<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br/>"CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG" The other pilots around her are chanting as she desperately drinks as fast as she can from the overfilled pitcher of beer, more then a little of the amber liquid is running down her chin to splash across her bra clad chest but in these drinking games that is hardly a crime. As long as everyone ends up completely smashed really fast, and from the scattering of bottles, empty shot glasses and little smoking cigarette butts that probably contains more then just nicotine the small group is well on the way.<br/><br/>If asked she can honesty say she has no idea when her jacket came off, probably some time after the third hit of the Blue Crystal. Blue Crystal, the latest in designer drugs meant to fuck you up real fast but also bring you back down fast. Perfect for those with limited time to mess themselves up, or in her case.. limited time before she is supposed to meet her new commander. It is almost a shame that she will be shipping off this rock soon, the booze and the drugs here are cheap, plentiful and the men are .. well.. it is no big surprise that most mercs are men.. and lonely. Sure there are plenty of young gorgeous (and many not so young and gorgeous) who are willing to spend some time with you in exchange for some money, but in her experience they seem more relaxed among their own kind. Never mind she has no real experience with her mech, something they make fun of constantly calling her the rookie, newbie, young blood, and other.. less.. savory titles.<br/><br/>"argh fucking ratpiss!" She slams the mostly empty pitcher down and belches unladylike but no one seems to care, probably because all the spilled beer is making her bra semi seethrough, or perhaps because they are all just as stoned as she is. "Alright John, your turn!" She glares at the man across from her who she has been competing with to see who can drink the most, she really hopes he will give up soon. Her bladder feels like it is about to burst, and there was something important she was going to be doing. Or was there? She can't remember, not with the music pumping loudly, the booze and drugs coursing through her body making her sway back and fourth while humming along with the lyrics.<br/><br/>"I always said I wanted to die smiling, to pretend I'm at peace.<br/>Now from my corpse beams a frigid, blank grin and once hopeful eyes are sunken in.<br/>Like a lullaby to the cradle is the eulogy to the casket."<br/><br/>John looks at her and shakes his head, "you are a sick pup. Lets up the ante eh? Brain smasher shots? If i can take five of them you suck my cock, right here?" The statement is followed by cheering from the other men and the young redhead just nods. "you are on grandpa". John grins and downs the first of the hellishly vile shots while trying to not stare as Elizabeth leans forward licking her lips in a very seductive way, "tastes like honey." he lies as his callused hand grips the second shot and gulps it down with a loud gasp as the drink that many would prefer to use to degrease their engines then drink. But none in this group of friends care much for braincells, only about the next party. "Almost as sweet as you sugartits." The onlookers chuckle as it is very clear he is struggling but the thought of those nice plump lips around his lonely cock, the third shot goes down even as he is dreaming about her tongue slowly swirling around the shaft. "gah who was the idiot that agreed to this?" he coughs violently and reaches for number four hoping to hide the rising bile with more of the same liquid death.<br/><br/>"you... you.. are..fuck!" he clamps his hand over his mouth and staggers to the mensroom to throw up loudly, "sorry grandpa. Nesht time I am here we can have a rematch." Her own words more then a little slurred as she grabs her shining latex jacket and slips it on, the few still working braincells managed to stage a little coup and seem to have barricaded themselves in the control room with the partying braincells slowly drinking themselves to death outside. "Cant keep the new boos.. waiting.. good impression and all... *hick*" One hand slams into her firm ass as a goodbye from her drinking buddies as she staggers out with a little wave at them and the bartender who has been her enabler for so long. "Be shafe Mack! Get more of those Blue shtuffs.. they are good." Yeah, more then a little drunk from her slurring she staggers outside to take a peek at her ale soaked note, "Coolant .. leek... funny vegetable." She grins at her own crooked handwriting and starts walking, her knee high fuck me boots clicking against the heavy road. Normally a road isn't made this wide or solid but when it isn't all to uncommon for mechs having to take the side roads in order to get anywhere they have to be made very sturdy, a regular road would be turned into nothing more then churned up mess by even one of the smaller mechs.<br/><br/>"Fuck.. cops." she quickly tries to very unsuccessfully hide as two dragoons seem to usher a man inside..wait.. what?! Sentence to drink? That's a new one, perhaps she should get herself caught a few times if that is the punishment these days. "Men, take this woman to the nearest bar and make sure she gets shitfaced." Yupp, she can do with a sentence like that.<br/><br/>"Ok.. breathe.. in.. out..in ... out.. sober.. sober.." she slaps herself hard a few times across the face to try and clear her fuzzy head, at least the high is mostly gone but all that booze.. and she still forgot to go visit the ladies. Crap! No wonder it was uncomfortable to get here, shit shit shit. As she ponders what to do, while crossing and uncrossing her legs several times in the age old I need to pee dance she digs out a very flavorful chewing gum and pops into her mouth to hide the worst of the ale stench. "Think.. think... oh.. I GOT IT!" A man turns to look at her as she exclaims that loudly, paying him no heed she darts across the street to a small place that sells freshly roasted coffee, and a not so quick visit to their restroom she is feeling much better about herself.<br/><br/>"Ah.. coffee.. you and me pal.. stick with me and I will take you places, yes sureeeee. You and me and my spindly little mech against the clan filth." Sipping the piping hot coffee she enters the Coolant Leak to try and find the one she was sent to report to, truth to be told she didn't much pay attention to her orders so it is perhaps fortuitous that her eyes land on the lovely redhead in the jumpsuit.. and that cleavage.. oh my.. now THAT is a good way to sober up. And hey if it isn't the criminal she saw being led in, and.. sweeeet.. he is doing the searching for her. Now all she has to do is make sure that is in deed the one she needs to find and she doesn't even have to look like a complete idiot doing it. This day is going from fantastic to great, now all she has to do is not stink too much of booze and.. have a little but more luck for once.<br/><br/><br/><br/>