Mexico shenanigans group log [OPEN]

[inchesofevil]

WHO: The Mexico evacuees!
WHERE: Mexico City (or also anywhere en route between the porter cities and there)
WHEN: Feb 15 onwards, through the duration of the coup
WHAT: Do you want Mexico shenanigans? Here is your catch-all/mingle post for Mexico shenanigans, please enjoy. (See the OOC mod post for details.)
WARNINGS: Please put warnings in your subjectlines if necessary!

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[airshow]

[ So that makes at least two disappointed refugees. Didn't they all deserve some fun in the sun? Laughing it up on a beach and trying to ignore the plight of all the other poor suckers who didn't have the good sense to hightail it outta there? Really, that would only be appropriate. But a pool will have to do in a pinch.

Also, being at least mildly inebriated will definitely help, as with so many situations in life. With a nice buzz in mind, Tricks, clad in his very tackiest striped shorts and arm floaties, heads over to the guy with the drinks. ]

Aloha! Are you the — what's the word? El bartender?

[ Obviously not. God, what an asshole. ]

[fuckai]

[There's someone in his sun.

Not that it matters, really. Since, you know, android fake-skin can't exactly tan. Or burn. But it's the goddamn principle of the thing that has Church scowling around the straw stuck in what seems to be a whole lot of rum and pineapple juice, glaring up at this pool-float clad clown asking him for booze.]

Holy shit, what circus did you escape from? [But then, Church just holds his drink up, swirling the mess of alcoholic liquid around.] Five bucks a pop, buddy. Though if you make it thirty, consider this a bottomless, alcoholic buffet.

[What. Can you really blame him for trying to make a buck or two off this?]

[airshow]

Man, how did you know? I have a whole backstory to regale you with if you really want an answer to that question.

[ He does some quick mental math there. Are we talking actually bottomless or just really really deep? Doesn't matter; you're looking at a man who can really pack away the fruity drinks. ]

Thirty, huh? That sounds a liiiiittle steep [ no it doesn't ] but I suppose you pay for convenience...

[fuckai]

Yeah, no. I definitely don't.

[But then, this pool float maniac actually expresses interest in Church's half-assed payment plan. And that has him scrambling to actually sit up in the pool chair he'd all but become a part of.]

Holy shit you're re-- uh. Yeah, wow, sorry pal. Did I say thirty? Thirty is what the last asshole who was selling by the pool was giving, and I'm pretty goddamn sure his "hard stuff" was actually just shit from the kiddie pool.

Forty, and I'll throw in one of these umbrella things.

[airshow]

[ Damn, this guy has no business acumen at all, huh? ]

Oh my god, an umbrella thing? Really? You can just give those away?