A Bar in Baltimore, Saturday Evening

[myownface]

If anybody were to ask Sparkle, he'd happily tell them that the last person he ever figured he'd be going for drinks with was Seivarden. Like. Ever. He'd also admit that he'd put more time than he had ever figured he would into picking a bar they could both probably enjoy, something with live blues music on Saturdays that still didn't get too rowdy. He had no idea what kind of music Seivarden liked if she even did, admittedly. Mostly he just wanted some sort of guaranteed background noise, in case whatever drunken conversation they had turned into something weird.

They lived on Fandom Island. That was always a pretty good possibility.

"Huh," he said as he stepped in and looked around for an empty table. "Cozy."

It was that sort of bar that always kind of felt like it was being lit by the streetlights outside, with the occasional neon sign or dim lamp doing the rest of the work, though the light on the singer at the stage was doing wonders to brighten it up the slightest bit, too.

"What do you think, Seivarden? How's this for tonight's drinking establishment?"

All the other places Sparkle knew were gay bars and dance clubs. So.

[OOC: For one!]

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[myownface]

"Something to mix with," Sparkle said, scratching the back of his neck. "I'd try some first, though. I mean, decide if you want to mix it with anything, first. Most bars only keep soda on tap, but they might have something in cans, too."

He was seriously just facepalming, internally.

[1000yearstoolate]

The bartender had clearly overheard that and placed two bottles of soda on the counter. "On the house."

They had just bought a whole bottle after all.

"Thank you," Seivarden said politely with a nod. She picked up the bottles and headed back to their table, again not waiting for Sparkle.

[myownface]

Sparkle lingered for a moment just to mouth a slightly more desperate 'thank you' to the bartender, and then shrugged and followed along behind again.

How was this his life?

"So, uh," he glanced at the whole damn bottle of whiskey, and then back to Seivarden. "Rough week, huh?"

Call it a hunch.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I don't want to talk about it," Seivarden said firmly. She filled Sparkle's glass and then her own, and then downed it. Blinking, she coughed a little.

"Not bad, although I've had better arrack."

[myownface]

Sparkle was sort of going to just pace himself with his whiskey, thanks. He picked up his glass and took a sip.

Hey, it was damn good, compared to some of the crap he used to drink.

"Sounds like it gave you a good kick, though," he observed. "I figured that was what you were looking for."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden filled up her glass again, but sipped too this time.

"Yes. Good choice."

She looked into her glass for a moment, then raised her gaze, smiling. "So where do you usually go out for drinks?"

[myownface]

"What, me?" Sparkle grinned faintly and shrugged, lifting his glass and taking another sip. "Louder, darker, busier places than this, usually. It depends on the mood, and if I'm with anybody. I figured we should probably start with something quieter before I drag you to, like, my favourite gay bar or something."

For reasons including but not limited to a whole lot of things that could go terribly wrong if Seivarden started fucking up pronouns in a place that attracted trans folk looking for a safe space to socialize.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Oh, we have those kind of places where I'm from too," she said, not really noticing the words gay bar. "I'm glad you chose somewhere where we can talk."

Because standing in a noisy place with Sparkle and not being able to talk was worse than having an awkward conversation.

[myownface]

Sparkle gave an easy shrug.

"I mean, if you wanted to go to a dance club or something, you would have invited me dancing," he noted. "You wanted a drink. This is the sort of place you go for a drink."

[1000yearstoolate]

Sparkle got a nod in reply. "Maybe dancing is more popular here," she mused. "Or maybe that's never been something I've enjoyed much." She shrugged lightly. "This is nicer than some of the places you find on those dull, provincial stations you end up having to spend your leave on."

She drank from her glass, more than a sip this time.

[myownface]

"Never been to any of those stations," Sparkle mused, taking another mouthful. "Been to a few more questionable cantinas in my roommate's galaxy, but I think you'd probably like those even less than the dance clubs."

Unless Seivarden liked Twi'lek dancers.

And let's be real, who didn't like Twi'lek dancers?

[1000yearstoolate]

"Oh? Why?" Seivarden could guess, but why not let Sparkle explain? She smiled, enjoying the effects of the alcohol.

[myownface]

Sparkle made an amused snorting sound.

"The kind of bar that's more worried about entertaining its patrons than it is about, like, cleaning the glasses you're drinking out of?" He grinned and took another mouthful of whiskey. "Come on, seriously, you'd hate it. It's great."

[1000yearstoolate]

"You're right, I'd hate it," Seivarden said, filling up Sparkle's glass. "I'm glad we're here instead."

[myownface]

Sparkle blinked down at the glass, and then sighed, though he was grinning a bit.

So much for topping that off with Coke, huh?

"It's a nice place so far," he decided. "I'm liking the music. Very groovy."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I have no idea what groovy means," Seivarden said. "I assume it's good at least?"

She emptied her second glass and reached for the bottle to fill it up. "It's strange though, I understand people here much better than when I woke up from the suspension pod. Maybe it's a multiverse thing? Because I really couldn't, they didn't make sense at all, and my implants were to old so station couldn't translate, although it might just have been that horrible, provincial place, you should have seen the bars, they might have been to your taste."

[myownface]

"Groovy, you know? Like..." He wiggled a little in his seat, to the beat of the music. "Like, when you... I don't know. Groove."

Very helpful, Sparkle.

"But... I mean, that sounds like a multiverse thing to me, you know? We've got people from so many different realities, times, galaxies, different universes, and I haven't met a single one I can't just sit down and talk to, bullshit with over drinks, that sort of thing. Got a life goal of drinking in seedy bars anywhere I can, though."

Which, knowing his luck, would turn into a life goal of being shot at in seedy bars everywhere, too.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden just looked at Sparkle wiggling. She clearly didn't get it.

"That's... good. Fuck, I hated that, not being able to understand what anyone said. It gets... complicated."

She straightened herself a little. "But I'm sure I could find you plenty of bad bars in my universe. Especially outside the Radch. They are worse there... But I can't go back, so..."

She took a sip again, deliberately trying not to drink too fast now.

[myownface]

"So," Sparkle agreed, as if that on its own was enough of a point, right there. "Hey. Maybe someday. Fandom never holds on to anybody forever. Not really."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I hope you're right," Seivarden replied. "Not that I have much to go back to. You know, I can't get my old job back because my aptitude data is out of date, and I know I did lose my ship, but there should be something better..."

She shook her head, reaching for her glass again.

"Let's talk about something else. Tell me something about yourself."

[myownface]

Sparkle was taking mental notes, here.

Lost her ship. Lost her everything. Thrown out of time...

"About me, huh?" He pursed his lips a moment, and then laughed. "God, what even is there to me? I mean, been on the island since I was like fifteen? Keep ending up back there. By choice. Stupid, right?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"You must have a reason," Seivarden said, raising an eyebrow. "I can't imagine what your home is like if you prefer Fandom."

[myownface]

"Home's fine." Sparkle shrugged and downed a rather large swig of whiskey. "Home's... like. It's like Baltimore, sort of. Big Earth city. It's fine. Cold in the wintertime, though."

[1000yearstoolate]

Sparkle didn't seem to want to talk about himself, Seivarden had noted by now. It wasn't much that she could do about that, though, but it would have talking a bit easier.

"Space stations are more comfortable, I suppose," she said with a shrug. "Good climate, Station makes everything work. I'm talking about Radchaai ones of course. Even if the provincial ones are terrible in other ways. And frankly, they can be a bit boring. What do you do during the cold winters?"

[myownface]

Sparkle laughed. It wasn't even necessarily a genuine laugh. It was rough around the edges, a little sharp. He washed it down with another mouthful of whiskey. A bigger mouthful of whiskey.

It burned. It was a welcome burn.

"During the cold winters, you stay warm, or you die. For some people, that's almost a full time job all on its own."

Almost, but not entirely, and the sort of endless nothing that he'd had to fill his time during those hardest winters had led to him making some stupid choices. Boredom was almost as bad as desperation, in those times. At least people understood desperation. They never seemed to be able to relate to the maddening boredom that came in those hours not actively spent just surviving.

Of course they couldn't.