the billboard top 100 hit single for the beginning of august was "rude"

[notahobby]

Who: Future Alpha Force and anyone who ends up drinking with them
Where: some bar, somewhere
When: backdated to the night after they arrive (August 3rd)
What: Alpha Force realizes that they have a few days before they have a dystopia-inducing event to prevent, so they elect to have some alcohol
Warnings: drinking, awfulness, etc

[Having realized that they're stuck in the past for a few days before they actually need to do anything, Max and Chris quickly decided that a night on the town was in order. Alcohol isn't inaccessible in the future, but it's certainly more fun in the present and there's a bit of a buzz in the team. Whether it's renewed hope or nerves, there's a bit more energy among them, so why not add some beer to the equation?]

[Max finds the bar. It's not a nice bar, by any means, but it's the perfect size for the team to tuck itself cozily into one corner, pushing tables together so they can pass pitchers up and down with ease. It's also quiet - the bartenders don't seem the type to tweet out the location of the time travelers, but that certainly doesn't mean word isn't going to somehow get out. When they arrive, it's still early enough that the bar is serving burgers and the music isn't too loud yet, but that will all change soon enough.]

[ooc: this can be party style or WHATEVER. GO NUTS.]

Comments

max, open to everyone

[notahobby]

[Max got nachos. They have every topping you can imagine on them, with dips off to the side. He's balancing plate on one hand, and in the other is a pitcher of beer, both of which he sets down slowly so as not to spill anything. There's an implicit invitation for anyone to have some, since it's been a communal meal since they arrived, but he won't hesitate to put a hard light dome over the platter if they start disappearing too quickly.]

[hellacold]

[jon is nursing a scotch (a real scotch, from scotland) and periodically stealing nachos.]

Let me know if you get tired of the beer on tap.

[notahobby]

[Max gives him a smirk as he pours himself another glass of beer.]

I'm not picky. This is fine.

[hellacold]

[jon raises his eyebrows in judgement and sips his scotch.]

[notahobby]

[Max swallows a mouthful of beer, rolling his eyes a little.]

'M I supposed to be drinking scotch, then?

[hellacold]

[jon shrugs.]

It's a long way to go for Bud Lite.

[notahobby]

[He takes a bite from a nacho, smirking again.]

You gonna do something about it, then?

[hellacold]

[jon sighs and heaves himself up from the table. he walks over to the bar and lingers a minute, taking to the bartender, before he returns with an old fashioned, which he sets in front of max, and sits back down with an air of thinly veiled smugness.]

[notahobby]

[Max raises an eyebrow at Jon as he takes a sip from the glass, and then he grins.]

Yeah, alright. [He concedes.]

Miko, OTA

[pullingamiko]

Holy shit, guys, they've got chili fries. Like, with meat that hasn't been paste in a can for eight years. [Miko drops the platter fairly carelessly on the table and slides into a seat, grabbing the handle of an apparently randomly-selected pitcher with a click of metal on plastic.] I'd say this is worth it already.