Cheers to the freakin' weekend!

[sweetvalleygirl]

WHO: Jessica Wakefield & You!
WHERE: The Tool Shed
WHEN: January 2013, dates flexible and up to you.
WARNINGS: Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol, aka potential for underage drinking.
SUMMARY: The Tool Shed is open for business! Come to dance the night away, order up a potent potable, and mingle with friends old and new!
FORMAT: Tagger's choice! Please feel free to start your own threads and tag with each other!

[The Tool Shed has undergone a major makeover since it came into Jessica's possession. There's a fresh coat of paint on the walls and the dance floor has been completely refurbished. And now, in the back section of the bar, there is a cozy and tastefully decorated VIP area that only exclusive patrons are allowed to enter. But never fear, there is plenty of room at the bar itself and lots of tables scattered throughout.

The weekends can get fairly busy, as the place is picking up a decent reputation with the college crowd. The weeknights give a better chance to sit and chat with the bartender, or perhaps even the proprietress herself. She very much has a 'don't card, don't care' policy when it comes to serving her customers, anyone who wants a drink will be served one so long as they don't cause a scene.

It's come a long way, baby, but this is just the beginning.]

Comments

forward dates this to 1/26

[invoking]

[ Why is Gil here again? He's not fond of alcohol, strange crowds like this nor is he much of a social butterfly. He should have expected this place to be much more crowded on the weekends, too-- having to squeeze through a group of young students who were blabbing loudly about their "eye phone" and other fancy belongings.

He doesn't see Jessica, but he isn't about to leave just yet. He did promise to stop by... so he takes a seat at the furthest, lone table in a corner and watches for her. ]

[sweetvalleygirl]

[Jessica flutters over to the bar at last, a tray of empty glasses in hand. She's talking loudly to the bartender, complaining about the lack of a tip left at the table by the people she was just serving. But whatever, she'll just water down their next round. She's craftily declaring this when she looks up to see a familiar face in her bar.]

Giiiiiiiil! Hi!

[invoking]

Good evening, Jessica. [ He feels so silly sitting here-- he should have ordered a glass of water or something. Then again, the idea anything in here may have alcohol prevents him from asking Jessica herself.

Do not want to be a drunkard in public. Nope. ] It looks like it's been a busy night.

[sweetvalleygirl]

It's been hella busy! There were these skeevy-ass frat boys in here earlier. They were awful! They kept calling me "sugar tits". I wanted to punch them!

[She gives one of her best melodramatic sighs, sort of sliding along the bar until she's standing right beside Gil.]

But they're gone now, and one of them left their credit card. So I'll probably go shopping online later.

1/2

[invoking]

Sugar what? [ He makes a face. ]

[invoking]

Wait, with their card? Jessica... [ He knows what the credit card does here and if it doesn't belong to her, she shouldn't be using it. ]

[sweetvalleygirl]

I am pretty sure I deserve a new Farmville upgrade for all the hassle they put me through. Don't you think?

[She gives him an innocent smile.]

[invoking]

I don't know what that is, but you shouldn't steal someone's credit card! That's against the law here, isn't it?

[sweetvalleygirl]

Maybe? [But look how innocent she is.] But I'm justified! They didn't tip me and they called me names!

[invoking]

That's just an excuse! [ How can she even say that with a straight face? ] How much was it they owe you? I'll pay it.

[sweetvalleygirl]

A dollar a drink is standard. And they ordered like twenty between them. [She hesitates. Is this a trick? A test of character?] You... you don't have to, honest. In fact, I won't even accept it, Gil. You're too much of a gentleman.

[invoking]

It won't make much of a difference, will it? Nobody will notice. [ Because she's the owner now, right? He's fishing into his pocket. Whoever it was that forgot their credit card should be thanking fate or some high power tonight. ]

[sweetvalleygirl]

[She watches him in shock.] But... but!

[invoking]

[ He browses through his wallet for the cash he usually keeps on him. He makes sure it stays visible only between Jessica in him-- just in case. She said one drink is a dollar and they ordered around twenty...

He holds out some cash over the table. ]

It's fine. Here. [ Please don't commit credit fraud. ]

[sweetvalleygirl]

[She looks over her shoulder before covertly taking the money and tucking it away.]

You're a real gentleman, Gil. More of one than any other guy I know.

[invoking]

You're supposed to give lost cards like that to the police, yes? In case that person is looking for it.

[sweetvalleygirl]

Yeah, but I'm so busy! I don't even have time to do it!

[invoking]

[ Gil sighs a little. Jessica acts so much younger still... ]

I could do it...

[sweetvalleygirl]

[She blinks, slowly smiling.]

You would do that for me?

[invoking]

It's no trouble at all. [ All he has to do is just take it to the police station and that will be it. ]

[sweetvalleygirl]

And here I was thinking chivalry was dead and stuff. Thanks, bro. You're so sweet.

[invoking]

I'm sure that isn't true, Jessica. [ He shifts slightly in his seat, eyes flicking over the crowd and back to Jessica. ]

[sweetvalleygirl]

After the night I've had, it's hard to think that it isn't dead.

[From the other side of Gil, another blond appears. Why, it's one of Jessica's duplicates! And she's apparently waitressing as well!]

Gil! Ohmigawd, hi! You came!

[Now he's surrounded!]

[invoking]

Why? Have the customers been... huh? [ Jessica's voice is coming from the other side and he turns to see-- and he finds himself gaping. His head darts back and forth between Jessica and... Jessica?! ]

T-Twins?! [ Didn't she say her sister wasn't here? ]

[sweetvalleygirl]

[Jessica Prime (the first one) wrinkles her nose:] What? Oh no.

[The duplicate chortles:] She's not my twin.

[In unison:] She's my duplicate!

[Jessica Prime narrows her eyes at the duplicate, who raises her hands in mock surrender.]

[invoking]

[ Gil thinks he's seeing things now. Is he drunk? No, he doesn't feel like crying... ]

D-Duplicate? Like a copy?

[sweetvalleygirl]

Uh-huh. [They nod in unison on either side of him.] That's my power, from the porter.

[invoking]

[ That is... creepy. ]

You're exactly the same?

[sweetvalleygirl]

That's right.

[Jessica Prime shoots the dupe a look.]

I'm the real Jessica. She's a copy of me. She thinks like me, acts like me, she basically is me, except when we touch, she'll get sucked into my body. Like... a drop of water into a glass.

[invoking]

[ Gil flares his nostrils. ]

That sounds unpleasant!

[sweetvalleygirl]

It's not unpleasant.

[Both of them pout.]

It doesn't even hurt or anything.

[invoking]

How did you ever find out about such an ability?

[sweetvalleygirl]

I just concentrated really hard one day and my duplicates started falling out of me!

[invoking]

Falling out?!