[... this is going to be awkward and painful and natalie is going to kill her when she wakes up after sleeping this alcohol off.
but natalie's clearly drunk off her ass, in a bar somewhere, with a bouncer who does not sound like a good person, loudly talking on the communicator and going far too close for Nightingale's comfort to loudly admitting to being underage. and for all their poor life choices, nightingale really does still care about her. a lot.]
Where are you at? I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't drink too much more until I get there, okay?
[god this is so awkward and stupid and terrible but she's going to throw her uniform on and start running to the ships to get down there as soon as she can.]
[when she makes it, she'll find opal sitting at the bar inside the specified restaurant, sipping at something fairly large. She waves, clumsy and tipsy.]
What are you talking about? I thought you came so we could party! Come on, sit down. How often do you get to go to a... a alien bar? So cool, Nightingale.
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but natalie's clearly drunk off her ass, in a bar somewhere, with a bouncer who does not sound like a good person, loudly talking on the communicator and going far too close for Nightingale's comfort to loudly admitting to being underage. and for all their poor life choices, nightingale really does still care about her. a lot.]
Where are you at? I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't drink too much more until I get there, okay?
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[a pause of a few moments, before she gives nightingale the name of the bar.]
Come see me soon, okay? I miss you.
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[god this is so awkward and stupid and terrible but she's going to throw her uniform on and start running to the ships to get down there as soon as she can.]
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Hey, Nightingale!
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Hey. Sorry, I came as fast as I could. Are you- How much have you had to drink?
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[she waves a hand, the enthusiasm with which she does so making it a much larger gesture than it would be normally]
I'm fiiiine. S'not like I'm paying. God, I love being a girl, flirting gets you sooo far.
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[meanwhile, she's just going to try very hard to squash the feelings of jealousy, because seriously, nightingale, what the fuck is wrong with you.]
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Hey, hey, Nightingale.
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What is it?
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[hands her the drink a little clumsily; some splashes over the edge of the glass]
Shit. Uh - you have to try this, though. It's so good.
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a glass of water.]
Here. Drink this.
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