[RP - Bar] On Board the Yacht

[shalimarfox]

Shalimar weaved her way through the crowd effortlessly. Her sense of direction not only helped her but it was a blessing in tight spots like this one. With Emma's hand grip locked onto her wrist and Frank rounding out the odd string of people that they had become Shalimar made no haste in finding their way to the bar. As luck would have it there was a small area that just opened up along the bartop and the three of them had gotten there just in time.

"See and you thought we were going to be late! My flying is top notch these days, even with the slight bit of turbulence that we hit it wasn't that bad!" Shal winced away from the slight pinch on her side that Emma was giving her, but truth be told it was the least of her worries when it came to Emma. When a girl can project images of whatever she wanted into your mind? That would be a bigger issue to worry about. However Shal wasn't concerned with that she was more concerned with making sure that Frank was between her and Emma.

Shalimar finally got the attention of the bartender and ordered a round for the three of them. Spinning to face the rest of the crowd Shalimar leaned her elbows up onto the bar and scanned the crowd for familiar faces. It was odd, because some of them she actually recognized from the New Years party. Not that any of them would remember Emma and her, but if they did it would have been a pleasant surprise.

"Few familiar faces, too bad we have no names to put with them." Shal remarked as she turned back around in time to take her drink into her hand. Lifting her glass to Frank and Emma she toasted the night, "To crashing parties and taking names!"

[open to Emma and Frank of course who are at the bar. Anyone and I mean anyone else is welcome to join them. Emma and Shalimar were at the New Years Party but left early to cause trouble elsewhere.]

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[emma-delauro.livejournal.com]

Emma greedily requested her alcohol, deciding on an amaretto sour then throwing it back like a shot and requesting another. Open bar? Yes, thx. More alcohol plz.

"Yeah, I kinda remember some of these people. I also remember you skidding across the deck on that other yacht and nearly going overboard." She smirked at Shal, then clinked her glass against the other two. "To drinking more than you should and being okay with looking like an ass!!" Emma did make a mental note to not being Annoying Drunk Girl™

Frank seemed to be hanging back, and since Emma was determined to have a good time, she was going to be sure Frank did too [you freakin' gutterbrains]. "So, you're going to unwind and show us that crazy side that has to be lurking in there somewhere, right? Because it's going to be necessary to keep up with us tonight." She grinned, then sipped on her drink.

[franktaylor.livejournal.com]

Frank couldn't help but smile at both women, still trying to get over the whole flying bit...it had been one hell of a trip, more spectacular than he'd expected given Shalimar's flying and...well, the plane itself.

But now he was sandwiched between both...*beautiful* women again, and being encouraged to drink and live it up. Which, he hadn't done in years.

Something told him these girls just might be the best damn thing that had happened to him since Julia.

Toasting Shal with a smile, he glanced over at Emma's comment and laughed. "Well, I sure seem to be starting to be muscled into having fun...I mean, are you two *trying* to get me drunk and into bed? 'Cause you keep plying me with liquor, and I'm forever sandwiched between you two...I think you've got an evil master plan." he joked with a nod before signalling the bartender for a beer.

[shalimar]

Shal laughed at Emma's reminder of the last yacht party, which probably wasn't one that was easy to forget. The way things were going it seemed that this was actually going to top that one, which was completely acceptable with Shal. "True I did end up on my ass, but it was still a good nite, and this time we stayed on the boat long enough for it to leave the dock. New record for us."

Her smile did have a hint of danger in it as she glanced to Frank in regards to his drunk and in bed remark. Dropping the danger and playing innocence she sipped on the straw to her drink and batted her eyelashes at him, "I have no clue whatever you could be suggesting Mr. Taylor. Why we are just simple country girls who've ne'er been to the big city is all." Her voice had a subtle country naivity to it but her hand slinking onto his thigh? Yeah that's not country charm, that's feral vixen-ey behavior there. The key point to it is that she doesn't even act like she noticed she did it. Why her hand must have acted all on it's own!

[emma-delauro.livejournal.com]

She and Shalimar were a force to be reckoned with, and add alcohol? Hi, slut factor 5, without the sleeping around. And Emma didn't miss the 'drunk and into bed' comment either. She raised an eyebrow, watching Shal make her oh-so-incognito move. She has bigger balls than Adam, Jesse, and Brennan combined.

"And the answer to your little inquiry would be a resounding yes. We're cooped up with boys we consider family. You get girls like us all riled up and things are bound to happen." Plus, the fact that they'd been bored to tears for weeks wasn't helping in the going a little overboard department. Wait, that might not be a good sentence to utter while they're on a boat..

Emma leaned in toward Frank until her lips were a few inches from his ear, lowering her voice to a whisper. "We'll get you unwound. Trust me." She moved back again, winking and taking a long sip from her drink until it made a hollow slurping noise. "And I'm on number 3."

[franktaylor.livejournal.com]

Looking at this girl smile was like watching the cat who was *about* to swallow the canary...and if that hand on his leg was any indication, tonight HE was going to be the little yellow bird in question.

Then Emma started in and Frank couldn't help but feel...good. DAMN good. And the best part was the fact that, for once, there were no other voices to listen to besides the ones of the partygoers around him and the redhead with her lips to his ear and a big grin on her face. His beer hadn't turned to blood, things weren't flying around the room, and the air was blessedly warm with the press of bodies and the balmy California air...

//If only Marcus could see you now.// he thought with a grin as he took another swig of his beer, shooting a warm look at Emma, then Shalimar. And Jess...

...he wasn't going to think about her now. Jess had moved on...he had, too.

Unable to resist a grin, Frank drained half his beer in a couple of big swallows, laughing as he set the bottle down again. "Then I guess I got some catching up to do." he replied to Emma with a broad grin.

[shalimar]

Unwound wasn't quite the 'un' word Shalimar had been thinking of, but it was at least a start. With her free hand she waved the bartender over and signaled for three more drinks and glanced to see if anyone else around them was ready for a refill. Most of them seemed happy in their own little world of discussions, but she still didn't want to be rude. The new round of drinks on it's way to them Shal made sure to keep her eyes moving from Franks to Emma's with the occasional glance shared between Emma and her that usually signaled that they knew just how in over their heads they were... again.

Drinks were up and Shal was already starting on hers, Emma was a drinker and of course usually ended up too drunk too fast, but that usually was half the fun. Maybe it was Shal's metabolism or just the pace she had, but usually she kept herself pretty even, except when she's falling onto the floor of a yacht. With present company now an interesting addition to the drunken follies of Shalimar and Emma, she might be on better behavior... might.

"See and here you were going to hang out in that dank bar in Vegas all night long if we hadn't come along." She gave his upper thigh a gentle squeeze to give her sentence a bit of punctuation.

[emma-delauro.livejournal.com]

Emma was distracto girl, looking around the room for people to try to rope into their little pocket of fun. When no one seemed interesting, she gave a fake pout and turned back to Shalimar and Frank. "It looks like we're going to be making our own fun. Everyone here seems otherwise occupied, or just.. not interesting." Sluuuuuuuuuuurp. Emma looked down at her nearly empty glass, and laughed. "Okay, gotta slow down or you'll be peeling me off the floor." The lack of food and the freakout earlier were allowing the alcohol to hit her pretty quick, and since they weren't the weakest of drinks, Emma might be slurring her shit soon.

She shimmied past Frank, grabbing his wrist then scooting around behind him to grab Shalimar's. They were now going to be touring the yacht. Yes. They are. Ha. Let's see if they find something entertaining.