Boy Meet Girl; Glass Meet Lap

[Beau LaRoux]

While Beau might be used to the whole club and bar scene, he generally wasn't used to the whole drinking thing. He drank; where he was from, if you didn't by now, there was something wrong with you, but he didn't generally drink in the actual clubs. They had rules and the like and as a whole, Beau generally liked to actually obey rules. So he usually never bothered to drink, since he didn't want to waste his hard earned cash on an overpriced soda with too much ice in the glass.

but someone had bought this for him. He'd originally thought about asking for Coke, but then he remembered that recent commercial, which instantly made him ask for a Pepsi instead. He happened to be in one of those clubs that bizarrely carried both brands of soda, meaning that Beau now had a Pepsi to sip upon. And while he did, he looked around the club. Several things to look at there; there always was in a place like this. Beau didn't immediately see anyone he recognized, which was something of a downer. He got over it by taking another sip of Pepsi.

Beau had just raised his glass to take another sip when he felt something brush by him. It wasn't a major bump, but it was enough to cause Beau's hand to slip. Without thinking about it, Beau attempted to grab the glass. Which just sent the whole thing falling into his lap. His jeans got soaked in an instant, though Beau at least had the good sense to jump out of the seat. This also meant that he ended up running right into the brusher, and as he turned, he happened to see a pretty girl.

And again, reflex kicked in: Beau's hands flew to his lap and he tried to lean against the bar and look casual at the same time. He felt awkward, but he thought he at least pulled it off. "Hey," he managed, giving a little chin tilt. that's it, Beau, play it cool...

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Brooke's goal tonight? Sex on the Beach.

Not literally, you doofus! It was a drink composed of one part Vodka, one part cranberry juice, one part Orange juice, and then a half part of Peach schnapps. Though Brooke did wonder why they called it Sex on the Beach.

Speaking of Sex on the Beach, if you did that, wouldn't you get sand all up in your tiddly-bits?

Oh, well, the drink was good, and Brooke was on a mission to obtain one or ten, and then dance the night away before they realized she was drinking on a fake ID.

So in her rush, Brooke brushed behind one sitting by his lonesome which turned into a square-dance promenade of sorts until he finally realized that he was looking "totally-not-cool" in front of this bob-haired brunette. A smirk touched her pink-glossed lips and she bat her head back and forth, looking him over top to bottom. "Well, sucks to be you."

Brooke crossed her arms over her torso, just under her B-cups, and shifted her weight to one leg. From head to toe she wore a scheme of silver, white, and blue, the dress being a white chiffon, legs wrapped in pale blue tights, and her heels the same white as her dress. Around her neck was the silver, a thin chain that held a dragon charm wrapped around a blue orb. "Huh…" she uttered as her recognition clicked. "Wow, I think ya totes rolled an one on that move. Add that to your neg 5 charisma score from bein' offa th' stage, an' your looking at an epic fail on your game." She hopped to the side, tapping the bar twice to get the 'tender's attention. "Hey, you! Sex on the Beach! Now!"

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau's groin felt cold, mostly as the Pepsi spread throughout his jeans. He was more focused on this than he rightfully should be, mostly because he hadn't understood most of what had just come out of the girl's mouth. Something about rolling ones and charisma and a whole bunch of other nonsense. Beau thought he caught something about being on the stage, which at least made something resembling sense.

"Uh," he managed, shifting. He heard the slap and looked over at the bartender. Said bartender was already moving to get the ordered drink, which made Beau look askance at the girl. She was drinking? She... didn't really look old enough. Then, again, what with the non-English. "So are you one o' those foreign exchange students or somethin'? Cuz whatever you said don't sound much like the English I know."

Beau took a few seconds to look over the girl again. She didn't look that foreign. Most of the foreign exchange students looked pretty foreign exchange. But Beau supposed she could be one. He tried to shift, which only reminded him of the whole wet spot on his pants. Thankfully, there were napkins nearby, which Beau snatched and began to try and subtly dab at the wet. Subtly soon proving not to be one of Beau's strong points.

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Brooke was, as always, not making sense to anyone except herself, though she was quite confident that anybody who was anybody, and by anybody she meant larpers, per, and gamers in general, would have known exactly what she was talking about without question. Clearly this guy wasn't anybody. But he was somebody, and that was good enough for her.

A somebody she'd seen before twang-a-twanging away on stage in the thereaparts around Pilot Ridge.

Brooke shook her head, her curled ends bouncing off her cheeks. "No, o'course not silly! Tha's cute though, you widdle kewtie you." And yes, Brooke leaned in and lightly pinched the boy's cheek as she said this, and stuck out her tongue as she straightened herself again. "I'm jus'a Centennialian here, mindin' my own business. Or no' mindin' it, a'sit were."

She cocked her head to the side, watching as he tried to clean himself up as if it were the most amusing site ever. "Ya need help with'at?"

[Beau LaRoux]

Okay, so there was definitely a "no" in there, and what sounded like... baby talk? There was then some cheek pinching, though at least there weren't any side effects from that. The last thing Beau needed was to pick up some weird power from the girl. Downside was that he wasn't picking up anything that helped make sense of the gibberish that kept coming out of her mouth. Something about a Centillian? That definitely sounded European. Maybe she was a European transfer or something? Beau had always heard weird things about European girls, especially the ones from France. That didn't sound very French though.

He did catch that last sentence, which had to be the clearest thing she'd said in the last five minutes. "Nah, I got it," he said, holding out a hand. Further physical contact with this level of odd was not required at this point in time. Beau took a step back, dabbing at his pants a little more. "Might have to head in to the wash room an' give this some time," he looked up at the girl. He didn't know if it was rude, strictly speaking, to walk away from this girl. They weren't really there together...

Beau tried taking a step back, just to see.

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Centennialian, duh! This guy really didn't know anything, did he? Brooke was from Denver, which is in Colorado. Colorado is known as the Centennial State. Thus, Centennialian. It made perfect sense! This guy was probably just a little slow if he didn't get that, but Brooke could definitely tell his head was spinning right round baby when she went down.

At least he was smart enough to know that the tiny-winy napkins weren't going to do much and he just looked all the weird and uncomfortable(and a lot a bit sleazy) standing there rubbing away at his twig sheath.

Ooo! Sex on the Beach!! Brooke grabbed the drink and slammed a 10 on the counter, nodding for the bartender to keep the change. Turning back to the guy, she brought the skinny straw to her lips and started sucking, imploding her cheeks with fervor.

He took a step back. Ooo! She liked this game! Brooke took a step forward.

[Beau LaRoux]

Well, at least she'd stopped talking, or, well, what Beau really hoped was talking and not some kind of alien attempt at probing him. Said girl had always whirled and slapped some money on the counter, which gave Beau the idea that perhaps she'd given up on him. He wasn't hearing anything to the contrary. Which made him feel perfectly fine taking another step back. No sooner had he started moving when she'd whirled back. Beau froze, looking at her expectantly.

No words. She did step forward though.

"Uh, right, well, ya can't follow me into the restroom, an' I think I need ta clean this up," he said, jerking a thumb at the restroom first, then gesturing toward his crotch. He smiled, nodded, and then turned to go. Maybe if he walked quick enough he could duck into the bathroom before the strange girl could catch up to him.

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Nope, Brooke hadn't given up and wouldn't give up in a million year and ten! She was enjoying their little chat, even if he seemed to be falling shorter than Newton's apple.

Despite his instructions to not follow, Brooke knew what he wanted, and her lips curled up into a tee-hee-hee'ing smile behind that red straw. Her eyes followed his gesture to the package-deal and she nodded, giving him a wink.

Oh, yeah. 'Don't follow'. Right, she totally got it.

Brooke gave him a full ten second head start, counting out the one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand sequence in between her long sips. She winked at the bartender too. The alcohol might've been affecting her a little. Once the drink was empty(only ten one-one-thousands to do!) Brooke set it back upon the counter and headed to the men's restroom for the continuation of their game.

She waltzed in there without a care that somebody might see her and gave her new friend a jolly ol' greeting. "I foooouund youuuuu!" She placed a hand femininely on her hip and circled a pointed finger at the person she'd found.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau managed to get to the bathroom unscathed, and no sooner had he entered than he let out a deep sigh of relief. He rolled his eyes, wondering how it was that Pilot Ridge seemed to attract all the crazies. Not that Beau hadn't seen crazies before he'd come here; they showed up at concerts all the time, but there just seemed to be decidedly more here. Something must be in the water.

Beau located the paper towels, pulling several out of a roller and then heading into a stall. He figured that it would probably be better to remove the pants and get to them from the outside. Plus, it might save his boxers from getting wetter than they already were. As he removed them, he heard someone else coming in, plus some movement at the urinal. He shrugged and worked at his pants. He had his belt undone when the door swung in, revealing something out of his nightmares: the girl standing there, pointing at him while a guy watched from the urinal.

Beau stared, his face crinkling in confusion. "Are you retarded?" he blurted, shock making his mouth drop. "This is the boys' restroom! Ya can't jus' come burstin' in here!" he wasn't sure what to do. He could probably manhandle her out of the room, but that didn't feel right. Neither did her being there though. What on Earth had made her think that following Beau in here had been good? Or what he wanted? Or, y'know, not something an idiot would do?

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Pish! Brooke had been in a boys bathroom before. She'd been in it plenty times before! Heck, she'd even brought boys into the girls bathroom before! There was nothing to be ashamed of, really, everybody pees and poops! Everyone had bits. Boys just needed to get over themselves and stop being so embarrassed and delicate in front of girls already, they weren't really that scary.

Retarded? Couldn't he come up with a more clever one? Brooke decided to ignore that. She giggles. "C'mon. You totes wan'ed me to come here, didn' you? You said restroom then pooooin'ed," Brooke demonstrated his action, "So here I am!" She raised both hands to the air in a type of showcase for herself.

Man, this was hilarious though! He hadn't even finished taking off his pants! She snickered, covering her mouth and looking down. "Ya need help with'at?" she asked, repeating the previous offer.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Aww, c'mon, can't ya at least speak English?" protested Beau, waving at the girl. "An' I didn't want ya to follow me in here. Why the devil would I want you to come in here?" He waved at the restroom around him. This definitely wasn't a spot that Beau would pick for meeting a girl, even a weird girl that he suspected of being mentally challenged. Gah, maybe he should be using smaller words. Or speak slower. What was it you were supposed to do with retards?

"I don't need help," he managed, glancing over at the girl and running his hand over his hair for a moment. Okay, talk slow. use small words. Be clear. "You," he pointed, "whoever you are. You shouldn't be in here," he gestured at the room around him, "because you," he pointed at her, "are a girl, an' this," he pointed at the urinals, "is the boys' bathroom. You ain't got the right equipment," he sighed and ran his hands over the back of his head, "an' really, if you're gonna be followin' a guy into the bathroom, ya probably shouldn't be in a bar drinkin'. Some guy's gonna wanna take advantage of you."

Beau really just wanted her to leave so he could clean his pants. He definitely didn't need to babysit. Not tonight.

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"I aaaam speakin' English, you dum-dum!" Really, was plain English so hard for this guy to understand? Maybe there was too much noise for him to get it out there, but things were soooo much more quiet here in the bathroom. Where they could be aloooooone(almost).

But gee! He must be a little damaged in his hearing, because she already totes explained why she was there. "I toold you, you said restroom, an' then point-ed!" She enunciated that last word while she once again repeated the gesture he made.

Brooke smiled and leaned against the opening to the stall. "How d'ya know I'm a girl? Could jus' be a pansy-nancy in drag, you know?" And Oh! The idea that she could be taken advantage of! Clearly this guy didn't know Brooke! If anything, she would be the one taking advantage of some guy.

Like this one!

Okay, Brooke was just having fun, and he was definitely giving her it. She sighed and clapped her hands together. "O-K, let's ge' this over with," she said. "Off with pants, already!" Brooke pointed, then cocked her head. "Or…d'ya need privacy to protect your manly bits?" She winked at him, a sly smile crossing her pink lips.

[Beau LaRoux]

Yeah, that wasn't English. Beau was pretty well beyond the point of repeating that to her: she wasn't getting it no matter what he actually said. Then again, he supposed people with her condition couldn't really be expected to understand things like that, now could they? He had to be a little fair in that regard. Cuz she somehow still didn't get that she needed to be somewhere that definitely wasn't here. Surely even she had to realize how utterly stupid her little drag comment was. Beau even snorted at that.

"I ain't got no clue what a 'pansy-nancy' is, but ye ain't no guy," he repeated. He looked around, wondering if there was some kind of escape here. He had her ability, whatever that was; it didn't feel like anything that would help him get out of here, and he couldn't exactly try to overpower her with her own ability. Trying to physically overpower her with just his normal strength was beginning to sound like a plan. He might not be some lumbering giant, but he had to have more strength than this silly retard girl.

Hand clapping and an insistence on taking off his pants. Honestly, by now, the pants were the least of Beau's worries. The wetness had turned into something like a dampness, and the stain was starting to just sort of blend in with the denim. Somehow, Beau doubted he could communicate that to the girl, not without charades and possibly a translator.

"Y'know, it's fine," he managed, waving for her to move. He started to head out of the stall. Maybe ignoring would work. Just ignore her and get the heck out of there. This was more weirdness than he'd expected. "Uh, good luck findin' someone who wants you to take their pants off. Got a feelin' you won't have no troubles with that," he managed. Of course, he still wasn't out of the woods yet. He figured he could probably go over or under the stall if need be, but he really didn't want to play duck and dodge, not in this closed of a space.

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"I could so be a guy!" Brooke protested. "I happen t' know a lotta purdy drag queens. Some e'en look better in a dress than I do, 'stache an' all." Though most of those worked in the shady-shade kind of bars and clubs that this guy prolly hadn't never been acquainted with before.

She rolled her eyes when he insisted it was fine. "Hoooow can it be fine?" she moaned, leaning back against the stall again, resting her hand dramatically against her forehead. Brooke peeked open an eye at the boy-musician who was freaking out over nothing, nothing, nothing, tra-la-la! "BE-sides, do you really want your crotchity-crotch t' be all stinky like a lickety-split?" She plugged her nose as she said this, waving off the imaginary smell with the other hand.

"Are you really so shy you can't jus' take 'em off right here? Guess I can totes close the door if you waaaant." She bat her eyes, leaning a shoulder in seductively.

[Beau LaRoux]

Right, could be a guy. Somehow Beau doubted it. Guys looked like guys and girls looked like girls and you could always tell the difference. He knew this at his core, just like he knew so many other things. He wasn't about to argue that point with this strange girl, especially considering how many other things were wrong with the picture. Starting with the fact that this "girl" didn't seem to be getting the whole "would rather be left alone thing."

"Look, I'm sure yer jus' meanin' ta be nice an' all," at least Beau sincerely hoped so, he still wasn't getting everything that the "girl" said, "but I didn't want yer help. An' it's purdy well dry now, so I definitely don't need to remove my pants. So why don't you head out of here an' try to find a guy who might be more interested?"

Okay, so he was finally starting to slip into the rude territory. but honestly, he could only take so much. Beau had encountered girls like this before; they seemed to frequent bars, and sometimes you had to just give them a hard no. It was unlikely that many of them were going to remember anything about the encounter come the next morning anyway. Considering the gibberish, Beau was willing to bet that this girl was massively drunk. And any pangs he had about it were becoming weaker by the second.