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Cheers to the freakin' weekend!

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.]

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[It's New Year's Eve, just before midnight! The bar is decorated with tinsel and glitter and lots of purple and silver balloons. All the TVs are tuned to the Times Square celebrations and the drinks are definitely flowing. The lounge is much busier than it would be on a regular night, perhaps in part to Roxy's marketing campaign.

Jessica is seeming a little stressed out right now, but that's kind of to be expected for having thrown a party on this scale. Music pounding and revelers dancing on the floor, she slinks over to the bar and hops up onto an empty stool to take a minute to collect herself before continuing on with the merrymaking.]

[Jason's resigned, having been dragged out of his apartment (lair) for no particularly good reason. He doesn't particularly want to be around people on New Year's, hell, he doesn't even like people half the time, but he hadn't been given a choice in the matter. Not if he ever wanted to sleep either figuratively or literally with or around his girlfriend (and apparently roommate) ever again. It was a no win scenario, honestly.

As such, ten o'clock found him at the bar, hunched, doing his best to avoid eye contact with any and all aforementioned revelers and drinking whatever the bartender sat down in front of him. Being the literal owner of the place had its perks and he wasn't very picky at that point. As long as it distracted him from the glitter covered, sunglasses-wearing assholes that kept inadvertently slamming him on the back whenever they danced just slightly outside the bounds of the floor, it would work.

And actually, have the third or fourth drink, the music wasn't seeming so bad.]

Hey.

[Jessica slides up to him, seeming somewhat detached from the partiers around her. Making sure everything goes off flawlessly is taking a lot of focus and time, and while she's actually really happy that Jason showed up, she's also kind of too busy stressing out to notice how many drinks he's had already.]

It's a lot more crowded than I thought it would be. Like, I was hoping we'd get maybe half this many people. But I'm worried we'll run out of champagne before the toast!

[She can always conjure up some more, but that's beside the point.]

[Jason smiles, only just barely listening to her babble. It's hard to hear above the music and honestly, for all he cares, she could be declaring herself the Queen of England. Focusing on the lilt of her voice above T.I.'s latest lady-problem is enough for the moment.

Idly, he slips an arm around her waist, leaning over from his bar stool with no real destination in mind. It's still chilly in the bar, despite the people dancing all around, and she's warm. She also smells pretty and isn't exactly terrible to look at, but he's lucid enough still to avoid just vomiting up all those unsolicited opinions.]

... Uh huh.

[There. That proved he'd been listening all along.]

[She doesn't pay too much attention to his sudden invasion of her personal space, if only because of the fact that when they are alone, they are usually joined at the hip. However, she quickly remembers that, oh yeah, they are not alone, and his displays of affection, no matter how slight, are kind of out of place.]

Are you even listening to me?

[She narrows her eyes, scrutinizing him closely, though she makes no move to pull away.]

Jason, are you drunk?

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[There's a moment where he seems to consider, weighing the memory (vague though it might be) of his drinks over the course of the evening, and then comparing it to what all he'd eaten that day, his mass, the relative alcohol content of each beverage. It's a calculated, altogether too nicely developed train of thought, and, in a moment of vindictive rebellion, he reaches for his drink again to take another sip before replying.]

Not yet, no. [But he can still hear his words slurring as he says them, the concenents getting less clipped and more of the Gotham in his voice coming out. It isn't as though he makes any particular attempt to hide it on a regular day, but now, after... You know, he couldn't remember how many drinks he'd had... Well, it just seemed a little more dramatic than usual.] I could be. But I'm not right now. Maybe later.

[He's lingering closer, the hand that was holding the drink a second earlier, moving in to gently pet (maybe tug a little) at her feathered hair.]

Hahaha holy cow! You so are!

[It's enough to completely sidetrack her from all that stress, if only for a minute. It's not often that her boyfriend will remember that he is indeed her boyfriend, outside the privacy of their respective apartments anyway.

Jessica's neck cranes a bit when his fingers tangle in her hair and she leans closer as he seems to be directing her. She's still laughing, too, voice high and loud, though it's fading into the pulsating Madonna song blaring overhead.]

Can I help you with something, Mister Todd? Or can I have my hair back?

[Jason smiles because it seems really funny, not hysterical, but just... Amusing that she'd ask him like that instead of just removing herself from the situation. Not that he's suggesting, even by thought, that she do something like that. He's a little too attached to her presence at the moment.]

No, I was gonna hold on to it, if that's cool.

[But he smiles, and untangles his hand, combing her hair our over her shoulder before reaching up to give Jessica a fond pat on the head.]

[Normally she would be taking this opportunity to make some snide comment about him, or at the very least, swat him away. It would of course all be in good fun. She likes to tease him, it's how she shows affection for him, even if it is sort of immature. But really, she loves it when they can act more like adults and actually, you know, connect with one another without lines for stupid banter muddling things up.]

How many have you had?

[She narrows her eyes at him, slowly and stealthily sneaking one of her arms around his waist.]

Enough that you'll dance with me?

[This place seems... decent. It's not exactly Roy's scene, but for a night out with the boys, it'll do. It's distinctively lacking in pizza, however, which is a bit disappointing. But Roy isn't buying, therefor he isn't complaining. After all, this is a momentous occasion! How often do alternate universe pals get to hang out together and be awkward?

Roy finds them a table in the back corner of the bar and starts reading over the menu detailing their basic bar food.]

Six dollar mozzarella sticks. Yes or no?

Depends. Are you sharing?

[ Wally is paying, which is really just the polite thing to do. He's going to eat three times as much as either of them anyway, and that's holding back. ]

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It'd be pretty crappy of me not to.

[Roy waves over a member of the waitstaff and orders up some appetizers: mozzarella sticks and some fries. Best diet ever.]

Anything else?

[ 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. ]

[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!

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.

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.

Sugar what? [ He makes a face. ]

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. ]

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.]

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?

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

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.

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.

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. ]

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

[ 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. ]

[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.

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

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

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

I could do it...

[She blinks, slowly smiling.]

You would do that for me?

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

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

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

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!]

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? ]

[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.]

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

D-Duplicate? Like a copy?

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

[ That is... creepy. ]

You're exactly the same?

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.

[ Gil flares his nostrils. ]

That sounds unpleasant!

It's not unpleasant.

[Both of them pout.]

It doesn't even hurt or anything.

How did you ever find out about such an ability?

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

Falling out?!

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Cheers to the freakin' weekend!

open / backdated to NYE

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closed to wally & dick (yea)

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/gently gets this going

forward dates this to 1/26

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