[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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[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.