Deadbeat Stripper Moms, JARO and MACK

[Daniel Jankovich]

Friday night. Janks and Jaro had decided it would be a good night to get hammered, seeing as he had shit he need to work through and Janks hadn't had a drink in like three days. So, there they were. In the lower decks where the crew members had set up their own private bar. Everybody knew but seeing as how the XO frequented it, it wasn't getting shut down any time soon.

"Alright, alright. If you were laying between the HOTTEST girl you've ever met in your life, and a big hairy gay guy, who do you turn your back to?" Janks said and took a shot, his smile rough as he fought a back a grimace.

[Jaro Hawke]

There were so many productive ways to kill an evening.

Drinking...wasn't one of them.

But it was fun, and Jaro wasn't going to say no because he had Investigative work to do in the morning. Besides, he had this weird suspicion that Janks had a 'problem' with alcohol, and he wasn’t sure that the Best Friend course of action was in such circumstances...

You know, besides actually enabling Janks to drink more. Like he was currently doing! Best friends!

He downed a shot of moonshine. “Depends,” he grinned. “Who has more money?”

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

"Titillating subject matter, as always."

She was here to pay a debt, and she didn't like that, and it showed in her face. She was still grappling with the knowledge that Janks had beat her in something. Losing was not a taste she knew well.

Sitting down, she waited to hear the conclusion of the retarded question and answer session. Then she'd find out what drink the idiot wanted.

[Daniel Jankovich]

They were sitting at a corner so the three of them would have an easier time communicating. Rather, Janks could make faces at both people at the same time. To Mack's comment Janks pointed at her and made a face before turning his head back to Jaro.

"Probably the gay guy if you've somehow wound up in bed with him and this chick."

[Jaro Hawke]

Jaro ignored the void of human expression sitting next to him. Aside from the fact that she was hot-as-balls, there was absolutely nothing else to her. She was like a pretty little ornament—or a picture on his computer. Jaro didn't actually need her to be 'around him' in order to appreciate her fine-as-hell ass and perky-as-fuck tits.

Besides, she was a brunette.

Fuck that noise.

He shot back another glass and wiped his mouth before answering. “Then I guess I'll do whatever the fuck he wants,” Jaro said with a shrug. “As long as he holds me tenderly and tells me that I have a good heart.” That was important to Jaro.

Don't cry baby. You'll be a famous Actor yet.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

She made a light, sneering face in return and turned, throwing up a few fingers to get the bartender's attention. She was off duty the next day, so she was ready and willing to get blasted and join a poker game later that evening. She wondered if Janks would be showing up for it.

"If he's paying you, it seems a little unfair to expect a compliment," she said, as a shot appeared in front of her. She downed it and got another.

[Daniel Jankovich]

Janks nearly shot his shot out his nose. Cracking up, he smacked a hand on the bar a couple times before throwing his head back. When he finally settled down he wiped at his eye and sighed lightly, a tremor of a giggle remaining.

"Ohhhh shit man," he finally managed. He wasn't sure how many he'd had, but he felt niiiice and loose and that would have to be it. There was poker tonight and he needed to work off his tab, even if Mack had paid for his first drink. But that was all he got out of her, which was fine. Quite frankly he was amazed she got him a shot at all.

He was even more amazed she was still hanging around.

Which was fine, because she was nice to look at. So long as she didn't talk. There was always something sassy or smart coming out of it that usually ticked Janks off. Really, paper bags and duct-tape. Silence isn't golden, it's silver. A quick look at Jaro made him realize how alike the two were; He totally saw Jaro check her tits out.

Well, who didn't?

"Alright pretty lady," Janks said, definitely feeling confident, "what about you... No, no no. Gotta change it. You're stuck between me and some lesbian gang-banger fresh outta prison with a vendetta against women who look like her mommy. I dunno, she's got issues." Yeah, that oughta make it interesting.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

She downed two more shots before she spoke. Talking to Janks in a non-formal setting (Read: Talking to him without having the authority to make him climb up the ship and possibly fall to his death) required a sort of drunken state that would make her daddy proud.

The alcohol was starting to hit when she considered the question. "Do I look like her mommy?" she asked, just to clarify.

Because if she didn't, obviously she had nothing to fear from the woman.

[Daniel Jankovich]

"Well yeah. Just like her. Spittin' image. From the front at least. So the real question, I guess... You givin' me front, or back," Janks said, winking.

Oh he was so going to get fucking punched. But the mental picture he was sustaining would be enough to dull a few hits.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

Mack wasn't quite ready to subject herself to that just yet. Looking thoughtful, she downed another shot, and called for a fifth. Why not? Considering the subject matter, she was bound to throw up before the night was over.

"Does she have an apparatus?" she asked, enunciating clearly. "There's a big difference between a mace and a fist."

[Daniel Jankovich]

"For clarity's sake, just assume the worst about her. She's probably going to be brutal." Janks stopped, looked at Mack funny, and continued. "But I bet you like that."

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

She wrinkled her nose, not deigning to respond at first. After two more shots, in quick succession, she shrugged, halfway conceding to his assumption. "Okay, so what does the you option entail? You gonna be good with a handy?"

[Daniel Jankovich]

"Fuck no, but we can flip you 'round so you can do some real work. And I guess I can be nice in return." Man she was downing those. But, we were on the right track. Just keep taking those.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

She sighed. "I suppose I'd rather you than being torn apart by an angry lesbian," she admitted, downing another shot. How many was those? She'd lost count. That was a good sign.

"My turn?" She pointed at Janks, since Hawke had already gone. "You either have to... Masturbate to a porno of your parents playing BDSM, and bring yourself to completion, or..." She thought a moment, then smiled, long and slow. "Kiss Major General Artliss tenderly on the mouth."

The Major General was about seventy, and always had flecks of food in the corner of his mouth. When he wasn't spitting crumbs at people.

[Jaro Hawke]

Jaro was watching with some interest.

His arms were folded and he was leaning forward, the base of his bottle resting on the hard edge of the table. When Mack threw down her options, Jaro felt his brows push upwards, impressed.

Well then...

This would be interesting.