I Need a Drink || Open

[Micah Reid]

Micah just wanted to get out to relax and unwind. He had been cooped up in his dorm at the college studying and just simply resting up after a full week of hard training. He kept up his exercise regimen to keep his body in shape so it could tackle the side effects of his power. He also continued his private training of said power. He didn't want to risk losing control somehow. It had taken a lot out of him and he was thankful to not have classes for the next two days for the weekend so he went into a basic coma to rest his sore, weary body. That evening he had begrudgingly drug himself out of the bed and set to get ready for that night. He just wanted to unwind and not think about anything pertaining to himself. So with a reluctant groan, he forced himself to slide off his more comfortable than legally possible bed.

Once he was upright, he moved to search his dresser for a suitable outfit for the night. Once that was sorted out, he took the close and left the dorm for shower room down the hall. He took a quick shower to freshen up and changed into his new outfit. He had settled on a simple black fitted shirt with a low neck that showed off his prominent collarbone. The shirt was well worn so it hung loosely in areas, but kept close to his well built torso. He had paired it with a pair of dark grey jeans with a simple studded belt around his waist. Once dressed he dried his hair and ran his fingers through it to get his bangs to stay up out of the way. He smirked at his reflection and returned to his dorm to retrieve his shoes. He slipped on his favorite pair of black, blue, and grey etnie sneakers.

He didn't bother with a jacket or hoodie since to him there was hardly such thing as cold climates. His irregular body temperature kept his body at a comfortable level for any climate. A simple side effect of his power. He grabbed his keys and wallet, placing the wallet in his back pocket. He then made sure Jaeger had food and water. He had walked him earlier before he went to sleep, so he had enough exercise for the day. He smiled and scratched the dark brown brindle boxer behind the ear and then took his leave. He descended the stairs to the ground level where the parking lot was located. He walked over to his charcoal grey Honda CB1000R street bike. He grinned at the machine, the only thing he had left of home. His eighteenth birthday present from his father. The only one who truly understood him, while his mother treated him like a hazard and refused to let his siblings near him.

His father had paid for and shipped the motorcycle to his dorm while he was enrolled in the Institute. He could have bought a car by now, but he saw no need to when some things were in walking distance like the store. He climbed onto the bike and placed the key in the ignition, turning it until it growled to life. He untied the helmet from the back seat and placed it over his head. He then turned out of the parking lot and shot down the street toward where the local clubs were located. Parking in the nearest space he turned off the bike and pulled the helmet off. He quickly tied his helmet to the back of the bike and pocketed the keys. He then got off the bike and headed into the cafe/bar. He had seen the other club and just by looking at the name of it, he knew he wouldn't like it. He wasn't much of a dancer anyway.

He moved through the crowd and made his way to the bar. He kept his ID in hand just in case and ordered a simple Jack and Coke. Something basic and not too strong for him. He didn't drink much, but he did on occasion. Though he would only drink enough to get buzzed. He didn't feel like getting too drunk that night. He then ordered a simple basket of fries. Just something to munch on and keep him occupied. He paid for them and moved off to the side of the bar. He took sips of his drink now and then while eating. He wasn't sure what all he wanted to do that night. He figured he'd go with it and wait for something to come to him.

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[Braxton Carson]

As much as Brax had been taking it slow after the events of some weekends ago which had left him not only with the worst hangover he could remember, but with a terrible pain in his groin, it didn't mean he was not going to go out drinking on the weekend. It was only fair after not being able to drink in the K-Sig's Nerdnight due to him having to protect his sister from the sex-beasts at the fraternity that wanted to be able to tell Braxton they had tapped his sister. Fortunately it didn't happen, or so he thought, so he was out celebrating tonight.

In fairness, he had texted both Ethan and Jack to join him, but neither replied, so he was not going to just wait for them to appear and decided to go hunting wingmenless. Not like he needed anyone's help or support anyway. Kali's Kafe was not his usual place for nighttime, but seeing it rather crowded, and perhaps attempting to avoid the usual places to avoid a certain nuts-kicker, he found his way in and into the bar. Seated in a stool, completely ignored by the barman, he decided it was a sign from god that he should indeed take it slow tonight as well.

"A ROUND OF BEERS ON ME!!!!!" He screamed while climbing on the top of his stool, followed by a cheer from the crowd. He sat back down and rushed the barman to get everyone their beers, specially his first. "What is that," He leaned towards the blonde sitting next to him and sniffed his drink. "Jack and coke? What are you twelve?" Yes, not only he was that rude, but he had that amazing power of determining a cocktail's ingredients by their smell. "Bring me and blondie here some tequila shots as well!" Braxton waved at the barman, who was now paying full attention to the brunette. "Drink like a man," He said as the shots were served, and raised his towards the blonde. "cheers!"

Up and down his throat. He only hoped he was carrying at least one of his credit cards with him, but honestly, he wasn't even sure he was carrying his wallet.

[Micah Reid]

Micah absently chewed on another fry as he glanced toward the shelf behind the bar. He stared at it, unseeingly. He was alone with his thoughts and his muscles had begun to uncoil and his body relaxed. A warm hum filled his veins as he melded into the calming atmosphere of the building. He didn't have much of a choice when it came to night clubs and he wasn't about to walk in on a salsa lesson. He barely repressed a shudder at the thought. Though the idea of the hip hop wasn't all that bad to think about. He shoved it off for another time and focused on his food. He was in a blissful daze when he heard someone take the stool beside him. Paying them no notice, he took a long sip of his Jack and Coke. He would move to a stronger drink yet since this wasn't enough to get him buzzed enough.

He flinched at the sudden yelling and turned toward the source of it. His pale blue gaze raked over the form of a young man maybe three years his junior. He barely looked old enough to even be in a bar let alone drinking. He eyed the young man, curiously. The boy was loud for one thing, which he was a bit peeved at. Though that's what he got for walking into a bar. He had figured the calming atmosphere would draw away the rowdy drunks. He guessed wrong. He picked up a small handful of fries between his index and thumb as the younger leaned over to study his drink. This was a clear violation of personal space which had him only slightly peeved. His body temperature had started to spike, a clear sign that his temper was begin to rise as well.

He stared at the kid, blankly. Who was he and where did he get the idea it was okay to comment on another person's business? Especially when said person hadn't even said two words to begin with. He had come here with the intent to relax after extensive training and here this brat was baring down on his nerves. His body temperature had reached a new high so it was clearly radiating more than usual. Normally it took a lot to set him off, but at this point his nerves were a tad frayed from all the work his body had been through. Pale blue eyes steeled to an almost icy shade as he watched the kid order shots for both of them. Micah couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the thought. Tequila was a strong drink and this kid looked as if he could barely handle a shot let alone a whole round.

"You know, a true man would be able to pace himself instead of jumping full on into the strong stuff. Guess you still have some growing up to do." Micah rumbled out in his naturally low, smooth baritone. He absently bit on his silver tongue bar and rolled it between the top front row of teeth. He took another swig of his own drink and eyed the shots as they were laid before him. He ignored them in favor of continuing to eat. He could handle it, though he just wasn't in the mood. "Speaking of which, why is a little boy like you in a bar. Drinking no less. Shouldn't you be home? Isn't it passed curfew?" He mumbled, absently. He absently eyed his drink, twirling the contents around. This kid clearly didn't know anything. Jack Daniels was clearly a grown up drink, but he wouldn't sink to the boy's level. He also didn't feel like getting drunk. He'd take the higher road and let the overconfident runt ruin his system before the night was out. Wasn't his problem anyway.

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[Liam & Logan Griffiths]

The twins had been looking forward to a evening away from college life and all the immaturity that seemed to come with it. Sitting at the end of the bar, the brothers were nursing their third drinks when Micah walked in. They recognized him from the college, although they had never actually had a conversation with the other boy deeper than asking his name or how he had done on a test.

They were debating joining him for a drink to have the chance for a more in depth conversation when Braxton pranced in. Since they had done his homework a few times, and made a good deal of cash out of the agreement, they had been trying to avoid him. After all, they still hoped they could convince him that learning was fun.

When Braxton threw himself at Micah, the twins rose hoping to come to the other boy’s assistance. They reached the two college students just as Micah was insulting Braxton about his need to grow up.

Sounds like the man has you figured out Braxton, Liam said as the brothers got closer.

Mind if we join you? Mind if we join you? the brother’s asked Micah, smiling pleasantly.

Don’t mind Braxton Logan added. He’s most likely still recovering from his last bout with alcohol.

Poor lad still hasn’t learned his limits Poor lad still hasn’t learned his limits

[Braxton Carson]

"Pace whatself, what are you talking about?" Braxton looked at the tequila shot served and ignored by the boy.

Life clearly proved him everyday that he should not be friendly. He pays someone a drink and they reject it and then call him a child, how awesome, really. He rolled his eyes at the boy's words, which were actually doing anything but entering the brunette's ears. He took the first sip from the beer while glancing around at everyone enjoying their free beer. Well, everyone but this blonde kid.

"You know if you're too much of a pussy to drink tequila with the big boys," Braxton reached, took the untouched shot and poured it into his throat in one quick motion. "you could have just said so." He placed the shot glass back and shook his head a little as the strong sensation went through his throat. "But it's fine, no drink goes to waste."

Just as he was ready to go to that table in the corner with two pretty enough unknown ladies not too far from Brax's style, the nerdy twins who make his homework for him assaulted him from one side, not quite letting him walk freely. Do they really think we can be friends just because I constantly pay them? Oh, they were siding with... whomever the other guy was with whatever he was saying. Undoubtedly Brax's only reaction was to once again to roll his eyes and drink from his beer. In pure honesty all Braxton was hearing was "blah blah blah yada yada yada we are gay".

"Oh great look," He pulled the twins closer to to the apathetic blonde as he stood up. "now you can all have a gay threesome or whatever and be... I don't know, boring." He took another sip from his beer. "Me," He pointed towards the table with his designated targets. "very cute chicks expect me, and two gay nerds and gay... gay do not suffice as wingmen."

[Micah Reid]

Micah couldn't help but sigh as he placed three more fries in his mouth. He all but ignored the shots of tequila. Let the kid get his own self in trouble by drinking more than his young body could allowed. He reasoned that was the better choice. His shoulder's slumped forward at the response. It clearly showed just how intelligent this kid was. He turned to face the boy and raised an almost amused brow. "Well it's very obvious you are barely out of high school then. The concept of pacing yourself is simple. But I guess your alcohol damaged brain can't comprehend it. Let me spell it out for you." He replied, casually. He took another swig of his drink, finishing the glass before ordering something a bit stronger.

He then turned his attention back to the kid who's name he honestly didn't care to know. He had not asked the kid to buy him drinks let alone insult him. A complete stranger. His muscles coiled in his arms, begging and straining to release the sudden tension. He very well could hurt the kid if he wanted to, but he wanted to try and play mature. "You can't handle this." he remarked, bluntly and pausing between each word. He then moved the shots away from the kid and downed each one. He smirked, smugly as he finished the last one in a heartbeat. "Oh and by the way, thanks for the drinks." He spoke up, casually and returning to his own drink and food. He now successfully had a pleasant buzz, but not enough to interfere with his thinking.

Micah straightened up at the sight of a set of twins. He blinked in interest, having seen them before in a class or two. He was interested in them, having never met twins before. They seemed nice so he nodded his head in a polite greeting to the pair. He smirked when they took his side. He could tell the kid was bothered by this and shrugged it off. "No, no. Here's what you should do. How about you get up, walk right passed those girls who are obviously too old for you, go home and take a nap with your special blanket. You are too young for this and it shows in your very behavior. So goodnight, Kid." He replied, calmly. He ignored the gay comment being as he was basically bisexual himself and had heard it all before. "Oh and don't worry. I'll handle the ladies. So go tuck yourself in. Mommy and Daddy are waiting."

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He then turned away from the annoyance and focused on the twins. "Hey, fancy seeing you out here. Sorry you had to witness that. How have you two been?"[/b] He asked, politely. His temperature had spiked over the coarse of the slight argument and his muscles were still tensed. He wanted nothing more than to create a slight rift and trip the poor excuse for a ladies man. It would serve him right and having the kid laughed at would be enough to soothe his temper. But for now he'd let it slide and he'd finish his food and chat with two actual men instead of this whiny little brat.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Braxton Carson]

Braxton allowed the guy to talk and be all big older and wiser while he did nothing but raise an eyebrow at him. Seeing him downing the tequila shots that Braxton drank a second ago was, however, sufficiently weird like to not go ahead and add a comment to that.

"So I can't handle alcohol and you drink one silly cocktail and not notice I drank those two shots" He pointed at the two empty shots glasses. "just a second ago?"

And then he kept going on about Brax being a little kid and whatnot. It wasn't like the blonde wasn't right, 'cause he was, but he didn't know Braxton at all, which was only making all his words prejudice, or in Brax's head, stupid. This guy was seriously looking to get punched, and as high-headed as the Carson boy was, he could still notice just how bothered the other boy was getting. If a fight was going to sprawl from this, Braxton was more than ready and happy to accept, but he concluded that to prove his pride, honor and manhood, a different kind of competition was best for the occasion.

"Well someone thinks too much of themselves." He took another sip from his beer. "I hear challenge and I accept." Braxton proceeded to point at the two girls in the corner table. "Whoever gets the two home, wins." He raised his head towards the blonde in a questioning motion and then faced the twins. "Nerdies here can be the judges." He cocked his head with a little smile towards the proud blonde. "And just because I'm in a fair mood, I'll let you go first."