>>5158608The urge to party was only just restrained. You politely held your hand out to the woman. She smirked before laughing, covering her mouth as she did. You kept the hand out and she eventually took it, shaking it vigorously. Enough force to put you off balance almost enough to fall over from. "Corporal Mortimer!" You say out loud, the words vanishing to the song instead. The pair chat and you head to the bar, the same woman from earlier spotting you, you ordered three drinks to share. With a smile she handed them to you. You give the girls theirs and drunkenly invite them to your booth. it would be easier to talk further away from the music. They both follow, gesturing you to lead as the sip from their new drinks.
You find Tony, the poor lad had been left alone, but you brought him back an eyeful. The alcohol clearly kept him from being nonchalant, both eyes wide and unsure of what to focus on as you slid into the booth. It was a little easier to talk as you all got comfortable, Francheka was falling into Suranovich's eyes. The girl's arm around her as she talked about a few of the musicians she used to party with. The whole table laughed as she explained the crazy stuff their fans would do for a moment to meet them. One of the stories includes an ostrich and a vast amount of lubricant. As if like clock work the two others appeared, empty bottles in hand. Cheery faces become shocked at the new guests. You are too drunk to get much out, Suranovich Introduces herself as your cousin and Francheska as another pilot.
The older pilot began to tease your team about your ragtag band of outfits. In your drunken states the squad takes turns describing your escape and how it was all you could loot in the moment. The squad talked about inconsequential things, most of it you knew nothing about. Suranovich and Dimitri argued about bands and before you knew it the topic of food came up. You were all starving. In the blink of an eye you were all trotting your way out of the club, the two girls wearing long dusters as you all slipped back into your winter clothes. Standing around the outside of the club the topic of food was settled. But where to eat was up in the air. Francheka knew a kebab place a few layers up that would still be open. Alex and Tony demanded something deep fried. While Dimitri with his wobbly feet wanted to kick it at the same diner he had mentioned earlier. You just about propped eachother up. While he pulled up some options on his tablet you noticed the time. It was 3:56am. Four hours had flown by.
>What do you do, Pilot?>What do you say? Write in. >Visit the Kebab Shop?>Visit a Fried Food stand? >Visit the Diner?>Look for another type of food?>Do something else?Write in 