favorite activities: Shopping!

QUEUE OBLIGITORY FASHION MONTAGE

Stepping out from behind the curtain, Lin is dressed in head-to-toe leather, looking like she stepped out of a biker bar, including the tallest boots known to man. "Really?" She asks, squeeking as she walks. "It looks awesome on you!" Quatre seems quite enthusiastic.

"This one isn't bad." Lin, again, this time in an elegant blue dress that clings to her curves and seems to bring out the color of both her eyes and the tatoos on her arms.

"That one is perfect!" The store manager this time, as Lin steps out wearing next to nothing in some skimpy frilly thing just shy of lingerie. Causing both Quatre and Lin to give a firm, "No!" In unison.

The fashions start coming faster and faster, some of them more mundane, some outlandish. Jeans and a t-shirt. A mini-skirt and tank top. A french maid outfit. A set of pajamas. A goth lolita costume. A cop outfit, complete with handcuffs. WHUT? The outfits come faster and faster until they become a blur, ending with a scene of a couple of the hangar crew hauling a trunk full of clothing onto the Argama.

"Since when do we buy the enemy a new wardrobe and help them move in?" One grunts to the other.

NOW...

Luckily the worst of the outfits stay in that trunk, and Lin remains far more conservatively dressed for the evening. Fashionable jeans, with a low-cut top that leaves just a small view of her belly, covered by sleeveless hoodie which is drawn up to cover most of her hair. She had been a prisoner all too recently of Acemos, so it isn't too surprising that she isn't interested in drawing too much attention to herself.

After having managed to gain a table in the already crowded bar, Lin is sitting up against the wall, leaving space next to her as she waits for her 'friend' and keeper for the evening to return. Quatre had said he'd get them some refreshments, so now it was just a matter of waiting. Still, the young runner can't help but look at the throngs of people with the curious eyes of someone new to the world, finding it all fascinating. For the first time, there is a more relaxed smile on her face - mostly because for the first time in a while, she didn't feel like a prisoner, or as if her body were going to shake itself loose. Maybe today would be a good day.

FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO

Camille Bidan conspiratorially put his arm around Heero Yuy and grinned. "No, man, this is totally going to work. No one's going to check up on you. You're Heero freaking Yuy. They'll all think they're gonna get shot if they walk in."

Heero looks back towards Camille with a blank look and mutters hesitantly, "Well, if you say so..."

TEN MINUTES AGO

The door to Heero Yuy's room echoes with the monotonous voice of its owner:

"Oh. I feel so bad. I am going to throw up. Oof. Oh. I feel so bad. I am going to throw up. Oof. Oh..."

An elaborate device with a swing arm complete with cartoonish chaffeur glove pressing the 'play' and 'rewind' button on a tape deck might or might not be sitting on his bed.

FIVE MINUTES AGO

Heero Yuy is walking the streets with Camille Bidan, staring up towards the immense number of people assembled here having a lot of sloshy fun. This was remarkably foreign to him; he'd been sloshed on a number of occasions, sure, like the end of the Balmarian War, but to see an entire town essentially get off their keisters like this?

"I don't think this is a good idea, Camill--" and gets yanked in along with the posse to the NEO TRIPLE CROWN.

ONE MINUTE AGO

Heero sits opposite Camille, hesitantly watching the blue-haired teen knock down a gigantic mug of what seemed to be green and mean. He has to be alert here. What could go down with so many Katharon operatives in one place? A well-timed ambush could take them all out. Was there intel and scouting on them at this very moment? Reconnaisance was not an impossibility, and the Argama was possibly in-sighting--

A barmaid slams down a big, frothy mug of the good green stuff in front of him.

NOW

Heero Yuy is /giggling/ like a schoolgirl, a tipped-over and empty mug of previously green stuff rolling back and forth on the table in front of him. His cheeks rosy red as he claps his hands together and squeals, "Oh, this /is/ so much fun! Hahaha!"

"It'll be fun, Cap'n. Trust me!" Koji Kabuto smooths things over with one of his many superiors as he steps through the door of the Neo Triple Crown. Off-duty, the young Ensign has taken to a pair of jeans and a crimson T-shirt with the black silhouette of a masked man wearing a beret staring intently ahead. Beneath the silhouette is a simple caption that reads 'CHAR WAS RIGHT.'

The Japanese just steal the worst parts of everyone else's culture.

ELSEWHERE

"Are you sure letting Camille and Heero have free run all over the city is such a good idea, Bright?" Mirai asks as she begins sliding the strap of her lacy negligee down her shoulder. "There's an awful lot of places for those boys to get into trouble.

Admiral Bright Noa seems to be a little too preoccupied with getting his pants off to seem bothered by this. "Mirai, I haven't seen you in months. Let's talk about something else.."

"Well," Mirai smirks. "My mother called the other day.."

"/Something other than Camille, Heero, and your mother/," Bright grunts.

HERE

Over such a politically striking shirt, Koji has his EFA bomber-jacket with a pair of mirrored aviators hanging over the left breast pocket. Its leather sleeves have been rolled up just past his elbows. "We'll have a couple drinks. You can meet my friend. He fought in the Balmar war. I think he said he'd roll in tonight with some of his crew," Koji glances back as he explains all this to one Captain Jung Freud of the Autonomous Peacekeeping Force known as A-LAWS. Yeah, he's still trying to get into those pants.

..and yeah, he tends to forget that some of his friends are wanted frickin' legit-ass terrorists.

Already in the Neo Triple Crown is Divada Kirador. She'd been there for a couple of hours and was nursing some really really ugly green liquid in a large mug. She had her legs crossed in a lady-like fashion as she sat in the corner of the bar, blissfully watching a TV nearby. She didn't really want to be too horribly bothered that she was sitting on her own in a booth in a bar with a snot green beer. She was wearing her usual attire, chuckling only a little bit since her alcohol tolerance was really high, though she didn't drink.

Jung Freud, despite a cross her mother gave her, is not any real sort of a Christian. However, she IS Russian, and what are Russians famous for?

Other than the political violence and the cold and the grim despair-laden literature and nuclear accidents and the Giganscudo.

That's right: Drinking.

Jung Freud is wearing a leather jacket against the cold but is otherwise in short-shorts and a form-fitting tank top, together with sunglasses that are probably meant to make her look mysterious. The red pumps do not look nearly as mysterious, but they do make her walk sway in a deliberate manner.

She sounds amused. "Yeah, really? What's his name?" she asks Koji Kabuto, even as she puts her phone back in her pocket. She raises her voice over the din of the crowd, it being a little too packed to clearly see most people: "Oh yeah and I called a friend to meet up with us, I hope you don't mind!!"

A moment passes.

Jung runs out of patience: "Where's the /bar/, God, it's like a refugee boat in here!"

As much as Quatre had been on the Argama, and been working on his 'Pet Project', most of the more 'well known' members of the crew had not seen much of the 'desert punk'. He was concentrating on one thing at a time. Luckily, that 'one thing' had been composed of someone who didn't actually mind being dragged out shopping - something he still had to force upon a certain 'Priscilla, Queen of the Desert' to the same treatment.

The young man takes a trip to the bar and whilst he's ordering something from the barkeep - he's pleasantly surprised that Camille and the others are suddenly showing up. He's that much more surprised that /Heero/ of all people is there. "Heero!" Quatre called out to his now rather... giggly friend... whilst raising a hand to make himself known. The bartender then places two opened cream soda bottles in front of him. Quatre? Beer? You'll need to convince him first.

The younger nods his head at the heero amongst the Wing boys, giving him that trusty smile of his, and waves at the others he manages to recognize; Camille in particular. "I'll be over there." He points at a semi-sizable table, at which Alina is seated, and then picks up the drinks he'd ordered, puts down /way/ too much money in thanks of the barkeeps hospitality (he'd gruffly said 'hey') and gladly wanders off to the white haired female and puts the bottle in front of her.

Ah Ireland. Totally home. Well, almost home. As a man from Neo-Ireland, the real deal is close enough to home that it makes Raane nostalgic. And this being Saint Patrick's day and Dublin, Raane fits /right/ in. He's sitting at the bar in the Neo Triple Crown working his way through the 10th, or maybe his 14th drink. He's been working his way first through the various beers they have on draft one pint at a time and is just now starting on their whiskey collection. A man's gotta work his way up when you drink you know? He appears pretty pleased ad he continues jockeying for elbow space, bellowing with the best of them for attention from one of the bartenders for this drink or the other. He's dressed casually, on shore leave for this day. His jeans look a little frayed and he's got a faded green t-shirt. When he's actually speaking and not bellowing, his words have a slur and his face is almost as red as his hair. "Hey! Hey! Next one!" He pushes his whiskey glass forward, "Yeh know! Top shelf!"

The Neo Triple Crown Pub is pretty famous, and as such, is COMPLETELY PACKED on days such as this. Especially today, actually, which is probably why Sam figured it'd be such a good idea to go meet, mingle, drink, and have some kind of green beer in particular. (He hears it's actually pretty good as far as gimmicky drinks go.)

The definitely-not-a-DC-pilot steps into the bar, adjusting his jacket and grinning widely as he looks over the sheer number of people here. The emblem patch on his coat and general attire makes Sam Flynn look kind of like a slightly eccentric Raven (read: totally normal Raven) more than anything else, which is entirely intentional, and he moves confidently through the masses of people, blazing a trail to the bar.

He feels like he should be a little bit concerned with some of the peculiar individuals here. In the end, Sam judges that it is just the atmosphere of the place rather than actual palpable dread.

It's as if all the forces in the universe aligned to bring Shavikiran Fitzastava to the one place he never, ever wanted to be.

His distaste is written across his regal, beautiful features, and the twitch in his well-groomed eyebrow is subtle, but significant. The twist in his lips--a scowl as deep as his intellect is vast-- is an ugly mark on his otherwise lovely, feminine face. "Heavens, no, absolutely not."

His eyes scan the room, searching for his contact, but he can barely see over the heads of the people closest to the door. He takes a few careful steps forward, the long white skirt he wears drifting over the floor (probably dirty and disgusting). Where is that man in this wreck of a sardine can?

And then he hears a voice. /That/ voice. And he turns around immediately, the straight black cane in his hand clicking on the floor as he does so. The robotic peacock at his feet gives a quiet, digital-sounding trill as it turns along with him.

Yes, it's a robotic peacock. Shut up, that's why.

"It's _______ _____..!" Koji answers back. Except, the sheer noise of such a busy establishment has completely drown out the name. He pauses for a moment when Jung mentions a friend. A friend!? Who the fuck brings a friend to a date! "..oh yeah!?" he tries to ask over the hustle and bustle. "He any cool!?" he deliberately drops the male pronoun. It's a totally sweet trick to see if Jung invited a guy-friend.

/And it can't possibly fail/.

"It's over here!" Koji mentions with a c'mere wave of his hand as he pushes through the crowd toward the bar.

"Peppermint candies count as good, right?" Camille fixed The Crimson Lightning with a quizzical stare that could've meant he was either A. Joking. B. Serious or C. Already drunk. Quattro was probably already his own St. Patrick's Day celebration in Neo-Thailand or something so he hedged his bets by bringing the next best thing, "I'm like a peacock, Captain: You gotta let me fly!?"

SPEAKING OF PEACOCKS hey there was a robot one.

"Holy shit, is that for real?!" The Newtype nudges the one-man murder machine he called friend (That's Heero, folks) to get his attention, "That lady has a robot bird! That's way cooler than Haro." Also, more conspiratorially, "She's pretty hot though, you should go for what."

Camille might be tempted himself if he hadn't already seen his mark: A fiery redhead alongside...oh, right.

"IS THAT KOJI FUCKING KABUTO?!" Camille shouts out, possibly stepping over the unconscious form of Naoto as he steps to up to greet a friend who was regrettably employed by the man, "What the fucking haps, yo?!"

Clearly he wasn't already drunk, it was totally an act to throw any clues to his identity off in public. Did we mention he's still wearing that ugly charlie brown sweater, too?

"Hey, Red." Camille offers Jung a smile and a wink that could've been picked up on sattellite, "Need a drink?!"

Some time ago.

Spectre invents a new type of PPC, not the weapon nay but the drink. The Jade Falcon ER PPC. IT just happened that one of the bar keeps here has trailer connections and for paying Spectre a modest fee has the okay to mix up the drink as part of the festivities after all it is green this will totally not end badly for someone here.

NOW

Macua is clearly dressed for a night at the pup this evening. She's quite fitting with her green hair even with her not being Irish. The Brazilian girl has entered into the bar and is now looking around she's sure friends are there; she's spotteed Camille and Koji.

"KOJI! CAMILLE! HEY! YOU both here to party!?" Jung gets a notice and a wave, hey Jung had proven her self long ago in the Gundam fight Finals to Macua after all.

The Neo-Triple Crown is an *extremely* popular pub on this day, to the point that there even the Trailers who consider it kind of a hereditary hangout have trouble finding places to sit, although there are a couple of tables being held down by grizzled old-timers.

Blessfield Ardygun is not one of those old-timers - but he's sent Kazuma with the family's respects, and Kazuma is currently wrangling his way through the crowd, just as he hears Macua calling out to Koji and Camille. He considers briefly, then pries himself out of the press briefly to wave to the Brazilian girl, "Oi, Macua! What'cha doin' here of all places?" he calls out good-naturedly.

As much as the masses of humanity might fascinating, the unfamiliarity is also just a little bit frightening. As a random group of talking strangers pass the table, she tucks her head back into the hood once more, turning her eyes towards the wall. That's when her eyes catch the little metal bin holding various sauces - ketchup, brown sauce, hot sauce. Curiousity tends to be a bit overpowering at times, so Lin grabs up the ketchup and pours a little on her finger, licking it off and then seeming to consider the taste. Familiar? She couldn't tell. The white haired runner is just about to pluck up the hot sauce to try that when Quatre returns, the sound of the bottles thumping down drawing her attention.

"Sure is busy." She offers, offering a smile as she takes the offered bottle, wrapping her fingers around the cold glass. Then, hearing some of the loud exclaimations, she laughs, covering her mouth. "And loud." She sniffs at the beverage, and then takes a drink, eyes widening slightly before she exclaims, "It's sweet!" A few people standing a bit too close stare at her, but then go back to their actual alcoholic drinks of choice. "Oh, sorry." She pauses, and then looks down at the bottle, "Thanks again, Quatre. You didn't have to do all this." She doesn't dwell on it too long though, her eyes catching at least one semi-familiar face in the crowd.

"So who were you talking to? I mean, that's Miss Huitl over there, right, but I don't think I've officially talked to anyone else." A hand slips under her hood, rubbing at the back of her neck in a sheepish expression. "I'm sure you've got friends you want to spend time with, right? I can just sit here and watch. I won't cause trouble. Promise." That same hand comes down to her heart, giving her solumn oath.

Johnny can answer Camille's question about peppermints and shouting about peacocks with only a blank stare, and by the time he can recover, Camille is stomping off towards... someone he apparently knows. And, Johnny can't help but notice, a familiar fan of red hair.

Well, that certainly explains the itching feeling in the back of his mind. But, alas, he's not here to enjoy himself; just to make sure the kids do. Camille, obviously is a lost cause, so the Crimson Lightning turns his attention to the next closest of his current wards, one Heero Yuy.

"You don't look so great," the man says with obvious concern, as he rests his hand on the shoulder of one Sleeping Beauty (heh heh.) "Is this your first time drinking?"

Without waiting for a response, Johnny takes a beat to size Heero up and then urges, "Maybe you should eat some nuts."

HOLY TOLEDO JUST A SHORT WHILE AGO

Ibis 'Hero of Something or Other' Douglas is still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes because her internal clock is completely choked to death from zipping around the globe like once or twice a day this entire week. Dressed in a t-shirt like three sizes too big emblazoned with the NEO ADIDAS logo and little else, she fumbles around the table next to her bed for her phone, which is currently bouncing around the place and screaming some kind of embarassing sugary pop song like an alarm clock designed to give you _diabetes_.

She clicks it on and raises it to her ear, blinking slowly as a familiar voice (and a shit-ton of background noise) comes streaming in from the other end.

PRETTY MUCH RIGHT NOW

The NEO TRIPLE CROWN PUB looms before Ibis God Damned Douglas like some kind of fortress inside which she might find a terrible foe and /perhaps a great treasure/ but holy shit will you listen to the noise coming out of that thing. That is ridiculous. Ibis looks to her phone for guidance, and it merrily informs her that there is no service in this particular area before turning itself off.

The American redhead's poofy white sporty jacket, charcoal turtleneck and jeans are doing approximately nothing to actually ward off the Irish weather so she sighs to herself before resolutely marching into the pub in search of a familiar face when that wall of noise slams into her like a tornado of sonic rocket punches.

God damn.

Jung realizes she may have hit the wrong button. But she looks up when Koji speaks, straining her modest but bouncy psychic potentials...

... and she can't understand what Koji meant. His mentality is like that of a child... or a god...???

So she shrugs a shoulder. "They're pretty good in a situation like this, don't worry!!" she answers him even as they shove forwards. Jung is content to remain in the immediate lee of Koji Kabuto as he bulls his way through the crowd, pivoting to put a hip up against the bar and edge out random Irishmen as they get near enough. Someone brushes a hand against her ass and is ignored due to the situation, even as!

Suddenly!!

Camille Bidan's presence intrudes on Jung's immediate space. Between his sheer presence, a confused and awkward memory of the fall of Boaz --

THEN

Directly beneath Jung Freud, thousands of people die as an atomic weapon penetrates and detonates within the asteroid field of Boaz.

Sixty-two kilometers spinwards, Camille Bidan sighs. "Oh, Staren, or possibly Samson J. Drake... one day we'll really understand each other!" The Zeta Gundam continues flying off, making little 'toot toot' noises as it goes.

NOW

Jung says, sounding slightly wobbly, "You know, I /really do/."

Chibodee Crockett arrives. The girls aren't with him -- they decided to do some charity work today rather than get swept up in Chibodee's drunken meandering across the planet. He all but shoulders in through the door, the crowd parting around him. He waves broadly as he reaches into his jacket pocket, throwing a few strings of beads into the crowd. This clears the way for him (albiet by causing chaos), allowing him to start to pursue Jung.

"JUNNNNGGGG," Chibodee yells, already kind of drunk. "I have an urgent question!?"

"WHAT?!" Jung shouts back. Fortunately her brassy voice is probably a useful guideposts for meeker redheads such as Ibis Douglas.

She also finishes her earlier thought, interrupted by memory-cam: /that goddamn sweater/

"Are you wearing a bra?!" Crockett yells, finding the matter quite funny for no real reason as he gets within proper speaking distance of Jung. "Or are you cold?!"

Heero waves to Quatre gingerly and gives him that kind of wave where you wiggle your individual fingers while just limply waving your wrist instead of your arm while gasping out, "Hi, Quatre! Take a drink or two, this feels way too good!"

Then Camille gets his attention on the beautiful Shavi with the robot peacock and his breath is just taken aflutter and says, "You're ... totally right! That's /so/ gorgeous. I want one for myself too." Inner monologuing it out, ladies and gentlemen.

The comment about 'going for what' sort of goes over Heero's head, though, especially because Camille explodes the next moment as he points out that KOJI FUCKING KABUTO is in the room, and he pans his eyes what way to see what Camille just pointed out. Oh my god, it's Koji Kabuto and his 70s anime hair!

Wait, who's Koji Kabuto?

What's left of his analytical, professional assassin mind is doing the proverbial equivalent of accessing his brain's datafiles to see if he can't find out who Koji Kabuto is.

That part of his brain is blocked by the equally proverbial sloshed giggly schoolgirl parts of his brain. They then proceed to make out. SOMEHOW. And this is where the analogy breaks down.

His eyes /do/ catch someone else, though, and he cups his hands and shouts out with volume that rivals Akira Hibiki in full God Voice mode: "IBIS! IBIS DOUGLAS, HERO OF THE BALMARIAN WAR, SURVIVOR OF THE TRIAD MASSACRE OF STARBUCKS ILLINOIS!"

He then gets that Servbot >_< happy expression as he waves both his arms clear above his head.

It takes a while until the bartender can get to Raane and his whiskey demands. But he does eventually and the Irishman laughs. He holds up a few fingers to indicate how many he wants and the bartender rolls his eyes in good humor. He's not the first nor will be the last drunk Irishman to ask for a few drinks all in one go. He grins gleefully and shoots down the first filled drink in front of him. He exhales and shakes his head with a grin. He half turns when he hears people yelling and something about a Koji Kabuto. "'ey!! I know that name! Hic." He reaches out and puts a hand on the bar when the world appears to spin for a moment. Then he's looking out into the sea of people and.. "Woah.. when did everyone get here.." He appears confused and.. doesn't see a single familiar face. Hmmm.

"Konnichiwa, motherfucker!" Koji grins as Camille emerges from the crowd.

This is how men greet each other.

Koji Kabuto reaches out to give Camille a handshake. He leans with his shoulder to introduce Jung. "This is my Cap'n, Jung Freud." He motions with a jerk of his thumb at her, only to suddenly use his hand to raise it up in front of Camille's chest. "Jesus, hide that damn sweater." Competition is /fierce/!

As Koji bellies up to the bar, he gives Macua one of those chin-bob nods. "Hey Cap'n! Whaddya'll hav---" But the request comes to a stop when he happens to overhear the biggest, boisterous asshole in All Known Space. The American better known as Chibodee 'Styles' Crockett.

Goddamn. Not that sonofabitch.

"This your friend!?" Koji shouts back to Jung. "H-hey, you're all wobbly. You alright?"

Heero stares back towards Johnny and maybe even !/gaspsu/! a little at the hand on his shoulder. Don't fight it off don't fight it off-- "No, I've drunk before. I've drunk plenty of times," Heero says with an expression that sort of looks like a cross between Bambi At The Headlights and Debbie Does Dallas.

No, I don't know either.

Pause.

"Nuts sound like a good idea. I'll get some nuts in my mouth!"

 Quatre Raberba Winner whispers, "Heero... do you know what you just implied?"

 Quatre Raberba Winner is obviously hoping Heero brought some kind of radio device with him.

 Heero Yuy transmits, "H-huh? What's this thing that's talkin' to me...?"

 Quatre Raberba Winner transmits, "It's me! Quatre. On your radio!"

 Heero Yuy transmits, "Oooooh. Hi Quatre! Why're you... you talkin' to me... on the radio when you're sitting right over there? That's so /weeeeird/."

 Quatre Raberba Winner transmits, "You just said something /super/ embarassing."

 Heero Yuy transmits, "Your /face/ is super embarrassing! Ooooooh!"

 Quatre Raberba Winner transmits, "H... Heero..."

 Heero Yuy giggles some more.

 Quatre Raberba Winner transmits, "You just implied you like... taking... a guy's... /hmm/hmms/ into your mouth... I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST SAID THAT!"

 Heero Yuy transmits, "What're you even talking about? I don't know what you're talking about!"

 Quatre Raberba Winner transmits, "You said you like /nuts/ in your mouth, Heero!"

 Heero Yuy transmits, "Well I do! They're tasty. And salty."

 Quatre Raberba Winner transmits, "GWAHUFWUUUUUWHAAA."

Ibis squirms through the crowd, eventually giving up on even trying to make do with all the little 'excuse me' and 'sorry' comments from bumping into people, soon just shouldering people aside because that dude in the jacket just did it, get hype for crowd disrespect.

And then there's like some guy who sounds as though he's shouting through a megaphone (despite being like ten feet away at this point) and several sets of hands are propelling her forward and oh god what is happening Ibis Douglas emerges from the crowd in front of Heero Yuy and associates, trying to both wave him down as he roars his head off and pick Jung out of the crowd.

This sobriety business has got to stop, and /now/.

It is at about this time that Johnny Ridden comes to the conclusion that all teenagers are insane. Was he like this when he was a teenager? No, he couldn't have been. No way.

SOME TIME AGO

A fifteen year old Johnny Ridden snarls in pain as some of the skin on his knuckles scrapes off on the chin of the Zeonic MP he just struck in the face. The soldier staggers backwards, away from the middle-aged man curled up on the ground at his feet. Around them, other protestors begin to realize what's going on, and start backing away.

"Kid, are you fucking insane?!" shouts another MP, shortly before his foot slams into Johnny's stomach.

NOW

Yeah. No way he was like that.

"I'm going to go get you some nuts," Johnny assures Heero, raising his voice to be heard over the din of the bar. "I'll be right back." And, with that, the Crimson Lightning claps Heero on the shoulder, turns, and ventures away into the crowd.

It proves surprisingly difficult to get anywhere... and, just when he's starting to actually make progress around towards the bar so he can get Heero something to put in his stomach that isn't alcohol, his foot suddenly catches something and he almost pitches straight forwards into the woman in front of him, grabbing at her upper arm to keep from Psycho Crushering right into her stomach.

"Sorry," Johnny blurts, as he carefully rights himself. "I'm so sorry, ma'am, I-" As he speaks, he looks down to see what he even tripped over, and finds it to be...

Johnny interrupts his apology, because in his shock, all he can think to say is, "Peacock?"

This is because, of course, he has just tripped over a robotic peacock, and the 'woman' he just almost accidentally tackled is actually one Shavikiran Fitzastava.

Quatre chuckles as Alina expresses the obvious state of this pub. "Well, yes. Quite busy and loud." He shakes his head a little as he observes the clueless white haired girl's surprise at the cream soda. He just about takes a sip of the stuff of his own when it suddenly all comes flying out; luckily not into the direction of Alina. "Pfwwwwwwwwwwwwuuuuu!" The stuff goes out when he catches not only Heero, but also Chibodee exclaiming things that are pain to his little virgin heart.

His head turns entire red, and he quickly puts his both arms over the table and begins hiding himself behind those arms; thinking: ~I'm not with these people! I don't know them.~ Making use of this moment of 'hiding', he tries to converse with Heero over the mini-radio he has on his suit somewhere, but that only ends up in his head turning even futher red. Alina might catch things he's saying to apparently no-one; nuts, mouth, guy parts, and then him finally throwing his hands back up in the air and giving Alina a flustered look.

"Ah. Ehh. No... no worries. Yeah." What? "Okay. Ehh... time to mingle!" He suddenly tries to reach for Alina's arm... then suddenly retreats. He just remember those 'scars', or rather, 'tatoos'... no... what... doesn't matter. He remembered those things on her arms, so decides not to grab her after all. "Follow me." He asks kindly of her and wags her along, while grabbing his own bottle and stomps towards Heero and just... stands there. That's as far as he'd thought this one out. Walk up to Heero and... then what? Oh right, introduce Alina!

He turns about, and /assuming/ the girl had followed him, he tries to introduce her. "Heero, Lin. Lin, Heero. She's our new crewmember on the Argama. Heero's... a good friend of mine." And he quickly puts the bottle to his mouth and drinks more, hoping that him shutting up will not embarass him further.

Samuel hasn't even gotten his drink yet when he starts recognizing people who bust in like crazy people. Jung Freud is not exactly an unknown; Chibodee Crockett is a god damn sight to see, though his drunken shouting is a little unexpected. Which then gets Sam to sigh under the noise of the crowd at himself, stepping back and turning--

--and running into someone carrying an armload of green beer at full speed, glass and green going /everywhere/. Sam, soaked head to toe, is immediately apologetic. "Sorry man, I didn't see you theeeeeeeeeeeere!?!!"

Samuel is lifted into the air and summarily hurled over the crowd and out the door, voice trailing off as he flies. He rolls across the street and disappears into the crowds milling about. He leaves a trail of green beer. He will probably be beaten up by bums for this.

Jiron Amos, Man of Delivering Booze, turns back to get more with a frown. The four Sandrats have claimed a table, all of them making various sounds of disappointment and disgust.

Camille actually hasn't had /too/ much to drink yet. His state has more to do with a fact that when you were an exceptionally sensitive newtype it was rather difficult not filter out the sensation and emotions of people in a massive crowd out from your brain to the point that those thought became conflated mass of /things/ that overwhelmed your sense of self. And when most of them were inebriated...well, you can see where it goes from there.

This also makes a very lovely buffer that saves him from having the same queer sense of deja vu Jung suffers from.

"Sure..uh..Captain!" The Newtype pulls enough of a smile off to calm his extremely vague wariness that he was a 'terrorist' a bar full of military types and others: the solution is clearly more beer.

"Another two for me and this lovely lady!" He'll ask of the barkeep, turning to Koji with a shrug, "Can't hide what burns in the soul, friend. I'm going to bed on a /pile/ of chicks tonight!!"

ELSEWHERE

Fa Yuiry, in her unfailing and neverending quest to be helpful to the crew of the Argama, was scrubbing the toilets.

She suddenly paused in her grim but necessary work and looked up, eyes narrowing.

"I'm not sure why...but I think i'll hurt Camille the next time I see him."

BACK WHERE THE FUN IS

"Wh...who the hell is that guy?" Camille quirks at the arriving Chibodee, who looked like some kind of badass rebel: A Neo-James Dean, if you will?!

"Oh yeah, some of my friends are here too! You've already met Mac." She seem to run in a lot of circles, huh? The brazilian gets a smile and an extended look from Camille in that dress, "And over there is my pal..uh...Geero, yeah. And Johnny R...ider? Yeah." At least he had presence of mind not to out anyone.

Well, it's easy to mistake Shavi for a woman-- perfectly understandable, given the features, the women's clothing, the makeup, the jewelry... you know, maybe that's just the point.

"Wh-- unhand me, you cretin!" Except that voice, that is not.. no, that's not a woman's voice at all. Shavi raises the cane he wields threateningly, his face already reddening in anger.

The peacock seems unruffled. It trills, and shuffles closer to Shavi. Perhaps it's used to being tripped over.

Jung laughs loudly at Chibodee's question, which doesn't get a specific answer. Towards Koji she says, more sotto voce, "He's seriously your /friend/? Did you go to school together or something?" as Camille is momentarily distracted. Then!

"Ibis!!" she calls, making eager 'come here' gestures at her and ooching aside to give the other woman the opportunity to approach the sacred dispensary of alcoholic beverages. This does put her hip to hip with the other A-LAWSian, but this doesn't seem to bug her.

"So why did you bring beads?? Isn't that Mardi Gras?" she asks Chibodee interstitally. Then she is given a beer, which she raises to salute Macua with a small grin.

She then looks at it. "Why is it green," she asks, rather flatly, then she raises one thin-plucked eyebrow at Camille's words. "You don't know him? You don't recognize --"

She gesticulates with the beer, possibly slopping a little on Ibis. This is the cue, presumably, for someone else to rattle off the title.

Chibodee grins at Jung, moving over to offer her a string of beads. "It works, doesn't it?" he asks of her, signaling to the bartender that he'd like a beer. Green or otherwise, he's not picky. "Great for getting people out of the way, especially in a big, crowded room."

Chibodee looks back around, trying to get a sense for the room, but it's so crowded he can hardly pick out anyone who isn't right next to him.

Heero gets up and watches Johnny leave, getting one of those squirrel-mouthed enthusiastic nods as he says, "Okay, sir! D-don't make me wait too long for those nuts..."

Oh... here's Quatre, not using the little talking thingimabob now and just talking to him! The brown-haired assassin pops his head upwards and has a sweetly adorable little grin as he says, "Hey, Lin! Nice to meet you, I'm--"

Camille's introduction cuts in.

"Uuuuuh... Geero... Guy? Geero's such a /weird/ name. I don't /like/ it. I mean fine Camille you can call me Geero but geez that's weird..."

As if destiny funneled through the invisible arms of the gods of drunkenness, powered by Dionysus himself, a waitress comes along to serve the table's /second/ round of drinks with a thunderous roar, one of which Heero very gladly snatches up for himself. The other he offers towards the redheaded lady Ibis that just came in, a cure for her sobriety.

He offers the mug up to Ibis herself, exclaiming as his attention span jumps from person to person: "Here Ibis, it's on me!" Without even really knowing who's paying for all this.

Oh, she'll be joining the ranks of the inebriated soon enough. /Muahahaha/.

Then he notices Ibis' friend (that'd be Jung) and asks, "Who's your friend, Ibis? She's so /fabulous/ looking." He even does the limp-wristed flail and makes a motion as if it's too hot in here.

It's in his DNA, clearly.

Koji Kabuto squints his eyes at Camille. "The hell you will.."

And thus a rivalry was born.

"Sorta.." Koji explains to Jung. "For like a whole two weeks, I got transferred to a school on Green Noa 2. Like, I knew him but we never really spoke? Then a lot later, we ended up fighting aliens together. Then we ended up getting roped into stopping an assassination scheme by Trailer pilots on Ibis--"

"..y-you know IBIS DOUGLAS?" Koji's eyes go wide as he stands, gaping in shock at the arrival of Ms. Hero of the Federation herself. "Whoah! You never told me, Cap'n!"

Somehow, all the bustling noise didn't alert Oliver or distract him from concentrating on his delicious beer and food and beer.

Somehow, the sound of a /bird/ does. Why? Because since entering this universe, he's discovered Neo-Animal Planet, and from it he knows how to recognize the call of many different birds. Including...

"A peacock!" This may be the first time many of his friends have heard the young man actually /speak/ out loud instead of mumbling coherently, and he rises to his full height, practically rushing right up to the bird standing near Shavi with eyes alight. "It's real, isn't it? I've never /seen/ a real live peacock before! It's just so cute..."

Usually he'd wonder why a peacock was at a bar, but the red flush in his cheeks might suggest why this hasn't occured to him.

Macua Huitl says "Here to party what do you think Kazuma!"

She grins a little s others start to make themselves. Chibodee is also notices but for now she sees Koji is doing all right but also she doesn't think Chibodee's the biggest asshole in known space, she considers him a friend to some extent prehaps it's just Chibodees charimia rolls prehaps.

Macua also has been given a green beer by someone or another and salutes Jung back before taking a drink from it.

She knows there's some others around here somewhere, she swore she saw Heero, but she can't even rember if he came to the party where Rachel discovered what booze was or not but who caresd if he's havcing fun he's having fun right.

Chibodee also gets a wave. "HEY!"

Now Raane might be drunk. He might be elbowing his way through the crowd with a shot of whiskey in each hand and using the press of bodies to help keep him up right. But when Johnny Rider stumbles into Shavi and Shavi.. well.. Shavi's voice is pretty distinctive to him. And plus.. who the hell else uses the phrase 'unhand me?!'

Luckily, there is no one sitting next to Lin when Quatre decides to turn from human into fire-hose, dousing the entire seat next to her in soda. "Are... are you okay?" She asks, looking first at the soda dripping down and then over at Quatre as he seems to go into a fit over something that was shouted across the bar. And people thought /she/ was nuts. Then again, Lin did owe quite a bit to Quatre, so she just leans a bit forward, trying to see what is wrong with the blond-haired young man. Her hand reaches out towards him, but he seems to come around a moment before she actually touches his arm.

"Mingle?" Lin draws her hand back, seeming surprised. A surprise that fades into roll of her eyes when he seems to draw away from the tatoos on her arms. Pulling her sleeves down, she covers all but the swirling lines on her hands. "You aren't going to catch it Quatre." She shakes her head, and then carefully edges away from the table, trying not to touch any of the sprayed soda.

Another group of people don't seem to mind it though, as they go ahead and slide in behind them, not even seeming to notice. Bottle of soda still in her hand, Lin tries to follow the blond head through the crowd, although she ends up being bumped a few times. She even gets her rear end squeezed by some random drunk pilot, which ends up drawing a smirk to her lips. "Where are you going, anyways?" She asks, trying to speak over the crowd, but to no avail as she is nearly drowned out.

Then, she's suddenly drawn into the group around Heero, "Hey." She offers at the greeting, raising her hand still with the very noticable bottle of soda in it. Gasp, someone not drinking! Alert the authorities! "You're Heero. It's a pleasure." She completes his sentence easily enough, offering a smile. Then, leaning towards Quatre, she nudges him softly. "Relax a little. I'm supposed to be the nervous one, I'm the newcomer, remember?" She's only just getting the first lesson in the weirdness that is her great 'defender'. Then again, she doesn't seem nervous at all. "What's the green stuff everyone else is drinking? Is it like this?" She asks of Heero, waggling the bottle of cream soda.

Well as luck would have it, nothing Ibis wore to this chaotic gathering was white so she's pretty much in the clear for getting stuff spilled all over her. She goes one way for a drink at Jung's behest, but finds that the drink COMES TO HER INSTEAD THIS IS MAGIC THANKS HEERO. There is pretty much no way she is going to argue about the way her CO is currently standing what most people would classify as 'way the hell too close' because it's Ibis Douglas for god's sakes.

"Hey! Uh, thanks!" she chirps at Heero because free drinks, "This is Jung Freud, my boss! She's the /best/--hey is that Koji's voice?" she is momentarily distracted by someone shouting her name, and that voice sure is familiar!!

Now Raane might be drunk. He might be elbowing his way through the crowd with a shot of whiskey in each hand and using the press of bodies to help keep him up right. But when Johnny Rider stumbles into Shavi and Shavi.. well.. Shavi's voice is pretty distinctive to him. And plus.. who the hell else uses the phrase 'unhand me?!' He guzzles down first one shot and then the second shot before shoving his way through. "Hey, hey! Move! HEY COME ON!" He roars as he manages to make his way towards Shavi's peacock's admirers. It takes him a moment to size up the two men. One's.. pretty huge. The other's about his size. Right. "HEY!" He roars at Rider, "Yeh! Yeh heard the ... the.... the lady!" Well Shavi certainly looks like a lady but doesn't sound like it. "Unhand 'er!" He reaches out to push Johnny away, though considering how drunk he is, he might end up missing and stumbling forward to grope Oliver.

Chibodee waves toward Macua as he leans into the bar, collecting a over-large beer from the bartender. He takes a draw from it in a manner that indicates this is not his first of the day. Divada jostles him a little as she passes by, but he doesn't seem to make anything of it. It's crowded in here. "Sorry, dude," he says back over his shoulder, assuming from the height that it was some guy trying to get by him. If he'd got a better look, well, he wouldn't be making /that/ mistake.

Sure, Quatre was happy that Heero was being a bit looser. Bit it was such a difference from his normal straight-faced self, that it was kind of... creeping the blonde out. "Ah!" When Heero then is given a second mug of beer, Quatre suddenly moves his hand before Heero's mouth and blocks him from taking in the beer of choice. "Oh no you don't." He claims whilst doing this. "You've had enough alcohol already, buddy." Ohhh, Quatre, cutting the mighty schoolgirl Heero off already!? Since when did he turn into Yuy's /mom/?

"And to stop you from drinking this..." He then offers it to Lin. He'd caught the thing about him needing to loosen up, and he probably would soon enough. "Lin. Take this." She might suddenly have both hands full with drinks. But she wanted to know what it was they were drinking. "It's a lot more bitter than the other stuff though." He warns, before turning back to Heero. Is that... that's right. Quatre is giving Heero /the disappointed look/.

"Do I not know who he is?!" Camille takes a second look at Chibodee, "Oh.../oh/!!! Holy shit!" It was Chibodee fucking Crockett! "I bought that fitness machine he was in an infomercial before! It made me ripped in six weeks!"

By that, Camille means that in six weeks he ripped his tendons and threw the neo-bowflex out an airlock.

Heero just seem to be speaking gibberish and Camille gives him a look that suggests exactly that, "Yeah, he's a little crazy, but don't mind him." Meanwhile he's content to work away at his beer, eyeing Koji, "The hell I /won't/. And yeah, it's more or less like that." The Zeta pilot elbows Koji in the ribs, friendlike, "I saved his ass from a bunch of Megillots, and he calls me a fag and flew off!" Or something like that, "Also, trailers are fucking pussies."

"Oi, which e'er one 'o you sod is CAMILLE BIDAN!!!" One of the barkeeps shouts at the top of his lungs high and aboce the rest of the crowd, "Your Neo-Safeway club card isn't a fookin' credit card!!"

Whoops. Camille suddenly felt sweat on the back of his neck, "Wow, sucks to be that guy!"

The fact that the 'woman' he bumped into is actually a man is far less startling to Johnny than the vehemence that Shavi throws his way. It does, at least, pull him out of his peacock-related reverie; he unhands Shavi, as per request, with what can only be called frantic urgency.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, managing to keep all but the slightest bit of exasperation out of his voice. "I tripped over your... pet." Johnny glances down at the peacock again, and then at the cane. Hm. A service animal, maybe?

Well, no matter. "Here, let me make it up to you," the Crimson Lightning offers, pointing towards the bar. He manages to avoid punching someone in the face as he does so. God damn, it's so crowded. "Let me buy you a drink, okay?"

On the off chance that Shavi /isn't/ blind, he accompanies the offer with the brightest smile he can muster...

... which manages not to falter when Oliver comes rushing up, obviously delighted about what is clearly a real peacock, but can't quite manage steadiness when what sounds like a local suddenly joins the altercation, coming out of the crowd like the God damn Lady of the Lake, shouting at him about the 'lady' who he has just offended, and giving him a good old Irish shove.

The shove, unexpected even by Johnny's more preternatural senses thanks to the fact that this bar is like a fucking psychic rave, knocks the Crimson Lightning backwards into the man behind him, who is then driven forward into the girl he was talking to... all in all, it creates a terrible, horrible domino effect.

Johnny, of course, cannot spare the time to try to play damage control on /that/; he's far too busy righting himself and trying to keep Raane from going berserk. "It was just an accident," he assures the Irishman, lifting up his hands to hold them palm out in the universal sign of either 'I don't want any trouble' or 'go to hell you mick.' You know, whichever. "There's no problem, here, right, gentlemen?"

Don't even get him started on what the bartender just yelled. Johnny is astonished at how fast he is developing a migraine tonight.

Partying, huh? "Sounds like a good cause," Kazuma answers with a grin. "Hang on a sec, I'll join you!" He turns to wave to Chibodee Crocket (fellow Gundam Fighter; Kazuma doesn't know him well enough to pass judgment on how big of an asshole he is), and to a couple other familiar faces before he turns his attention towards the bar.

Hopefully they have the traditional green 'beer' in a probably-nontraditional non-alcoholic variety. Blessfield has pretty much guaranteed to keelhaul Kazuma if the kid ever gets drunk and tries to pilot while under the influence, so ...

Koji Kabuto's eyes widen when Jung puts her arm around Ibis. Holy hell, he thinks to himself. I've struck gold. "Wh-- yeah!" he answers Ibis. "I'm Koji! Thanks for backing me up there last night, Ms. Douglas. I didn't realize you and the Cap'n here were so close!"

"..uh Cap'n, you definitely need another beer!" Koji waves the bartender down for another round, which'll include a pint for Ibis too. These girls need to get wrecked. "Here, let me get this one for you, Ms. Douglas...!"

Naoto suddenly wakes up, and something possesses him to shout, "Camille is a girl's name!" And then he passes out again.

 Quatre Raberba Winner transmits, "He's kinda right... Camille /is/ a bit of a girl's name..."

"Um... I don't really know what it is, but I'm sure it's exactly like that!" Heero says with less than zero percent knowledge of what he's talking about. Green beer, cream soda, it's all the same to him now, mong. "Try some!"

Jung speaks up again and Ibis introduces her, though. Once again, the now thoroughly made out professional part of his mind is basically screaming 'YOU KNOW THIS WOMAN AND SHE IS DANGEROUS IN SOME CAPACITY OH GOD' and is quickly dragged down to a big pile of fluffy pillows for round two of mental lovemaking.

And Heero isn't even a Newtype. GOSH pick it up you pastel sparkly space lovemakers.

"O-oh, Ibis, I didn't know you were like, and with your boss too! Oh, that's so... /daring/!" Heero says with bright red cheeks and actually clamping both his palms to his cheeks and shaking his head in 100% genuine 'oh no sempai we mustn't!' routine.

Well, I mean, Jung has her arm around Ibis' waist. And Heero is drunkadrunkadrunk for once. He does, though, think it's time to refill his alcohol tank and grabs the mug and...

...comically, in Mickey Mouse routine, drinks thin air, because Quatre STEALS HIS DRINK OH THE HUMANITY

"/Noooooooo!/" Heero squeals aloud with big fluffy bambi irises with halogen tears (don't even ask at this point) leaking from the corners of his almond-shaped eyes. He shoots Quatre /the gaze/ and silently begs for him to give his beer back.

And finally, the bartender shouts up and he peers towards the angry Oirish and then back at Camille and just to add insult to injury giggles and goes, "You know, I never noticed what a pretty name Camille is. /Much/ much better than, like, Elizabeth, or Nancy, or Annie... way prettier!"

Chibodee will take two beers! Two beers is pretty baller. As he gets another drink from the bartender, he turns around to look toward Camille. He lifts his new pint toward him in salute before taking a draw from it. He kind of hears what he's saying. "That's the guarantee! Six weeks!!" Another drink-raise is directed at Kazuma a moment later. He's used to having to do this a lot. He's super-famous.

Well, someone's popular, and doesn't want to be. Shavi seems to almost shrink back as Oliver appears. My, that is a lot of... person. He grimaces, face flushing more deeply red. At least Johnny has the presence of mind to unhand him. He withdraws quickly, clutching at his dress. "It's a cybernetic hybrid robotic unit," he explains, stammering slightly-- and whirling around when he hears /that voice/, and much closer.

"I am NOT a 'her'!" Shavi shrieks girlishly, out of reflex.

Jiron moves up to the bar and starts collecting glasses. There are at least six of them, held aloft with two in each hand, one between his arms, and one in his teeth (his head is tilted sideways, y'see). Jiron moseys past the Gundam Fighters at the bar with a eyebrow-quirk of a greeting and brings them to the table to a cheer from the Sandrats.

"/Finally/!" Rag swings her feet off the table and grabs a glass. Blume and Daiku cheer and take theirs. Chill ends up having to stand on the chair to get hers. Not a single one of the group look particularly fazed in that the small girl in pink is having a pint of the green.

"Hahahaha!" Blume kicks his feet on the table, tipping his chair back, laughing hysterically. "I feel sorry for that Camille chick, she's gonna get it after this!" The rest of the Sandrats start to laugh. Chill takes a second to get the joke, standing on the table and cracking up for no real reason than it seems to be a good idea. Jiron, back to the rest of the bar, is the tallest and most obvious purveyer of this gag.

There is a chain reaction.

Oliver was just about to notice that no, that's not actually a /real/ peacock, but a bit of a chain reaction occurs and it results in him getting a boot to the face by one of the poor bystandars caught in the middle of it, stumbling back, possibly right into Raane entirely by mistake! This at least snaps him out of his 'cuteness proximity' trance and back into the Real World, but not long enough for him to regain his sense of balance as he stumbles.

"S-sorry, sorry," the young man whispers when he catches himself again, shaking his head and looking rather embarassed. "I didn't mean to-I mean I just lost my balance and-pardon me, ma'am, but--"

He finally rises to his full height again, looking around confused. "Wait, was that /not/ a real peacock?"

If he is trying to pick a fight with anyone, he's got a really odd, roundabout way of doing it.

Ibis leaves Jung to do the talking for a moment and gets to work on totally fiending into that mug in her hands courtesy of one Heero Yuy. She is used to girly sugar drinks and this is beer that is coloured green so that is kind of totally unfair but god damn it she didn't wind up being a hero by being a wimp all the time so she just power-chugs through half of it in one go because to do anything else would be lame.

Ibis also takes to the arm about the waist maneuver without a second thought, just nodding in time with Jung's commentary as she furiously tries to kill that beer faster than Heero ever has. She removes the mug from her face and slings an arm around Jung's shoulders as--Koji Kabuto organizes another drink straight into her hands.

"Koji!" she chirps, finally laying eyes on the mythical sideburns "You were so awesome out there! You can be my wingman anytime!"

TOP GUN THEME

Jung's arm goes off Ibis's waist after a few moments. The second beer is being rapidly and emphatically sent to heaven. "Whew!!" she says, before asiding to Ibis, "You got here fast!" Chibodee of course can get anywhere fast, given his powers of American Freedom and the ability to exploit animation errors.

Speaking of which, she looks from that guy to Chibodee to Koji to back again. "What are you guys talking about??" She then shifts around, putting a hand back on Ibis to turn her towards the others: "Now tell them about how you saved the goddamn world, Douglas! That's an order~"

All of a sudden, Lin is watching Quatre change from flustered to mother-hen in a matter of seconds. Woah. Raising an eyebrow, she looks skeptically at the teenager. "Seriously?" And then there is a beer being shoved into her hands. She fumbles for a moment and sets down the bottle of soda, sniffing at the green liquid before taking a sip. Her nose scrunches a little. "It's not bad, kind of weird." Had she ever had a drink before? Then, almost daring, she takes a bigger drink of it, swollowing with a contented sigh. If she hasn't had alcohol before - she may just be in trouble if she keeps drinking like this.

Her eyes turn to Jung and Ibis, eyes widening a little as she leans towards Quatre, tapping him on the shoulder. "Is that kind of thing normal?" This is said under her breath, obviously not sure what to think about two women... like that. Then again, perhaps Quatre isn't the best one to ask about that. Then, shrugging, she seems to dismiss much concern for it. She glances at the bartender, and then leans back a bit against the bar, not making any commentary on the name. She does, though, glance at Quatre, "Oh come on, he's not hurting anyone. Besides, who could say no to a look like that?" At least Heero has one defender in his quest to get more booze.

Jung's attention then drifts over towards Heero, slightly belatedly. She blinks at him, the slow blinking of someone who has drunk one and a half -

Jung pauses for a moment, making it two -

beers in about five minutes. "Whaaaat? Come on, all the pilots do it, /god/. Are you like from around here?" She turns her head back to Koji. "Are the Irish prudes? I actually have like never been to Ireland before."

Raane stands there face red and his fists balled up, raised even in case Johnny's going to fight back. His eyes narrow, though he's a bit unsteady on his feet. But wait. Blondie's got his hands held up... "..." He looks suspicious. "Accident? No problem...?" He tilts his head, sounding a bit slurred and that's when the bartender shouts that someone's stiffing him. "... ... 'EY! NO ONE STIFFS THE BARTENDER! If I find out where yeh are Camille Biden, lady tea drink or not, I'll deck yeh too!" He starts looking around for who this 'Camille Biden' could be. He's looking for a tea drinker. He might be in for a world of shock when he finally find Camille. He glares at Shavi, "Look! Yer dressed like a lady Shavi! So yer... yer... a.. oh hey. I recognize that voice!" He turns to stare at Oliver and then step in reaaaaaaaaaally close to peer at the large fat man. He stinks of beer and whiskey and the bar itself. Nostrils flare. "Hey.. Yeh.. Yeh.. I know yer voice. Hic... We met before?"

Unlike Heero... make that 90% of this room... Quatre doesn't have that 'two girls make things better' instinct. There are a lot of theories as to /why/ that is. Perhaps it's what field he plays for. Or perhaps his brain is even too prude to even think of such things. But even he can't help but have a little shy blush appear under his eyes as the girls hug eachother. Maybe it's the response of the collective testosterone surrounding the Heart of Space, which he is currently in clear contact with. Something about making out and OH MY!

Yes, Quatre's blushing, and he barely even knows why. He just stands there with his mouth open a bit, before his eyes quickly find Heero. For some reason, he had this strange urge to smack him on the head. As if he was the source of this feeling, as if /he/ was the 'Heart of Space'. Yeah right. As if that could ever be true. Then he'd have to claim some corny line at some point about Heero being the Heart of Space, and fans all over the world would hate him. That, or create more 1x4 yaoi. Both, something the world could do without.

But, he's still nice, so he decides to give Ibis and Hung a kindly nod. With Heero talking, at least he'd caught one of the names... and OH GOD WHY IS ALINA ASKING HIM THAT!? He turns at her with eyes as if she'd just killed a puppy. Why did she have to ask /him/ out of all people. He stammers a bit, then turns his head quickly to Heero... then towards Alina. And he just... nods. "M... maybe?" He is glad she changes the subject though, back to Heero getting more booze none the less. "But..." The young man gives up and just lowers his head a bit, and turns towards Jung who then makes that bold statement. "Guess it's normal." He nods sagely.

It wasn't that it was something he didn't think was a good thing. By god, he'd never hang around Trowa as much as he did if he thought there was someting wrong with that. Right? "Totally normal." He nods sagely, forcing himself to man up a bit and smiles at Jung. "No, the Irish aren't prudes." Oh god, please don't start undressing!

Macua Huitl nods a little bit to Kazuma., "Come on isn't this a day of partying. Mac on the other han got a transport here and came on foot, and things may lead to chaos. She misses Caille's reply or is he hiding from the barkeep she does shoot Camille a look heck he might even pick up something in newtype space. 

She doesn't rat him out however.

"So Kazuma you going to have anything to drink tonight mmmmm?"

Koji Kabuto's leather-clad shoulders lift in a shrug. "Neither have I, but I'm pretty certain all white men are prudes, Cap." He nods with authority on this subject. "..shit, ma'am, are out of beer? Let me get you another..!"

"..hell yeah I'll be your wingman, Ms. Douglas. Let me get you one too.." Koji orders up another round of beers. He is quickly realizing that A-LAWS has all the best* women.


 * Read: easiest.

Oh god THIS PERSON IS TALKING TO HIM DIRECTLY. Oliver really wishes he could grab a drink to down right now in order to help him deal with 'direct social confrontation.' Since that doesn't seem likely from this angle, he instead just kind of stares (down) at Raane for a moment, trying to go through and figure out /where/ he would have met this other person before. The face isn't familiar! The voice...kind of is, and the accent as well, but then a lot of people around here talk with that accent.

Olly takes a step back, perhaps to put some space between himself and Raane, and stammers. "U-um, I don't, I mean, I don't think I have-I've only been at the bar for a while 'n I've been mindin' my own business and-wait, no, that can't be right! Camille's an honest guy!" How does he know this Camille? "He wouldn't stiff the bartender, there must be a...a...a misunderstanding! I'll defend his honor if I must--"

Wait, why did he say that? "Uh, I mean...I don't know where we've met, um, sir." Please stop standing close!

There's kind of a really stupid race going on to finish that beer before the second one arrives because carrying around more than one mug is not on Ibis' list of things to do, what with her not having any dual-wielding feats or anything. She discards her first one atop a conspicuiously nearby flat surface. Like a... a 'table', if you will.

Second drink activated. She has her orders. It's Go-Time (tm).

Addressing basically anyone who gives half a damn, Ibis waggles her oversized handheld beer-holding-device as some kind of conversational aid as she proceeds to talk. "Hey, yeah!" she opens with, completely oblivious to everyone who thinks she is sleeping with Jung Freud. God, clearly everyone staring is doing so because they are rapt with awe. Yeah, that's it.

"Those moron Balmarians thought they were all 'master race' and could kick us around? With their giant, teleporting space battlestation? Bam! Not a worry!" Ibis crows, swinging her mug around in what one can only assume is meant to be something lost in translation because seriously it's a swinging mug what is that supposed to mean you idiot. "Jammed a nuke straight into their fold system, just like the movies. Pow!" she nods to herself and takes a drink for conversational pause, if nothing else.

"And then I punched their leader's head off."

God how many times has she told this story now (it's once)

Okay, that was at least three people who just said some shit about his name, which he wasn't trying to go by right now. That wasn't even a good idea when Camille was /sober/, much less right now.

"...." The audible /slam/ of a mug down on the table speak for the Newtype as he stands, cracking his knuckles, a solemn look of duty on his face.

"Let me correct myself." He grabs a full mug off the tray of a passing bar wench, "I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING FRIENDS!"

That glass comes down right on top of Heero's head unless his assassin skills are still potent enough to react to it.

However /that/ goes, Camille relinquishes whatever is left of the glass before launching across the the strangely-cleared space in the room that led to Raane, guided by the disastrous duo of teenaged pride and alcohol.

"IT'S NOT A LADY NAME!!!" The boy's fist reared back as he leaped through the air, elboe quite possibly cold-clocking Shavi before he sent it forward in swaggering, ridiculous broadcasted slug to the Irish Gundam Fighter's face.

Unfortunately Camille's world is governed by a little something called /physics/ (most of the time) and keeps flying, crashing right into the table the sandrats are seated at and flipping it over in a terrible wreck of all that is precious to the emerald isle.

Camille stands up weakly, eyes shakily searching for a certain fruit-shaped noggine, "Nng...you're next, melonhead...!"

Throwing a punch in an Irish bar on St. Patrick's Day was pretty much like throwing chum into shark-infested waters. Fists fly in a chain reaction as, one by one, the Neo Triple Crown's customers begin finding reasons to wail on another.

Oh my God, this Irishman is so very drunk.

Johnny is, at least, relieved by Raane's sudden loss of interest in him - and Camille's plight - in favor of... Oliver. He feels bad for the big man, of course - he knows how shy he is - but he has so many things on his plate, and the list is only getting larger, OH GOD WHY DID HE AGREE TO COME HERE

After taking the brief opportunity to apologize profusely to the man Raane pushed him into, Johnny turns back to Shavi and does his best to muster up another bright smile. He is, miraculously, successful, despite his growing headache. "So like I said, I'm sorry," he repeats. "Let me buy you a drink to make it up to you, okay? And then I'll leave you to your business."

Whatever business a ladyman and his robot peacock can have in an irish bar.

Jung's attention goes to Quatre for a moment, almost blankly. "Oh - well that's good! I actually remember hearing something about priests, but -" Oh hey Koji's provided her with another beer.

"I actually was once all like, 'actually I don't like white guys' back in the day," she continues conversationally after Koji brings up ethnic stuff, "but a lot of that was because it was Ringo Mason and he was like really into golden showers and stuff."

She has another sip of the beer, which is at least not being devoured quite so hungrily. She doesn't move right at Ibis's nearby Federal occupation of a table, listening to the story...

And then jerking up as Camille Bidan moves to slam his glass at Heero, before the young terrorist commences moving forwards, driving the entire thing into critical mass. Jung, who has of course only experienced the Soviet version of this effect, simply stares, mouth hanging slightly open.

Heero nods enthusiastically to Alina and just sort of bobs up and down in his seat looking like a cross between an enthusiastic little manchild wanting his fix and some unholy Moeblob that's sort of just been gooping about making everyone goes 'A HEERO APPEARS! COMMAND? <'

"A-a-a-all the pilots do ... DO it?? What? W-why did I not know about this?" Heero squeals with his hands to his cheek even more, head shaking and hair bobbing ever which way as he starts thinking about gears that even Quatre previous failed to move with his unusual /hmm/hmms/ euphemism.

"Camille! Quatre! Ibis! Y-you never told me!" Those strangely convenient tear ducts are welling up again, mouth wavering in an S-shaped pattern as if he was missing out on some ephemeral secret of /life/.

Camille, at that time, throws a full mug over his head and while his instincts are still sharp enough to actually grab the mug, well, the rest of the liquor just sort of /washes/ over him and drenches him in green liquory booze. He licks his lips for a moment. Mmm booze.

"All those times you said you were going to give Captain Quattro a 'stern talk'!!! I believed you!" he squeals aloud as he gets up and throws a random hail of peanuts across the room towards Camille's face.

Then he follows it up with: "I-is /that/ what 'souls weighed down by gravity' means?!"

He turns to Quatre and clenches his own fists as he gasps, "A-and you, Quatre, a-all those times you said you were going to go play the flute with Trowa!"

Heero winds up sitting down and looking into his half-full mug that Camille threw, and chugs the rest of it down with a pouting look on his face. Uh oh.

"If they've got anything that'll still let me fly the Valhawk in a straight line, yeah," Kazuma answers Macua. And given how chaotic things are getting in here, he's increasingly certain he needs his wits about him - and unimpaired, preferably. In fact ... yep, there's the bar brawl breaking out.

Kazuma shakes his head briefly, collecting a modest-sized mug of something which looks like beer except for being green, and smells fairly convincingly like beer as well. "Need a quiet table away from the mayhem?" he asks - well, primarily Macua, but he's not going to refuse a seat to anyone in earshot who answers. Assuming there's a big enough table.

Deep green suit accented in gold thread at the seams and trim with touches of black and lapel pins declairing trailer alegince. Ed just came here for a quiet drink. Last night's post-fight was bad enough. He figured. Actually wait what was he thinking. Irish pub, St. Patrick's day. Then again the ood here was nice and the drinks reasonable. Edward eyed everyone from the booth he'd wedged himself in pondering if he could get away with staying wallflower or not.

Business-- that's exactly what Shavi was here for, actually, but it isn't working out so well. He shies away from all the men surrounding him, as if not wanting to be touched by any of them, or even brushed up against. "Shut /up/, Raane!" the scientist hisses, likely not heard over the roar of the crowd. This is almost too overwhelming, he's just not /used/ to being in throngs of people like this. He swallows nervously, and against much of his better judgment, he edges towards Johnny Ridden-- maybe taking him up on his offer.

"F-fine," he growls, clutching at his cane almost defensively, "One drink. One."

Chuckling a bit, Divada leans over the top of her booth and lightly pokes Ed Fawkes on the top of the head. "Fancy meeting you here, Hightower." She gives a small bit of a giggle, but her cheeks are flushed, showing she's been drinking for a good little bit.

With a laugh, Lin covers her mouth and absolutely beams, seeming far too amused at Quatre's apparent discomfort at whatever relationship exists between the two women. "Mmm. Guess that makes sense." She raises her glass to towards Ibis and Jung, and then drains it down to the bottom. For a moment, she peeers through the bottom of the mug, giving the faintest of frowns as she sets it down. Aparently, someone either mistakes her for a customer, or decides that a young woman without a drink is a terrible thing, and it is quickly replaced with another.

Then, going from curiousity, to awe, the young woman listens to the shouted story as she craddles the green beer in her hands, eyes wide. It's all too clear that this is a story she hasn't heard before. She's so distracted by it that she doesn't see the mug heading towards Heero's head until it's too late. At least he doesn't get clocked by it. Wincing, she steps back, not wanting to get caught in the cross-fire from the loud and quite angry Camille and a very drunk and confused Heero. She does get pelted by a few peanuts that are thrown though, causing her to press her back against the bar to keep out of the way.

"Looks like the fun's getting started." She muses to herself, taking a drink of the bear as she edges away from those starting to fight. "Quatre, I'll be over here." She points towards the entrance a bit, trying to keep out of the fight that's starting. That wouldn't be a good place for her to be on her first night of semi-freedom from the Argama. Then, she's stopped by Heero's ranting. "Wait, what? Who's playing who's flute?" Stare. She's confused enough that she nearly steps back into Edward, turning and offering a very quick apology.

One drink. One drink won't be a problem, will it? Hard to say, since it seems like he's not going to /get/ that drink. Camille's elbow slams into his face as he tries to pass by, sending the crossdressing Hindustanian scientist reeling and collapsing to the floor.

Or, well, on to the robotic peacock, which gives a high-pitched, digital squeak-like sound. It's probably protesting.

"Oh.. Hello there Captain." Ed either was used to getting tapped on the noggen while he was seated, or he was a mellow drunk for he was exceedingly calm sounding and held a half empty mug of something dark and frothy in his left hand. "Hm... Think this'll just get worse or not?" Apparently he was talking about the fight breaking out. Then something wizzed by his head into the wall behind him, which caused the big man to frown. "Just one night... One night I'd love to go out drinking and not have to pull people apart." Edward started to stand. Depending on how things weant his size could help, or just land him the prize of being the biggest target in the room.

Chibodee listens to Ibis' story. Or tries to, it's loud. He seems impressed at the talk of punching, and startles a bit at what Jung says about Ringo. He's sure he misheard that. He squints and starts to ask for a clarification when Camille just goes off for what is apparently no reason. He doesn't understand what's going on very well.

The fight starts to roll out around him. Chibodee decides to address this by finishing the beer in his striking hand in a long draw. He sets the glass down as some people fly around him, then works on tending to his remaining beer.

Hitting Chibodee Crockett, people soon find, is like punching a support beam. He stands there and lets it roll around him, though he does try to act as a sheepdog for Jung and Ibis.

A glass sent flying by one of the brawlers smacks Naoto in the head, shocking him awake again. "Ugh...what happened...?" he asks groggily as he rubs the back of his head, glancing around the bar at all the stuff that's going on. And boy there's a lot of stuff. A lot of stuff he doesn't want to deal with right now. Seeing a shot glass of some kind of Irish whiskey sitting abandoned on the counter nearby, he quickly snatches it up and downs it, passing out yet again. He's going to have a hell of a hangover at this rate.

Alright. Okay. Things are finally starting to shape up. The manwoman is calming down, Oliver isn't having a panic attack or being, himself, attacked in a panic, we're okay, everything is okay. "Great!" Johnny beams at Shavi, turning to start towards the bar. He'll make reparations for the accident, get Heero his nuts, and then--

-- and then Camille goes thrashing by and elbows Shavi in the face. for a beat, Johnny can only gape, as the writhing crowd of people he's trapped in the middle of becomes something like a cross between a mosh pit and a Greek orgy. "Oh, my God," he manages, eventually.

This is /nothing/ like the bar scene at Side 3.

Johnny makes a mental note to talk to Camille, but for now there are more pressing matters; he presses closer to the fallen Shavi and drops into a kneel, grabbing at his hand to help him up. "Are you okay?" he asks, with evident concern. He manages to communicate said concern even though at this point, he has to basically shout to be heard over the commotion.

Macua Huitl smirks at Kazuma. "You came to Sain't Patrick Days at a pub and didn't intend to drink what' wrong with you!"

She looks over to the barr keep for a moment and says "Hey suprise me."

The bar keep nods and thinks he's seen her somewhere before wait isn't she a gundam fighter? Well she should be able to handle the new drink. He goes to work on it and wait what is he /pouring into it/. Did something glow? It's hard to tell but MAcua's handed a green looking drink which smells pretty strong. Though it does smell good and she starts to sip at it after paying the barkeep. Though somewhere Spectre would be getting a feeling something terrible was about to befall him...

"Whoa holdup here." Ed stuck a hand out to steady Alina, or was it to steady himself? "You alright there?" Things were starting to get hairy. No matter how calm he sounded worry was starting to seep through the buzz Ed had been building through the evening.

Another look around before snagging somebody by the shoulder and giving them a shove to the door. "We go or stay?" This to nobody in particular and the low rumble might not even be heard over the noise.

Yes. Why /did/ you agree to show up Ridden? But that's okay, Raane's got his sights set on a few other individuals now. For now, you're off the radar. He's staring up at Oliver, green eyes flashing in annoyance. It's not St. Patrick's day without a bar fight and if he left here without at least bloody knuckles.. well, it's a good thing that Oliver Evlien has provided him the perfect excuse. "Yeaaaaaaaah. I think I recognize yer voice...." He blinks when he offers to defend Camille's honor. "Does his honor need defendin'?" He's forced to pause for a moment when SUDDENLY...! THWAK! "OW!" Camille's rage lent accuracy to his punch and the leap and the first slams into the back of his head. He stumbles forward and whirls around, just in time to see Camille hit Shavi. "YEH FOOKIN' ARSH!" He shouts at Camille and then whirls back around at Oliver, "Hey! If yeh wanna defend his honor so much...!" He rushes towards the large man, right fist raised to slam into the other pilot's check while he reaches out with his left hand to grab him by the lapels, "THEN I ACCEPT YER CHALLENGE!" If he manages to grab the lapels, he'll twist and attempt to use the leverage and his height to throw the man right into the teenage Camille.

Of course, Operation Meteor's number four... that's right, one number better than five... listens to the story too, but gets distracted by Jung who's saying something about religion and all that. "I wouldn't worry too much about it. Everyone's friendly here." And of course, he gives the a bit smile. But then, of course, someone has to make his statement false.

Shit starts going down, and Quatre gets that little feeling at the back of his head that /someone/ is /very angry/. Whoops. Perhaps that whole 'Camille is a girls name' thing really is a bad subject for the kid. Maybe some deep deep underlying issue that had to do with his mom or dad. The blonde, blue eyed Arab... yes you heard that right... just stares at Camille almost hitting Heero with that mug. But he trusts in the young man, and at least part of that trust isn't misplaced. Of course, he moved back a little right along with Alina, when the bluehaired madman comes by. Egad, you'd think Camille'd fit better in the Divine Crusaders.

And then suddenly Heero is dripping with booze. But when the youth then suddenly gets that look of realization in his eyes, Quatre's eyes open up too. He stares at Heero, following that line of thought, and knows what is coming. He starts shaking his head and moving his hands in front of him, already denying what was sure to come. The flute comment. DAMNIT HEERO! Quatre just turns red, his eyes widen, and he begins to stammer. "N... n... noooo!" He blushes furiously and puts a hand to his mouth... whispering; "I'd never." The young man doesn't sound too convincing. And then Alina has to comment.

"TROWA DID NOT PLAY WITH MY FLUTE."

...

That didn't come out right.

Ibis watches with vague disbelief as the entire pub seems to erupts into some kind of Looney Tunes dustcloud full of fists and feet. She is vaguely unsure how this all came about, because just a few seconds ago she was telling people exactly how much of a badass she was during the Balmarian War and kind of got caught up in that story--which amazingly is entirely factual--and then right before her very eyes, Heero Yuy is almost crowned with a mug full of green swill!

"W--" she stutters. Is that even prounouncable?

Ibis tucks her head in and slinks closer to Chibodee Crocket, totally unprepared for a fight to break out. "What the hell?" she echoes quietly, and then coldly slays the rest of her drink as an afterthought.

"Iunno," is Crockett's answer. "You want another drink?"

There's an introspective pause as Ibis sets her empty mug down and thinks on the matter, seeking inner peac--

"Yeah!"

Is he /okay/?! Shavi stares at Johnny in a mix of pain and offense. A lot of his beauty has been compromised by the stream of blood running down his face from his obiously broken nose. "He /hit/ me!" he shrieks, though it sounds more like 'Nhe /nhih/ mih!'. Unwanted tears of pain threaten to make his eyeliner run, and he groans. His beautiful face..!

"-Camille! What are you doing?!" Oliver is briefly distracted by Raane's threats by a flying blue-haired Newtype. "That person didn't do anything to you at all! Calm down and-huh?!"

Of course, he didn't see it coming. It being Raane Srivasgerald's fist heading for his face and the Irishman grabbing him forward. Olly is punched, grabbed and thrown-something that will probably take a lot of effort, considering the young man's bulk-right towards Camille. "H-HEY!"

Whether Camille dodges or not, he'll get a murmured "sorrysorrysorry" from big Olly, who climbs back up...surprisingly unhurt, all things considered. "You're...bein'...you're bein'..." The word he would usually use is something like 'aggressive' or if he was really feeling bold and confrontational, 'belligerent,' but his mind is a bit too addled from alcohol to come up with it. So instead he attempts to punch Raane in the stomach with those large fists of his, the hope being that one big hit will just stun the guy temporarily so Olly can take Raane back to his seat. He really does think it'll be that easy...

Chibodee signals for another beer, shoving back somebody trying to take a stool to him. "So what else do you do?" he asks of Ibis. "Aside from punching alien bosses in the head until they die. Useful past-time."

Jung Freud brings up Ringo Mason.

"Who the fuck is Ringo Mason, Cap'n?" Koji Kabuto asks between gulps of beer. He keeps an eye on Camille. You never know when a brother might need you to jump in and break a chair over some asshole!

The real shame was that it involved Noriko. Noriko deserves better than that. Unless she's into that. Jung doesn't know.

The presence of Chibodee as a large manly rock behind which she can shelter from the random stray emissions of violence from the drunken subhuman mob is pretty welcome, sidling fractionally closer to the other two individuals nearby.

Koji Kabuto seems fine. She answers him, a little vaguely. "Some guy from back in the day. He isn't around -" As far as Jung knows anyway. She is distracted from this unfortunate reminder of war being hell by Quatre.

She is suddenly looking at Quatre with extremely intense interest.

As the huge hand goes to steady her, Lin takes a moment to get her feet under her. She's only had one beer, so it's unlikely that she's getting tipsy just yet. Then, she looks from the hand up to the hulking form of the dark-skinned man. "Woah, you're... /huge/." She blinks, having to scan upward quite a bit further than she expected, and she was a tall woman to begin with. "Oh, I mean, I'm fine, thank you." She tries her best to pull a smile, although the next moment the hooded woman is ducking as a bottle of brown sauce comes her way, splattering against the wall in a terrific display.

Then, she hears Quatre over the crowd and just busts out laughing, unable to help herself. She'd already seen the poor boy being flustered, but that comment is just priceless. Somehow, even without her memories, she knows enough for that inuendo to be hilarious. "Me thinks the boy dost protest too much." Where did that come from? Perhaps alcohol is the key to her memories? Looking down at the green beer, she takes another big drink from it. It's worth a try!

Then, she catches the low sound of the big man's voice talking about leaving, turning her head, "Aww, come on. This is part of the fun. Right?" It actually is a question, even if it sounds more like a statement. The young woman just smiles, edging her back against the wall - or at least a part of the wall not splattered by something - yet.

Kazuma gives Macua a good-natured dirty look in response to her smirking accusation. "This little thing called 'not wanting to get keelhauled through re-entry by my righteously furious dad' might have something to do with it ..."

He has the disadvantage(???) of actually watching Macua's drink being mixed. "... hey, uh, who're you here with, anyway?" he asks, co-opting a seat at the bar as it gets vacated, and reaching over to try and tug Macua to the stool next to his own. He was hoping to be further from the action, but ... well, at least he gets a decent view of what's going on.

Maybe he should be recording this to go on Neo-YouTube. Somebody else may be doing that already, for all he knows.

Ibis blinks dully as someone goes flying through the air behind her head, doppler effecting in and out of the frame as he sails on past. He is wearing like a jacket full of bricks, judging from the crash he makes as he makes contact with a wall. She is clearly taken with how much of a titanic badass Chibodee Crocket is, as are most people.

"I, uh..." she furrows her brow. What /does/ she do? "Save the world... a lot. Mostly. An' test pilot things and explore space. It's a sweet job."

As the fight continues, a well dressed Irishman enters the pub. He seems a little too well dressed for the pub, dressed in a black suit, green shirt, black tie, and comfortable dress shoes. He looks around, hand still on the door.

He watches the fight for a moment in awe, wondering if he needs to find another pub. He is immediately noticed as "Colin O'Flynn"***, former Gundam Fighter for Neo Ireland. He sighs for a moment, walking toward the bar. "Hey barkeep, a strong stout and keep 'im coming." He blinks for a moment, smiling awkwardly at the fight.

***The current player is retconing this name in due to having trouble justifying this character's participation in the previous Gundam Fight. Assume he has always been named Colin O'Flynn because it wouldn't make sense to call him "Lockon Stratos" in an official sense.

Oh god. People are looking. People are laughing. He's in the middle of it all! THIS ISN'T GOOD! Quatre is staring right back at Jung like a cow looking at an oncoming train. Oh god please don't say anything. The young blonde has never felt this embarassed in his life before. "Ah... ahh..." And Alina really doesn't make this worse. "I do not protest too much!" Is he pouting? Yes, yes he is.

Luckily, someone decides that the best way to help the young man is to give him a beer. A somewhat random emfeminate boy walks up to Quatre, goes "Hey..." Wagging his eyebrows, and hands him a beer, tucks a little piece of paper into his front pocket with his number on it... and wanders off again. This... really doesn't help matters. So now Quatre just stands there, entirely /FROZEN/ as if in fear, mouth partially tilted open. "Ah... ah... ah..." At least he now has a beer. But he's not putting it to his lips. Too stunned.

Jiron is busy laughing away with the Sandrats. The bandit group--sorry, being in Katharon means they can call themselves ~FREEDOM FIGHTERS~--is having a grand-ol' time yukking it up at Camille's expense. None of them realize the trouble that is being caused by this chain of events, or what sort of terrors are beginning to approach.

And then Camille smashes into their table. The entire table flips, glasses going with it. Blume's chair goes over backwards and he hits the floor with a yelp of surprise. Rag catches herself before she hits the floor, and Daiku just looks on in surprise. Chill, on the other hand, is standing on the table when he hits it, and, weighing 'basically nothing,' is flung into the air, a bright pink and blue streak being hurtled across the bar, clutching her glass like it was going to fly her to safety. (It might.)

Jiron looks stunned, struck by several more mugs, losing his for a second time. He fumbles with it and catches it by the handle--upside-down. He is suddenly a vision of Christmas-themed rage, red-faced and green-beered, turning to Camille. He looms, shadow cast suddenly three times larger thanks to the swinging light shining overhead that was struck by Chill on her way past. Blume scrambles out of the way.

"I'm...! NOT...!!" Jiron squeezes the mug handle. Glass cracks and shatters. The rest of it hits the ground. He swings up his arms. "A MELONHEEEAAAAAAAAAAAD!!"

Jiron straight-up tackles Camille and bodily rushes him back towards the crowd, screaming at the top of his lungs. HE'S ON A RAMPAGE, OH GOD

"You're gonna be okay," Johnny tells Shavi as reassuringly as he can manage while screaming. "Head wounds always bleed a lot. I'm going to go get you some napkins, okay?" Grimacing, Johnny rises to his feet, turns, and pushes his way into the crowd, ducking a wildly thrown punch as he does so.

/He is never seen again./

Ibis recieves another drink. This is getting dangerous. Her furrowed brow deepens as she thinks.

"Most of the places I go don't even have like... names and stuff." she says, crossing her eyes as she tries to think about the confusing-as-hell designation given to stars and systems that are way the hell out there, and comes up short because she is drunk and thinking more about boobs than stars. "Usually it's just like... testing the equipment, 'cause we're still trying to come up with the sweetest ship possible. 'n stuff."

Drink goes up to Ibis' mouth, goes down half-empty. She sways to one side as a chair goes flying past her head. "Is this ... normal?"

"Not if one of these goons clips hard enough." Ed's voice was still a low grumble as he hunched down and forward slightly, arms hanging loose and his feet wide. He, so far, seemed to not attract any more thrown objects/people/drinks but he knew it would be just a matter of time till he as singled out. After all he saw almost everyone fighting. Inevitable that he'd get sucked in if he were to stay.

After a moment he set his drink down and picked Alina up with one hand and grabbed Quatre across the waist with the other and started for the door and damned anyone's protests. "Alright kids. Everyone outta tha pool!" Loud thunderous voice as he heads for the door, glaring at anyone to try stopping him and risk getting a stupidly huge boot to the chest in the process.

Macua Huitl is drinking at her drink. "I came with a few friends tonight, Why? You know I'm not always a lump." She tugged over for the moment and sits down. She watches the chaos, and wait is that Zako? Why /yes/ it is and it clearly may have it's camera recording all the antic. Macua meanwhile watches and cringes. "You know they are likely going to destroy the bar or Camille..." She sighs she will step in but not /just/ yet.

Chibodee knows the difficulty of not thinking about breasts. He drinks a little more slowly now since he's starting to feel himself slow down. "What's normal? This fight? Eh," as he shoves someone away, "it's pretty crowded so there's more amateurs out here than usual."

Jung listens to the words from Chibodee and his question to Ibis, possibly to see if she can one-up it.

However, she waves a hand at Quattre. "Oi! Were you like his -" She thinks back rapidly. Gundam Pilot 3 -- what a tragic life he led, and what a tragic death.

Jung is probably already feeling the effects of three cheap slammed beers. She does look at Ibis for a moment, blinking twice. "Is what normal?" she asks. Then back up. "The fight?" Then her eyes roll all the way back in her head, to the point where the brand logo on the prosthetic one is slightly visible, as the radio transmits the voice of 2nd Lieutenant Killjoy.

Ibis looks like even /she/ forgot what she was asking for a moment. Until it clicks again, and she remembers. "Oh. Yeah, the fight. I mean, it's pretty big!"

Ollie's scorn falls on deaf ears! If it's any consolation, Camille wasn't /trying/ to hit Shavi, she was just collateral damage! Plus he still didn't know he'd done that because he was focusing on taking down a certain 'friend' who though he could laugh at his name!

"Oh yeah?!" Camille smiles, using the 'bring it' gesture with both hands, "Then prove it! Come at me you, little-"

And then Jiron does, slamming dead-on into Camille before he could react. Protip: Alcohol slows down your reactions.

This does not improve his chances of dodging a flying Ollie, who impact Camille from behind and send him flying back /forward/, possibly taking Jiron for the ride?!

That ride ends in the wall of the bar with a deafening /crash/, by the way.

"Ugh..." The Newtype had never wanted to be a part of a manmeat sandwich, "Gonna....kill all of you...especially that Irish fucker..." He wasn't down, he just taking a breather!

Don't worry Koji, your time will soon come.

Even though the battle rages on in front of her, Lin just watches as if this were one of the most interesting things she's seen in a long time. So many people, so many walks of life, and all coming together over two wonderful things: Combat and alcohol! There is even a real sort of grin on her face, showing even in the shadow of her hood - which could be the result of the beer, or just getting out and being normal for once.

But Alas, it doesn't last. Instead, the girl is suddenly grabbed by the arm. The gesture is enough to reveal that the tatoos on the back of her hand go up further, spiraling along her arm. Her head snaps towards Edward, her muscles tensing as she seems about to slam the beer into his shoulder to free herself. Then, she stops. Where did that instinct come from? Instead, she just looks at the beer, looks at Quatre, looks at Edward, and then gives a startled yelp as she gets dragged nearly off of her feet and out of the bar by a very large, dark stranger. Bad touch, bad touch!

Kazuma picks his glass up and sips judiciously, turning to watch the carnage as well. "Or both," he observes, "depending on how aggressive people get with the furniture. Is Camille a friend of yours, then?" he wonders aloud before punctuating his question with another sip. "... ah, he was the one who yelled about the name?"

At that point, Heero's finished his third beer, and sees the fight going on with Camille. He thinks for a moment how all this started. Echoes of Camille going 'there's no way this could go wrong!' ring through his mind, and his teeth clench a little as he suddenly springs up along his chair onto his table.

In the jukebox in the background, 'Riders in the Skies' begins playing as Heero imagines himself being empowered by the souls of those he has lost!!

"CAMILLE BIDAAAAAAAN!! If it weren't for you...!! If it weren't for you I wouldn't be feeling this way!" Heero exclaims all of a sudden as he presses both feet off the ground and just fuckin' /launches/ himself across the room much like a waverider, diving headlong with arms stretched out to tackle the youth headlong and joining the orgiastic mosh pit.

Whether he connects or not with Camille, the very speed of the collision means that Heero is going to /keep/ going and eventually fly across and smash out a window, where he is never heard from again in this scene.

Jung gets given a /stare/. That is, one more intense than the one he was giving her before. "NOOO!" He calls out, completely ignoring and unaware of all the things being throw around about him. Somehow, nothing seems to get even close to the kid - as if somehow, nobody could bring themselves to hurting the blonde. But then, suddenly, he feels himself getting lifted up!

Now, you'd expect that, with Rashid and all, Quatre would be used to big... colored... burly... men... picking him up. But when Edward, a big... colored... burly... man... who is also a complete /stranger/... picks him up. He can't help but wag his arms and legs in the air. "Nooo! Where are you taking me!?" He demands to know, but that is finally shouted by the time they are actually already out of the bar and finally realizes that he is actually outside. With Divada following them, he decides to give her that sorrowful look.

Chibodee pauses in his drinking to glance over at Jung. "Hey Jung," he says, a little too loudly, "You invite me out to a gay bar or something?"

"Koji picked it," Jung says with an eloquent shrug. "So I mean, I don't know."

"Thought so," Chibodee says, and goes back to his drink. People continue beating on each other in front of him.

Jung watches as that blonde guy who knew Trowa is hauled off, doubtless for sodomy. She nurses her beer. "We should ask Arado." She looks at Ibis. "Do you know Arado? He's in the Numbers but he's a great guy, and he has like, this power."

"The power to eat a hundred hot dogs in under an hour," Chibodee proposes.

"No he has like, this power to tell if someone's queer or not," Jung says. "He just sort of has to see them or hear them talk for like a minute."

After taking several long strides away from the bar Ed lets Alina go and sets Quatre down. If they run in terror at this rather large moving wall of a dood having let them go he'd shrug and walk off. If not it'd be a simple case of him giving them both the once over. "Are either of you hurt?" He, in fact, did not notice Lin's tatoos and probably wouldn't have cared. Seeing the Lady Captain didn't seem to surprise him overly. "Pity it's too wide spread for me to contain. It'll have to burn it's own way out." Low rumbly voice, thoughtful. "Then again tis the season so it isn't unexpected."

Ibis looks INCREDIBLY CONCERNED SUDDENLY.

Socker/Colin/Neil looks around the room, finally spotting the American Gundam Fighter. He squints when he calls the 'pub' a gay bar, sighing to himself. "Bloody wanker." He says a little too loud, looking back to his beer before he takes a long drink from the pint glass.

"Oh, he's got gaydar, well yeah," Chibodee says, who clearly... doesn't.

Raane straightens up after throwing Oliver, his back hurting from the strain of tossing a tall heavy man like that. He groans, putting his hand on the small of his back, "Ug... man, yeh need ta lose weight yeh fat arse." Now that he's fighting, some of that alcohol is starting to burn off. He's going to need more drinks to keep that pleasant buzz. But he appears rather pleased that he got Camille in the process. So he turns around and reaches out with his hand to help Shavi up after Ridden's /abandoned/ him. "Hey." He grins, "Need some help Shavi?" Except suddenly, URK! Someone' talking to him. And those he's being self spoken, Raane can still hear Oliver speaking. Yup. That voice is definitely familiar. He turns, eyes catching 'Colin O'Flynn' from the corner of his eye. "Hey!" He shouts at the former pilot from across the bar, "YEH! YEH LOUSY PIECE O' SHIT!" He's about to reach out, grab an empty flagon and fling it at 'Colin' when Oliver's meaty fist slams into his gut and he suddenly doubles over. "hurk!" He's got the breath knocked out of him and so he gasps, "... Ch-cheat... Hrrg.. an' if.. *GASP* If yer gonna.. start a fight.. shout like.. a man.."

"No I'm pretty sure that guy isn't jerking off tonight!" Jung says after 'Colin' speaks up, pivoting her mostly empty glass at the door. She then bursts out into slightly off-key lengthy laughter, slapping Ibis lightly on the back as she does so.

'Colin' looks over at Raane and squints again. "Well if it isn't the guy who got the job. You're really doing the country proud, kid." He says drinking his beer. "Listen, I came here for a quiet night at the pub...Why don't you and your friends take this outside so you don't trash the pub." He says this as if he didn't wreck a pub or a hundred in his youth. This was not to say that Neil didn't fight anymore. It was more that Neil tended to try to end the fight outside so he could come back in a drink more in peace.

Colin looks over to Jung and sighs. Foreigners.

"'m big boned," Oliver mumbles with a hint of prickliness as his fist connects with Raane's midsection. He tries to grab the Irishman and hoist him over his own shoulder, with the intent of carrying him back to the table. "You're gettin' belligerent." There, he remembers the word now. "And I haven't finished my beer yet, so please wait until then at the very least." He is trying to be More Assertive, after all, and the alcohol he has in him already is helping his spine.

"Um..." Oliver, who feels a little bad about all of this, glances over at Shavi. "Do you need any help getting up, s-..m...sir? I'm sorry," he stammers, mistakenly thinking it was he who had knocked Shavi over, "I didn't mean to-" A chair slams into him from the side, and he looks around in mild confusion. Camille is fighting now, and so is Heero, and he's got a guy who is fighting him who he won't be able to hold for very long-indeed, he sets Raane down for a moment in the confusion of things, rather gently at that-and everything's going nuts. It is time, perhaps, to

RAISE

HIS

VOICE.

"*ahem.* EXCUSE ME. DID SOMEONE THROW THIS CHAIR?" He holds the big chair aloft with one hand, calling out to the entire bar at large as his raised voice booms across the pub. He isn't really trying to draw attention to himself!

But someone might be missing a chair.

At this poing she downs the rest of her drink in a glup.

"Excuse me my friends are about to leave me out of something!"

The Brazilian girl gets up from the bar give Kaz a amused look before she's almost leaping into to the fight and she says, R "HEY! What do you two think you are doing here?!" She seems to have taken offence at Jiron or Camille.

"You need to stop letting little words like this get to the either of you and you both need to behave more like the men you are!" She might be an inch away from joining the fight...

Well, it's nice to see that Raane would take time out of his BUSY SCHEDULE OF FIGHTING to try to help him up.

But not nice enough. But before Shavi can spitefully tell the Neo-Irishman to shove off, he's taken off by the fight he so thoughtfully abandoned for his sake.

Mixed feelings. Mixed, though mostly spite.

He struggles to his feet, casting a glance up (and up.. and up... and up) at Oliver. He nearly takes the man's hand, given he seems to be wobbling awfully on his feet, but then he, too, is taken back into FIGHT.

Another sigh, as blood stains his pristine white clothing, and Shavi straightens.

Chibodee missed what Colin said, so just looks confused at Jung's rejoinder. Oliver is much louder and draws his attention for a moment, though his only seeming reaction is to drink more of his beer.

Ibis weighs like fuck-all and change so when Jung slaps her on the back she pitches forward and nearly doubles over, and starts laughing for no reason at all. "Wow, I never knew Koji Kabuto liked men!" she giggles, loud enough for everyone who knows of that name to hear.

"KOJI IS GAY?!" Camille's voice rang out somewhere from the crowd, "I KNEW IT!!!"

"I know, right?!" Crockett yells back.

"... o-oi ..." Kazuma stares after Macua as she bolts her drink and goes off to accost her friends. Then he takes a look into her abandoned glass.

And shakes his head violently to clear it. "Man, what was *in* this drink?!" he asks nobody in particular, pouring a bit of his 'beer' into the empty glass and swirling it to try and collect some of the residue ...

Then drinks *that*. And nearly regrets it profoundly.

But if *he* nearly regrets it ... hoo boy. He sets both glasses back down on the bartop and goes after Macua.

Jung inwardly feels that little tee hee of mischief.

"Aw come on," she says, moving to sit down at the table next to Ibis, "He probably just picked a place. Or maybe we just saw a hookup, like, on accident, or maybe he's a VIP and that was his bodyguard?" She looks suspiciously at her empty glass then, as if it's betrayed her.

Logic sort of winds its way very slowly through Ibis' mind and she looks as though she has just figured out how to solve a very difficult puzzle as she ponders aloud. "I guess... he might not be. I guess." she says nowhere near as loud as before, and slumps into a chair just as one of those mounted deer heads goes flying over her dome.

Ibis scoots it closer to Jung and folds both hands over an empty mug. "Accidental hookup..." she murmurs aloud, as if weighing the possibility. "Yeah, I reckon you've got it. Damn, it's like college all over again."

Jiron slams into Camille, and then Oliver hits Camille, too, but from the other side. Jiron finds that though he is pretty much invincible, he is not immune to physics (right now), and the force of the mighty fat g--/big boned/ guy propels himself and Camille right into a wall. He bounces off of it and trips over the prone Camille and the hurtling Heero, falling flat on his face.

Jiron starts to push himself up and get back in the fight, grunting, "I'll show you! I'm not a--a melonhead!" He stumbles back to his feet. He had a few already, though apparently he's not so much 'slowed' as 'enraged.' He comes around, fists balled into... fists. "I'm a /man/!!" He starts swinging wildly, hamhanded blows of super Civilian strength. He doesn't notice Macua until he's introducing her to the trademark strike of the Sisters of Our Lady of the Immaculate Right Cross.

Chill, meanwhile, finally comes down, the little girl bouncing to a stop across the floor a short distance from the yelling trio of Jung, Chibodee and Ibis. She blinks owlishly a couple of times, and then notices she still has her glass and it is still full. She holds it up triumphantly.

The rest of the Sandrats have begun cheering in the background. They think this is /great/.

"Ibis, was it you or Chibodee who was like, does this place have food?" Jung asks after a thoughtful pause and watching a seven year old girl catch a beer. She assumes this is Irish tradition.

Ibis' face goes totally blank because it is pretty much her place to be the garbage-guts asking for food everywhere a party turns up, but... she doesn't remember it. Must be the drink.

"D...does it? I hope it does!" she exclaims. Her gaze follows Jung's, and she is mortified into silence.

Chibodee lifts his glass in toast to Chill's. That's what he's supposed to do, right?

ABSOLUTE CHAOS, BATTLE FOR ALL

And amid it all, the front door swings open, and a pale girl with free-flowing silver hair shows up, walks in, and takes a look around.

She hums, tipping her head slowly to one side and not looking really anywhere near as stunned by the chaos as you'd think.

Ah, Tessa thinks. Carousing with the men. She probably should have brought Melissa, she'd know what to do.

"You should totally call that girl over," Jung asides to Ibis, even as her phone beeps and she rolls her eyes again, drawing it out to see what the latest super important network update is.

"This is about a man's resolve!!" Camille shouts in response to Macua, finally stumbling free of his pinned prison; just in time to be knocked back down by a Heero-shaped missile before it flies out a window.

"What...what the hell was /that/?!"

Sounds were ringing in the Newtype's head, none of them good, but that wasn't enough to put him down!

Jiron's fist swings in, but for once Camille's space karate training kicks in: He catches the first blow and deflects it, opening up with a flurry of retaliatory strikes that only a Newtype could perform! Or something like that!

The reality is that Camille gets as good or better than he may give out as several of Jiron's blows find their marks, resulting in a more bruised, swollen face than Camille walked in with.

"Ungh..!" The youth staggered back, picking up the broken back end of a chair that had landed before him a sign from space god, "You bastard, i'll.." But aside from Jiron, another source of revenge catches his eye: The drunk, irish fuck who threw Ollie at him!

"DON'T THROW OLLIE! HE'S FROM THE MOON!!" Camille ran full tilt, right by Tessa's line of sight, swinging the chairback like an unwieldy cudgel at....Socker O'Hooligan?!

All Irish look alike to Camille.

Raane is still a bit dazed from the blow but he's coming out of it alright. Well enough that when Oliver hauls him past 'Colin', he squints at the other Irishman. A part of him is proud that he's been recognized. But... but.. "Hey! Come on! What kind o' Irishman are yeh?! It's St. Patrick's day! Day fer brawlin'!" It's true! Oliver's still got his hold on him, so evident by the fact that he's dangling so high up on the ground, "Woah.. woah.. this.. is really high.. Hey. Come on.. Put me down. Don't use.. use those big wordsh." He starts pounding a bit on the big man's back just at the same point as the chair hits him in the side. The ground is rushing up to meet him now as Oliver puts him down! "Oof." And then the big man raises his voice. "... ... Oooo... so yeh /can/ be a man!" He laughs, rather joyfully actually and struggles to stand. As people filter out, he spots Shavi across the way and grins cheekily at him. "Now /this/ is more like it." He struggles to stand up and then... stumbles halfway forward and perhaps tripping over Colin's barstool. "Hey! Why did yeh trip me?!"

This is really how sometimes friends get on pretty well, fighting draws the bonds of friendshipo closer at least that'show Macua might see it and WHAM MAcua takes a full out, Sisters of Our Lady of the Immaculate Right Cross. She reels back but thanks to having Folka training he she doesn't crumble like cardboard at lest. She seems a little dizzy then laughs. "OH FINE why didn't you say so! GUNDAM FIGHT READY GO!" She turns around to punch Jiron right back! With a machine god fist punch! Will Jiron Surive?! Clearly he will as he's a roach in terms of suriving things. But then she says, "MAN UP SOME MORE! IF THEY ENEMY PROVKES YOU LIKE THAT!" She yells before turning to attack Jiron again. At least Camille hasn't got Mac's agro at lest yet..., right?

Ibis Douglas, ace(?) pilot, drunkard, admirer of fine things, cannot hear Jung Freud because she is clearly so smitten with the mysterious girl with the pale hair and features making a quiet entry onto the scene that the comment soars right over her head. It takes Macua punching Jiron loud enough for the next country over to hear it to bring her out of her trance.

"Dammit--" she mumbles and rubs her face, "--I'm so sloshed. What wazzat, cap?"

The red blood staining Shavi's face and clothing hides the severity of his blush when Raane addresses him from the midst of his fight. "...." He lifts the shawl he wears to dab at the blood flowing from his nose, purposefully looking away from Raane and the violent nonsense occurring. He moves slowly back, away, hoping not to get further drawn into the fray.

No one claims the chair, and people are staring at Oliver.

The giant blushes, slowly sets the chair down and clears his throat. "Sorry." His voice has returned to the low mumble, though he can't help but notice EVERYONE AROUND HIM IS FIGHTING. Except that poor person who is still on the ground!

This time, he does crouch down to help Shavi stand back up, though his grip is a little strong and fast so it's more like he /pulls/ Shavi back up. It shouldn't really hurt, though. "Sorry, it just, things got out of hand? A little? I, um..." Glance left, chaos, glance right, chaos, glance at the menu...

"They have lemon pie here?!" Aaand all the chaos goes unnoticed as it swirls /around/ the big man who is suddenly in a wonderful mood and rather oblivious to it all, again. "I'll take two slices!"

Another chair hits him. He ignores this one.

"That girl over there!" Jung says, pointing with her free hand towards the inbound Tessa. She is frowning despite this, possibly at the updates from Major Chickenshit.

Chibodee looks where Jung is pointing. "Yeah, who is she?"

Ibis' phone buzzes and emits a message ringtone, which is just a canned voice clip of a deep-voiced fellow yelling 'Mail, motherfucker!'. Her gaze follows Jung's arm, though she is in much better spirits because she is ignoring all of these very important policy updates.

As American as apple pie and baseball combined, Ibis whistle sharply and starts waving over the mystery girl. She cranes her head Chibodee's way as she informs him that she has "No idea!"

Chill holds the glass up and toasts Chibodee, apparently confirming that this is the correct course of action. She stands up, turns to Jung, and toasts her, too, because it seems like fun.

Then she turns to Tessa, probably shouting her name and toasting her too. It's hard to tell. Being tiny doesn't really help with overcoming all the noise.

Jiron is surprised Camille knows space karate; he assumed he was just some stupid guy (or girl, with a name like that) trying to prove something. Jiron hardly flinches when he gets hit; he's apparently not very good at defending himself, believing that the best defense is swinging even more. He's obviously not formally trained in any kind of martial art that isn't included with dots of Assbeating. He's got one eye closed and his teeth gritted, swinging again... and then spinning, Camille having broken off to go after the Irishman.

And then Macua hits him. It sounds like a thunderclap; the noise might be a sonic boom triggered by the Gundam Fighter's fist passing through the air where Jiron's head used to be, the fruit-shaped skull propelled backwards by the force of the blow. He's knocked off his feet and slams into the chair Oliver just put down, rolling over it and pitching onto the floor.

Jiron promptly vaults to his feet in a stunning display of agility and charges Macua like a bull: that is, head-first and loudly.

"St. Patrick's day isn't fer brawlin'. You're the reason why people think this country is a joke." Colin/Socker shakes his head, feeling a tad out of place. And then a barstool hits him square in the back just as Raane talks. The former Gundam Fighter hits the front of the Bar, spilling the beer over the front of her shirt. He also looks back and sees his suit jacket torn.

The green eye of Colin O'Flynn narrow, feeling the anger swell inside of him....And then Raane trips into him, pushing the whole thing into motion. Suddenly without warning, Socker sends a quick upper cut toward Raane's jaw. "Yeh just had to ruin my evening'! WELL COME THEN!" He is already tearing off his jacket.

Kazuma winces as he sees Macua get punched, relaxing a bit as she takes it like a trooper - and tensing right back up as she dives into the fray. Either she really *is* drunk off her rocker, or ... actually, he's not sure what the 'or' is.

Not to mention that Jiron is fighting back. The best Kazuma can think of to do, now, is watch Macua's back and make sure nobody goes after her from behind to help Jiron - although Kazuma is slightly tempted to come to Jiron's assistance *anyway*.

Yeah, he's mostly focused on his girlfriend - but can you really blame him?

Jung rolls her eyes.

"Oi!" she calls towards the unidentified Tessa object.

Oliver's since acquired a double order of lemon pie and sits right there in the chair he set down earlier-the one Jiron tripped over, sorry, Jiron-apparently once again oblivious to all the chaos around him. He can stifle his social anxiety this way, with delicious delicious /food/ to help him ignore all the shouting and aggression and return to his psychological happy place. Pie pie pie pie...

Well, until all the rattling causes him to drop his pie right onto the floor, which prompts a blank stare and then a look of horror from poor Oliver. He twitches for a moment, looking like he's about to perhaps snap and rejoin the fight himself, and instead...

Tries to grab Camille by the collar with one hand and Jiron with the other. "Cut it ou-...stop figh-...cut it out-" Assert self, assert self!

"Can't we resolve this with a contest or something?!"

Well at least the big (really, really, really big) guy is something of a gentleman. Shavi is endeared by that (somehow unfitting) kindness he shows, but really, his entire FACE hurts a hell of a log and he leans heavily on his cane, the walking aid wobbling in his grip. He's getting a bit lightheaded-- it would be terrible if he fainted, wouldn't.. it....


 * thud*

Camille blitzes past. Tessa...sighs, shaking her head. Those boys! She raises her hand, waving her fingers a little to Chill. She came to celebrate whatever the hell Camille wanted to celebrate, but it seems she got here a little late. Still, it's good to see them so lively.

And then, a strident voice! She blinks over. Goodness, now there's a few faces she'd be in trouble if they recognized her. Which is why she doesn't even hesitate to wander over, stepping carefully to avoid tripping over bodies or floorboards or chairs are empty air. She waves, slightly. "Hello," she says. "It's quite lively in here tonight, isn't it?"

"It sure is!" Jung says, putting away her phone after murmuring a few words into it and extending a hand outwards. "Have a seat! I'm Jung, this is Chibodee, and /this/," her other hand goes to squeeze Ibis's shoulder, "is someone who wants to buy you a drink."

"Hi," Chibodee says to Theresa, finally finishing his beer. He puts the glass down and signals for another, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. This barfight is really something else. People are good 'n pissed about /something/. Chibodee's forgotten what started it.

"HA!!!" Camille laughed in triumph at the blow that hit Socker, "Take that, you damn-" Wait...Socker?! "Oh, shit! I'm sorr-urk!!"

Suddenly Camille was being dangled above the floor, feet kicking to no avail in the grip of Ollie's strength and gravity, "These assholes needed to get served! But..." Maybe some of the Moon Man's overbearing gentility was imposing itself on his Newtypiness, "Yeah well, I guess the last one to pass out drinking could be the winner."

He also notices Shavi's prone form on the floor, "What the hell is her problem?"

ALSO

"Hi Tessa!!" Camille waves, still being dangled by the larger SUMO pilot.

Ibis, whose totally sweet jacket is now god-knows-where in this insane crowd, cocks an eyebrow as she finishes muttering something into her phone and looks between Jung and Tessa with a confused kind of a glance. She has literally no idea what is going on by this point, but knows there's only one thing to do given the last couple of words she heard and the hand on her shoulder.

The firebrand redhead gives an affirmative nod and starts snapping her fingers and waving over someone whose paid profession is to dispense with the alcohol. "Hey~!" she crows. At Tessa, most likely, but also possibly to /anyone/ at this point.

It's likely best Kazuma doesn't try what Macua had, she may very well have feedback for a certain Mech Warrior later but for now she seems to be enjoying herself hoever he's now running at her, she's unawre of the poor Pie's fate as Ollie grabs Jiron by the collar as he's mid charge, and she's been leaping to jump kick him. She now over shoots flies over both andf slams into a table!

The Table loses the fight and goes crunch. She starts to get back up and shakes her head. "OH TESSA! HEy I had the best drink ever I think you'd like it!"

Raane shakes his head now that he's on his feet. He squints as Socker begins lecturing him. "... What do yeh mean /I/ am the reason why people think Ireland's a joke?!" Oh, you've done it now man! Former Ireland Gundam Fighter or not, no one gets away with insulting Raane! Well. Not in front of his face and so obviously.

He tripped the seat and fell into Colin who decided to respond by uppercutting him in the chin. "OW! This... THIS IS MORE LIKE IT!" He grins ferally and launches himself full bodied at 'Colin'. "Yeh got no right calin' yerself an Irishman yeh bloody traitor!"

He raises his fist and... goes for a kidney shot.

Ibis Douglas' action sensors go off and there is a totally brutal zoom-in as her tilts her head and she turns her attention, goldfish-like as it is, to the wicked uppercut that just went off in dramatic slow motion. This beats the hell out of Pay-Per-View. "Wow--" she gapes, "--some guy just got slam-jammed."

Colin/Socker turns to look at Camille, looking like a demon out of hell. He was looking so good but the beers from the previous pub and the tear in his jacker fuel this Irishman's rage. "SHUT YER MOUTH! THIS IS A BRAWL! GET YER SPIRIT IN IT!"

As he turns his head back, he is tackled by Raane, Neo Ireland's Gundam Fighter and given a critical blow to his kidney. Colin's face pulls in the pain, sucking it down before he responds by using his strength to attempt to toss Raane like a ragdoll toward the nearest wall.

"TRAITOR?! AT LEAST I'M NOT A FECKIN' -SELL OUT-!" Colin is already going for Raane again, ready to push this fight outside. "Why don't you call yer ma to pick you up before I show you how a real Irishman fights."

Colin has graduated to a quiet anger, glaring at Raane.

Chill wanders off with her drink, joining the Sandrats in the background of the battlefield.

Blume steals her glass off her head. Another fight ensues.

"RAAAHHHhhhuh--?" Jiron ends up hoisted by his own proverbial petard, held in the air by Oliver across from Camille. He tries to swing but just flails a little at air to no avail. Jiron loses a lot of his steam when he can't effectively continue the fight, kind of deflating though still a bit agitated. Olly's nature appears to be some kind of aura of peace.

Contest? Jiron knows precisely what to do! "...what about--"

SOME TIME AGO

<Radio: A - KathyChat> Captain Bright Noa transmits, "ZAKU DOES NOT BLOW UP THE WHITE BASE!"

NOW

"--uhhh, nevermind. Uh... why don't we settle this with Walker Machines!!" Beat. "...your idea is probably better."

"I think I know the problem here," Jung muses to herself and/or Chibodee.

"...A contest of drinking?" Oliver considers this, slowly setting both men down. Really, something nags at the back of his head suggesting /maybe/ this is not the best idea. But somehow it can't get through an odd impenetrable barrier, and never quite registers with the big guy. So instead, after a few seconds of thought, he smiles.

"Yes, that sounds great! It's not violent at all. So the person who can drink the most will have won...um, whatever." He sits down at the table and orders another tall beer himself, though he really only intends to judge and catch up on his own drinking.

Hooray sensible nonviolent solutions!

Well, first he stops to pick up poor Shavi and set him at a booth so he will hopefully wake up soon. You can choke on a nosebleed, after all.

This is getting increasingly crazy - and in the back of his head, there's a piece of Kazuma which LIKES this. He's no stranger to bar brawls, although he's usually completely sober when one breaks out - and it's usually for a more constructive reason than somebody simply getting pissed off.

Macua actually pauses in the fight and calls out to somebody named Tessa; Kazuma turns to look which way Macua's facing, then asks, "Macua, you feelin' okay?"

Considering she's been punched and slammed through a table, an unqualified 'yes' would be somewhat suspicious ...

Ibis slumps back in her seat with an armload of drinks that she did not actually order, but whatever, someone else is picking this tab up. She does not really catch Jung's comment but starts sliiiiding mugs of frothy green bullshit across the table regardless.

"Huh? I can't hear--" Ibis mumbles, trailing off as she tries to keep her hands working but they feel numb oh god this is all Heero and Koji's fault.

Tessa smiles politely at the greetings, pulling out a chair and sitting. "Jung," she greets. "Chibodee," nod. Wow, Crockett, here? What a way to meet people. And... ... "Miss," she supplies, smiling. "I'm..."

...sigh, people calling out to her.

"Tessa," she says, with a laugh, because well she can't really deny that. "Well, it's nice to meet you all." Smile! Uhm. "Do you...know why they're fighting?"

Jung has liquor dropped in front of her, totally cutting off her dramatic lead up. She picks up a green beer and says to this mysterious Tessa, "I think they're just having a tradition. So what brings you here?"

She also gently knees Ibis shortly after she remarks on deep political things on the radio. /God/, she thinks.

Raane's tuned out everything by now. He's just focusing on his fellow countryman; who's not even denying the fact that he's a traitor. In fact, he's airborne again as Socker is lifting up off the floor and his back is slamming against the wall. The wall ornaments rattle from the impact and he literally slides down along the wall until he hits the floor. He's going to be pretty black and blue come morning. "Ug..." He shakes his head as he tries to climb up to his feet and meets Socker's attempt to push with his hands raised upwards. There's a brief moment when he tries to wrestle the former Fighter into a standstill, legs braced a shoulder's width apart. "SELL OUT?! WHO THE FECK YEH CALLIN' A SELL OUT?!" Then he's out the door as Colin's strength manages to push him out and he lands on his back. "Yer a complete and bloody disgrace ta Ireland, that's what yeh are! I stepped out and I'll do what yeh can't do and bring some feckin' honor back ta this land!" He lifts his knee and tries to slam it into Colin's gut. He's fighting dirty.

The Zeta pilot is finally let down, also to a helping of more beer! "Okay then! I was starting to get thirsty." The epic battle between Socker and Raane rages on in the background as Camille tests his mettle against his fellow Argama pilots/part timers.


 * THUD*

And collapses facefirst into table under the strains of his injuries and mounting inebriation.

The Second Coming of Amuro Ray, everyone.

Ibis has absolutely no idea what that the kneeing was about, but is mostly done burbling random compliments onto the combined federation network for now anyway so it all works out. She glances hazily Jung's way with a confused kind of an expression in perfect tandem with the distant thud of Camille Bidan passing the hell out onto a table.

The thoroughly-pissed pilot also has no idea who Tessa would be even if you drew her a map. That's how good she is. "Oh!" she blurts out, attention having meandered back to the silver-haired girl at the table. "Tessa, was it? I'm--" a pause. Jesus, did she just forget her own name?

"Ibis D--Douglas! Welcome to, uhhh... yeah, great to meet you!"

"Hi," Chibodee says, not suspecting much of anything. He's drinking and watching people hit each other. Tessa isn't someone he has any real working knowledge of anyway.

"Oh, I went to school with some of the people here," Tessa says to Jung, smiling, gamely stating something that is in fact the truth. "Ooo, green? Oh, that's right! Gosh, I've been so busy, I forgot what day it is. But yes, some of them invited me out to have an evening with them." She looks over as Camille is thoroughly defeated, and the battle...ends? "Looks like I showed up just in time for the show, at least?"

"Miss Ibis, then," Tessa says with a smile.

Macua Huitl gets up a little wobbly and says, "Over names."

She looks to Kazuma. "No I m perfectly fine! Master Folka's training can be far far wworse!" She now dusts her self off and throws her jacket to Kazuma, and looks to find an empty table to get up on toi. "I guiess fighting isn't such a good idea tonight but I think Dancing would be a a great idea!"

"Well we're just really hanging out at this point," Jung says affably enough as she begins work on beer #4. Where is she storing it? Possibly in Ibis.

"Was your friend this sort of, a little middle eastern looking blonde man? Maybe twenty years old? Because if so I'm afraid his boyfriend picked him up."

Oliver watches Camille promptly keel over the moment the contest begins.

And turns to Jiron. "Let's have some pie."

Jiron sits down across from Camille, ready to begin the battle to the deat--to the /drunk/. He gets ready--


 * thunk*

Jiron's eyes follow Camille as he falls over. He stares for a moment, completely mute, his inebriated brain slowly sorting out what just happened here. He watches the puddle of drool begin to form.

He looks up at Oliver. "Okay. I like pie."

The two country men push each other, struggling for dominance. Finally, the fight is taken outside so the pub can live to see a fairly quiet night. Socker growls as he exits with Raane, preparing himself for a fight. This guy was clearly a pawn of the Federation and their warmongers.....But who wasn't a warmonger in this age of warfare? The Former Gundam Fighter narrows his eye as Raane start continuing on his rant about how he's a traitor. He is ready for anything---except being kneed in the stomach. He doubles over, wincing as the air comes out of him. He coughs before he can even speak."You're a fecking idiot. You think by fighting for the Federation you're Ireland's hero?! Selling out makes you the hero of Ireland? Why don't you just stop lying to yourself and call yourself the Neo-England Gundam Fighter."

As Socker/Colin finishes, he sends a quick jab toward Raane's gift of Irish gab---That's right. A nutshot. Now whose fighting dirty?

Was Ibis holding onto a drink for Jung? It's likely. It's possible. But who knows anymore, in this crazy, crazy world? Certainly not Ibis, who is too busy nodding and smiling super drunkenly at Tessa who she thinks is /super/ pretty, all while trying to furiously text someone on her phone but her clumsy digits make for slow going.

"Hey, didja see where that guy, uh... Geero Yuy or whatever went? He just kinda vanished... y'know, the one talking like a valley girl."

A pause.

"Was he with that blonde guy getting carried out? Ugh~."

Kazuma grins wryly at Macua. "Dancing it is, then ... but unless I miss my guess, you've had enough to drink with alcohol for tonight." He glances back at - oh wait, the glasses are gone? The bartender probably had something to do with that, so Kazuma doesn't worry about it ... except that he needs to pay for his drink.

"Be with you in a sec ..." He goes over to the bar and pays for his maybe-a-beer-maybe-not-really, plus a fairly generous tip as he inquires about where's a good place to take someone dancing ..

Now out in the cool Irish night, Raane starts to pick himself up off the ground while Socker's doubled over. He's curled his hands up into a fist and gets into a fighter's stance. Even if he's a 'pawn' of the Federation, that doesn't mean he doesn't have his pride. Fighting for Neo-Ireland isn't, for him, the same thing as being a 'warmonger'. It just happens that the Federation's paying him and he's gaining valuable skills that will help him in two years. His lips curl into a snarl. He's still insisting that he's selling out? He'll show him! And that's when Socker does something unspeakable. "DID YEH JUST CALL ME A BLEEDIN' BR-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW." It's now Raane's turn to double over as he clutches his crotch, "MY DADDYBAGS!" He yowls. He lies there still for a moment. Even when caught in a berserker rage at being called 'British', it's rather difficult to pick yourself up off the ground quickly when a man's punched you in the balls.

Socker stands over Raane and shakes his head. He isn't sorry he just punched the younger man in the junk. In fact, if Raane was fighting for real, he would've blocked those first.

"Before yeh fecking try to tell me that was a cheap shot, yeh best remember this is a fecking fight and yeh fight to win no matter what....Good Luck, yeh flecking idiot." He puts his hands into his pockets and begins for the door, keeping a a very casual speed just in case Raane restarts the fight with his words or comes running.

The Gundam Meister smiles slightly, laughing a little. He still had it in him.

"Oh, yes, that's one of them," Tessa confirms. "Boyfr--" she hears Ibis and then sputters, before snickering into her hand. "Is that what it looked like? Hm, I wonder..." she giggles. "I suppose they can seem that way at times!"

Not quite as red in the face as her hair, but getting close, Ibis is leaning on both elbows by this point and waggling her phone around conversationally as the person on the other end appears to have really tired of talking to her drunk ass.

"Oh, yeah!" giggles the hapless pilot, "It was like... so blatant. This tiny blonde guy just got carried on out by this huuuge other guy. All like, you know..." Ibis pauses. It's questionable whether /she/ knows, after saying that. "Not that I like... you know. Care about that kinda thing. 'cause I'm cool with it. Hundred and ten percent cool. All the way cool. Wow, I can't feel my face anymore."

Macua Huitl does have dancing on her min the problem is she's not waiting for KAzuma while he's going to pay for drinks. She's up on a table now and starting to dance, it's uncertain what the dance is but she's clearly having fun with it at this point!

A bar brawl isn't a real fight. At least not in Raane's mind. Though, he might have been trying to impress a certain someone who is currently passed out in a booth back in the bar. He's still curled up on the ground as Socker looms over him and lectures him again on what a fight's like. He snarls but the man is already out of reach by the time he's reaching out for his ankle. "Yeh.. bastard..." Slowly, painfully, he picks himself off the ground. "Next time, I'll kill yeh with me own hands and I'll bring yer sorry head in fer the bloody reward." But no, he's not going to go after Socker. He's going to lean against the bar for a while until the pain goes away and get really really drunk.

Where Johnny Ridden went is unclear. Almost as unclear as when he rearrived.

What /is/ clear is that he looks strangely haunted, his nice collared shirt is torn along the side, and there appears to be blood smeared across his hands.

The apparently traumatized man picks his way through the crowd, now thankfully thinned out as people begin to pass out or go home to plow, until he stumbles across the unconscious Camille. Well, hell... isn't this what he came to /prevent?/ At least before...

Johnny shudders briefly in recollection, and then rolls Camille over and begins lifting him onto his shoulders. Alright, here's one... "Heero?" he calls into the crowd, as he settles Camille over his shoulder. "Heero, where are you?"

Oh, God, he lost Heero. (RIP Heero's player forever)

Oliver gives a wave to Johnny Ridden, next to a stack of plates. He looks to be in a happy place.

"Take care of him, okay? He gets a little aggressive when he drinks."

At least he's still conscious.

Kazuma is pretty sure the tables aren't designated for dancing - although nobody's stopping Macua, and dammit, she looks good doing that.

That's his girlfriend, folks. And he's just fuzzy enough to say it out loud.

"That, ladies and gentlemen, is *my* girlfriend," he announces to everyone still in the bar, conscious, and paying attention. "Macua Huitl, Gundam Fighter for Neo-Brazil, *hottest girl in the Earth Sphere.*"

And with a very proud grin, he walks over to the table she's dancing on and reaches up to her. "C'mon, let's find a real dance club while the night's still young. We have moves to teach each other."

Well, Oliver's still alive. That's a good sign, at least; he almost certainly wouldn't let a cop or something walk off with Heero.

"Oliver!" the Crimson Lightning calls back to the Mooninite, shuffling a little closer to him, Camille in tow. "Have you seen Heero? I'm worried that he-"

That is about as far as he gets before he sees the unconscious Shavi. "Oh, my God," Johnny groans, reaching up to rub at his forehead. "Did Camille hit him again?"

Oh, poor Shavi hasn't woken up yet! Oliver rubs the back of his head, looking both concerned and drunk at the same time. "He passed out-not from drinkin', though. I think he was having a rough time of it, but I'm 'fraid I don't know who he is. Heero..."

He blinks, and then shakes his head. "I'm sorry, don't know where Heero went...I think he might be a lightweight, sir."

Raane staggers towards Oliver, obviously a bit in pain and he looks at Ridden and then Oliver, "Just.. once. I'll take 'em." He makes a face, "We're.. old friends... I'll take care o' 'em."

"Well, it was much more... hectic here, than I expected," Johnny admits to Oliver. He figured the kids would get sauced and sit around and giggle, but in actuality what transpired was something that, at least in Zeon, he is pretty sure would legally count as a riot.

And then Raane comes staggering up, and Johnny's shoulders tense. Is this guy going to try to start something, again, or is--

Oh, thank God. "Thank you," the Crimson Lightning sighs. "I didn't want to leave him here, but wasn't looking forward to taking him to the police. My friends and I..."

Johnny pauses, his eyes flitting to Oliver, and then he looks back to Raane and flashes a thin smile. "... we have some, ah, outstanding parking tickets," he explains, a little sheepishly.

Macua Huitl is dancing away she's having fun with it, she pauses at KAzuma for a moment stops. She pauses looks down at Kazuma for a moment as she's reched up to and shes is clearly buzzed if not more at this point. She seems to resti as she contiunes to dance but she turns a little bright red. More from the flattery or the compliments than any sense of shame. She finall sighs stops and climbs down.

"Fine! Fine! we'll go." She hops off and grabs Kazuma and pulls him along!

Raane blinks and looks between Johnny and Oliver for a moment before he starts chuckling, "Parkin' tickets eh? Yeah... that'd suck gettin' brought in.." He moves to take Shavi out of the booth, "Yeh two take care okay?" He pauses and then grins, "No harm feelin's fer the brawl eh?" He looks back at Oliver. "I still think I know yeh... we'll figure it out later..."

"There was a fight for...reasons I didn't figure out," Oliver admits. When Raane staggers over, though, his eyes widen a little as he hopes the guy is not here to start /another/ fight. Olly just ate, he has even less desire to brawl now! But instead, Raane just wants his friend back.

"Oh, y-yes," the young guard agrees as he rises (swaying just a little,) "by all means! He probably just needs some rest 'n an ice pack and a hot meal."

From here, he turns to follow Johnny, possibly with Jiron in tow if need be.

Kazuma needs little urging, following along behind Macua as he waves to everyone else in the bar. "Happy Saint Patrick's Day!" he calls out as they make their way to the door, and out into the festive night ...

He glances over his shoulder and tries to process that last line from Raane. "Know me? Um...s'possible but unlikely, I..."

OH CRAP IT'S THAT GUY.

"We'll figure it out later," he agrees quickly on his way out.

With Oliver, Camille, and Jiron reclaimed, Johnny Ridden practically scampers - /scampers/ - out of the bar.

Heero can only be assumed to be MIA. There's no helping it.