2020-04-08 - A Wiener and Two Sultanas

While there are some on this surprisingly tepid spring evening who elect to walk along the boardwalk or do something tasteful in town, there's people like Ainslie who decide to just park their asses in one of the town watering holes and knock a few back. It's been a busy week for the woman: the Computers for Cats fundraiser at her work and a few other personal things that ate up a surprising amount of Ainslie's time. She finished up at work a few hours earlier, trudged on home to peel off her 'fancy' clothing, and made her way BACK into town (didn't drive) to seek out some 'unravelling' time.

Hence.. why she's here! It's well past dinner time; the hour is pushing 9pm but to Ainslie -- who isn't working tomorrow -- the night is young. She's up at the bar in a pair of tight black denims and an open-necked buttondown tunic-style shirt (navy blue) .. one long leg is folded over the other, eyes locked upon 'something' across the room in one of the booths. She looks relaxed and amused as she lifts a pint of honey brown ale to her lips, hair hanging loose down her back.

Alisha is already here and at the bar. Dressed in her gutter goth finery at the bar. More than a few drinks in. Still keeping half a eye on the rest of the place while she drinks. Spotting Ainslie coming in and settling at the bar. She smirks at the other woman. "You are looking good tonight. How did the new job go?" she asks mildly curious. "Alright getting your drink on. Well good for you."

To determine the best place to drink, Ariana has been checking out each and every place where alcohol can be consumed. And because she wants to make a good decision, she will be checking them all out more than once. Tonight it is the Pourhouse's turn. The Russian blonde, with her grumpy face on (as usual), throws open the door and steps inside like she's in a wild west saloon. Though at least she's not dressed like a cowboy. Rather it is boots, jeans, and a 'Drinking is the original social media' t-shirt - this weather is hot for her.

A quick scan of the bar before she sees a familiar set of legs at the bar. How could she forget those? Ariana stomps towards Ainslie.

Another deep swig as Ainslie continues to observe 'something' across the way. She doesn't seem bothered by whatever she is watching; if anything she is amused. One of her favorite activities on nights like this is to pick a random pair of people and create a story in her head re: what they could be up to or doing. Usually she's WAY off the mark but it's a fun thing to do, when she's unapologetically drinking alone. But then a voice: Ainslie lowers her glass, looks sideward quickly and grins at Alisha, "Oh hey," She tips an imaginary hat. "Thanks.. ain't doing too bad for beig up since the crack of sparrow fart, eh?" A beat, she gives Alisha the onceover. She could never wear black like that.. not with her dark hair. "It's going great though.. Stef's been real patient and helpful and I think we found our groove. What's new with you?"

Motion in Ainslie's peripherals reveals Ariana's approach and she gives the surly Russian a wave. My, doesn't she look sweet! Ainslie is good with names, "Oi Ariana, welcome to the party." She calls out in greeting.

Alisha lifts her shot and downs it while Ainslie speaks. Wiping her mouth and smirking at her. "Crack of sparrow's fart? Well that's a new one. I might have to steal that. Still you are rocking your look." Ali doesn't seem too drunk yet. She's working on it though. "Hey great to hear that is going well. Yeah Stefhan is a patient guy, even if a bit of neat freak. You know the type, probably got potty trained at gun point." she jokes about her friend. "With me not much. People in the city keep me busy. You wouldn't believe all of what the townies get up to while drunk. Puts me to shame really."

Her eyes go to who the dair haired woman is greeting. And offers a nod to the other blonde from the distance.

"It is nice to see you again, Ainslie. You are looking quite beautiful tonight" greets the heavily accented Ariana before there is further greeting in the form of kisses to each cheek. Her bright blue eyes looking over Alisha before offering a nod in return. "Goth? I like it. It has been a while since I have seen it." A quick glance to both women's hands. "Who needs a drink? This round is on me." She slams a hand on the bar before yelling. "Barkeep! Do you want us to die of thirst!"

"Hey thanks.. not quite as dramatic as what you got goin' on there. I call this lazy-as-fuck-chic." Ainslie gestures to her attire, before slamming another enormous gulp of ale. She's barely showing for the couple of pints that she's already consumed, but then again Ainslie is always this relaxed. However Alisha's jest about her great bossman nonetheless causes Ainslie to belt out her bawdy belly laughter. "Oh God, you may be right... he's a great fellow, but that must have been the case. Man.." She looks down into her drink, back up to Alisha. "You're gonna have to tell me some drunk townie stories. Seriously. I can only imagine."

By then Ariana arrives and straight-up suprises Ainslie with her greeting. Dark eyes are round in her face, "Lord Almighty this is a new blouse.. must be workin' wonders, I'm raking in the compliments! You're both going to make me damned well blush." A pause as she is given the Russian howdy-ho, her cheeks tingling. As Ariana calls for more grog, Ainslie laughs again. "I could use another.. saddle on up, Ari, and get to know my buddy Alisha. Doesn't she look great with that bright hair? I have to take a piss.. I'll be back in a jig. Save my seat." She bids, sliding off her stool and indeed going to the ladies room to break the seal.

Alisha looks right back up at Ariana. The thick accent is hard to miss. "Not many goths in where you are from? We've got a few in town." extending her hand to the russian "Alisha." she offers her name. And what a wait to make friends. The offer of a round is met with a smile "I could use another. And I'll never turn one down." a eyebrow raised at the forcefulness that she uses "Might want to dial it back a bit. I've been kicked out of here before for asking in a similar tone." she tries to offer some friendly advice.

Tilting her head back to Ainslie "Yeah well not everyone can pull off my look. And as lazy as fuck can still look good." she does laughs some at the reaction. She didn't think her joke was that funny, but hey she's had some already. "He is great. But yeah anyway. I doubt you really want to know. But come to think about there was this guy. Granted it's the middle of winter. Who decided after a six pack to go from trailer to trailer shouting how he had the cock of god. Of course I got that call and had to get him to calm down before bring him back to the cell. And oh how did he go on." she tells one tale before Ariana has to rush off. Shaking her head and laughing after.

"Which god's cock did he have? One of the small ones?" Ariana smirks before completing the introductions. "Ariana Volkov. From Russia." Just in case Alisha missed that. A wave to Ainslie as she heads off to relieve herself. No buckets at the bar? Sometimes Ariana misses Siberia...but she's quite happy to watch the slender woman walking off in those jeans. A nod to Alisha's advice about yelling at the barkeepers. "Sometimes you need to be heard." Ariana shakes her head. "No, not many Goths where I come from. They get beaten up. Badly."

Alisha laughs "Oh yeah it was tiny." holding her pinky and leaving it half-crocked "That big and he was excited." she nods to the name "Nice to meet you Ariana. From Russia you don't say? We've been getting a few people in from there recently." noting the looks given to Ainslie's exit. "She does have nice ass doesn't she?" she comments offhandedly. "Just they don't always take it well. But do what you want to. Just they might at the very least spit in your drink." she shrugs after she speaks. Another and heartier laugh at what the Russian says next "Some try here. And they regret it badly when they try with me. Or any of the goths I know. The beating is turned against them."

He's far more of a regular at the Twofer. But maybe it was karaoke the other evening that's reminded him to pay a visit to the Pourhouse. Whatever the reason, Joe's rolling in looking pleased and cheerful, only a blue workshirt over a white t-shirt and jeans, the former with the sleeves rolled up to display his tattoos. Well, the ones on his forearms, anyway, as well as the long scars from wrist to elbow.

He claims a stool with a kind of gingerly hitch up, as if his joints were hurting him, but he doesn't look drawn or pale or otherwise unhappy. Quite the reverse: he looks windblown and a little windburned, but tired and contented.

She's back, hiking up her denims and adjusting the flow of her top. Ahhhhh relief. Room for more booze. She missed all of the comments, of course; but now Ainslie is marching her ass back to her seat and she hefts up the drink without missing a beat. "Sorry, my eyeballs were floating. What's this about God's cock?" Asked with a snort. She gives both women a friendly, appreciative glance though more movement catches Ainslie's attention. Joe and his tattoos! Not shy, Ainslie calls out: "Hey bud! Love the ink!" Not mockingly at all.. seriously. Ainslie is not shy and she says it as it is.

"Sorry I had to rush out.. they should have buckets here. Seriously." Oh Ainslie.. maybe she would fit in well in Russia.

Alisha smiles at Ainslie's return. "Eh we've all been there. Yeah guy running around a trailer park with no pants on. Tiniest little thing you ever did see. It was almost cute in it's own way." telling that part of the story to her. "Ariana is getting us more to drink. In case you missed it, so fun all around." turning her head to the new arrival. She doesn't also appreciate the ink she can see "It looks good on you." she adds her comments. "Sorry if your catching parts of the conversation you don't want to hear."

"Not only is it a nice ass but she presents it well" Ariana asides to Alisha. "People do not spit in drinks for flavor anyway?" she deadpans before turning back to the bar. Where is the vodka? When the barkeep does look her way she says, "Another drink for my friends and a bottle of vodka for me." Since the service is so slow, may as well get the whole bottle. "You have fighting Goths in this town? That sounds interesting."

A smirk at the return of Ainslie and her comments. "Buckets is so efficient" she nods before waving her hand at Alisha. "Your friend says she has seen the cock of a god and it was very small. Even while excited. I guess she excited it to make sure." She follows her companion's gazes towards Joe and offers him a wave and what may, one day, grow up to be a smile.

This evening's poison is apparently a Jack and Coke - usually a sign that he's there more socially than for serious drinking. A glance over at that call, and then Joe's grinning back at her, puckish. "Thanks," he says. "That's only a li'l bit of it." Delivered too innocently for it to be flirtatious, at least in terms of tone.....and he doesn't offer to show more.

The order of the whole bottle of vodka makes the grin broaden further. Eavesdropping? Perhaps a bit.

Man oh man she would love to get inked. But the cost is not plausible at this juncture. "Trailer park eh.. wonder if it was in Huckleberry. I sure as shit would've seen though..." Ainslie gives the bartender a quick wolfish smile as her next pint is set down. "Tiny cute lil' thing..? Cripes, you must've loved having to wrangle that one in." Ainslie snorts laughter, "I don't have anything like that in my repertoire of 'special sights'... not in Stef's outfit. I mostly have tales of weird customers from the greasy spoon that I worked at.. mostly odd habits, annoying stuff." A quick grin to Alisha, "Nothing on that."

Content now as she feels the beer pool coolly in her belly, Ainslie tucks some hair behind an ear. "Had this one fellow who got pissed off when he was given a coffee mug that was not blue... once caught a stoner drinkin' down the syrup bottle and leaving the pancakes. Boring stuff like that. Nothing like a teeny weenie shaking in the wind."

To Ariana, "How ya settlin'? You and Kip doing ok?"

Perhaps finally drinks arrive. Alisha is ready for more shots. She nods to Ariana "That is true. And yeah no they aren't suppose to at least here. Doesn't mean they don't." not sure if she is serious with the deadpan tone. "Say you want a bottle? How about we both get one and see who can finish it first." she offers a challenge and probably a mistake against the Russian woman. "Not others. Just me and I do a damn good job of fighting." laughing a little at the talk of encouraging it. "Had to make sure. Not everyday you see it."

Ali then looks back to Joe "Maybe you have pictures then. I like tats on others, they aren't for me. I prefer other forms of body mods." she comments, but otherwise letting him be.

"It was in Huckleberry. It was a year or two ago though. Don't know if you were in town then." she says "Oh yeah it was a blast. Luckily and obviously he wasn't packing anything lethal. Still happy to hear about any of the tales from your weird customers in the diner." before listening to the stories "Eh well being in my line of work you get to see it all. But seeing a stoner down a syrup bottle. That is some funny shit." she gives a hearty laugh.

Ariana peers at one of the exposed tattoos on Joe's arm before a laugh to herself. "You do not sound Russian" she yells across the bar to the man but you have Russian tattoo. A gesture for him to come closer. "Do not worry, we do not bite." A glance at each of the women with her at the bar. "I cannot promise that, actually, but you need drink something stronger than Coke. And we are talking about cocks. A man's opinion would be helpful."

"I have been allowed to take a room where Kip lives, so that is working out well" Ariana nods to Ainslie. "We are investigating some of the strange stories in town that do not feature penises. Though, perhaps, some will eventually. I am working on equipment that will better record what we see but never capture." A furrowed brow as she asks, "What is wrong with a mug that is not blue?"

A grin for Alisha soon follows. "Yes, a bottle of vodka each and we shall see who falls off their chair first. You are a brawler too? Maybe we can start a bar fight later? What is a Huckleberry?"

Happily for Alisha, Captain Object Lesson is listening, and is not in the least afraid of speaking up. "Forgive me for bein' so rude as to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help overhearin', and let me tell you somethin', speakin' from experience, never, ever, ever challenge a Russian to a drinkin' contest. 'specially if you don't want a tattoo. I have this one," And he lifts his left arm to display the bold Cyrillic print, scarlet and black, "Because I did exactly that."

Then Ariana's requesting his presence, and he rises to come sauntering over, drink held loosely. "This is Jack and Coke,don't worry, I'm not sittin' here drinkin' no soda. I'm hesitant to ask why you need my opinion on that subject, but hell, I'll bite."

"I got here in April of 2018.." Ainslie reflects, though it takes a few minutes to recall. Meanwhile as the bottle of vodka is brought 'round the slender brunette rounds her eyes, "Wow.. you're not fucking around." Said with admiration... this could be a much, much more fascinating evening than what she bargained for! Then Alisha pipes up, wanting to match, and Ainslie whoops laugher. "Whoa.. okay, this is really on now, isn't it?" She straightens, slamming more of her pint. The climb to drunkenness via the beer route is long and steady, but her cheekbones are beginning to glow and her eyes take on that that tiger brightness. "Maybe if I got a description of the guy... maybe I'll know of him but... ain't important. God Prick can just stay anonymous." And that's that.

Joe is beckoned over and Ainslie will gesture to a seat for him if he is inclined, before turning back to Ariana, "It's nice to see you again." She means it, "Hope you don't field many other stories about tiny pricks... I'm glad you're finding your stride.." A quick blush, "Huckleberry is a local trailer park. It's where I'm living, ah.." Ahem. "Ya see a lot of weird stuff... but people look out for each other." Speaking of..

"Joining their competition?" A big grin up at Joe. "I'm debating it but I don't know if I'll be able to match a kickass cop and a Russian."

Alisha smirks at Ariana "It's on then. Maybe I will fall off first, but you'll at least get some competition." a little bit of a snort for being a brawler "In years before later." and well Ainslie steals a little of her thunder. Going to her purse to flash a well polished badge, why she she does carry it around with her. "Can't get into a bar room brawl unless it's to stop it." putting it back. An eyebrow raised at looking into strange stories. "Plenty of those to go around in this town. Likely you'll only get a really answers from a few folks though."

Eyes go back to Joe as he offers advice "If we didn't want to be heard, we wouldn't be speaking so loudly. I appreciate your experience, but there are only a few who can drink me under the table. No matter where they are from. And hey if I have a tat when I come to it's at least another story." she does look over the ink "Maybe I'll fare better." ah youthful arrogance.

"Could have been around that time. Don't really recall the date." smirking some at the laughter "I'd say so and yeah I really couldn't describe him much. Except for between his legs and if you'd seen it you'd know." thoroughly laughing after that point. "Join if you want. Hell anyone who wants to. Shall we say the first to fall down pays for the bottles?"

"You dilute Jack with Coke?" Ariana shakes her head at Joe's sacrilege. Once he is close by, she is grabbing his arm to check out the tattoo in more detial. "Cosmonaut? You work in space, Joe?" A curious tilt of her head. "You have no opinion on cocks? Don't you have one?"

Ariana listens to Ainslie for a moment before holding a finger up. "I shall describe him for you. It is like a cocktail sausage with two sultanas underneath. Does this sound familiar to you? And if it does, I feel sorry for you because you deserve so much more." To Joe she also asks, "Sounds familiar to you? Oh...you are a police, Alisha? They have Goth police here?" She looks over the badge and shrugs. "I would have no idea what that is supposed to look like." A nod to the other blonde. "First one to fall off, pays for the bottles."

"Me, join in?" Joe demurs, laughing. "Not a chance. Got too much sense now." He lifts his glass. "With maturity comes.....if not good sense, then the lessons learned from experience. But I'll join y'all to drink, if you like." A glance between them, ending up on Ariana. "My money's on her, though. Never met a Russian wasn't weaned straight from their mother's milk to vodka. I didn't get the ink while I was drunk. I made the bet while I was drunk and the ink was the scot. I'm a man of my word, so I got it when I sobered up."

He tips his glass at Ariana. "I'm goin' easy on myself tonight. And I did. I had the privilege of working with cosmonauts. Lived for two and a half years in Star City," He adds the town's Russian name, "Zvyozdny gorodok," since the English translation isn't exact. "Now I'm retired. And I got all kinds of opinions on 'em, just depends on your question." The appearance of the badge makes him raise a brow. "Mos' police I've met are a lot more clean-cut off-duty," he notes, but he doesn't sound disapproving.

"I'll pass on the cocktail sausages.." Ainslie snorts, "Nope.. definitely hadn't seen that run past my window. Else I'd throw him a sock to keep that little critter covered." A big, animal-white grin and a wink to Ariana. Her beer well and truly gone, Ainslie is ready to move onwards! This may or may not end well!

She watches and listens, still polite because she IS Canadian, as her companions chat. Once the vodka flows, she'll be ready!

Alisha shrugs at the question asked "I don't look like this on duty and yeah I am a cop. I even take out some of ear piercings. We all have our off duty lives after all." she hhmmms "It's real enough for this town. And deal." her smile more than a touch cocky. Looking like she's already won.
ilting her head back to Joe "Then I probably need to learn my own lessons. Sure though drink with us. The more the merrier I say." she just shakes her head "Could be a safe bet. I've had to catch up to heavy drinkers rather quickly though, so don't go throwing your money away just yet." her gaze turning into one of approval "Not many people keep to their word. Good to see you are one who does." at the raise of the brow and his words "Most are. I'm not though. Got my own life that has little to do with the force and honestly they were used to me looking like this long before I joined." she says very matter of fact.

Ariana seems impressed by Joe's time in Star City. Well, she's not outright scowling anymore so it could be interpreted as impressed. "You were an astronaut, Joe? And you ended up here. This town must have an appeal that I have yet to discover, though I have not been here long." A wry smirk at being his favorite. "I shall not let you down, Joe."

"I do not blame you about the cocktail sausages. What is the other name for it in English? Weiners? Yes, avoid the weiners. I don't think it needed a whole song. One of those thumb covers when sewing would do it" Ariana muses before ordering another bottle for Ainslie. "If you fall unconscious, Ainslie, do not owrry, I will take you home." No confirmation on whose home.

Ariana raises her bottle and clinks it against Alisha's. "Good luck." She downs a few gulps of the alcohol, relishing every drop, sighing contentedly as she places the bottle back down for a moment. "Not too bad. A little watered down... What else do you do when not being a cop, Alisha?"

He's apparently decided he's judge and chaperone, for Joe settles down, setting his drink down on the table, looking between them. "So, whose lack of equipment are we discussing?" he has to ask, once the rules are settled.

A wry look for Alisha, but no comment. She's far from the only cop in this town with a secret life, no doubt. "I was," he confirms. "Got injured, though, had to retire. Sailed away when I was better enough to do so....and whatever was pulling me stopped when I got here, so here I am." He spreads his hands, displaying the long, callused palms.

The moment the bottle arrives and she knocks back her first shot, Ainslie isn't thinking much about streakers. A snort then at Ariana's trying of 'alternative terms'.. she feels the fine burn of the alcohol in her nostrils. "Pffaha, weiner." A little chuckle, liking the feel of the drink in her throat. Good thing she is off tomorrow. "I'll do my best not t'be a burden. Passing out isn't my style." Said cheerfully.. and it's true. She may get straight up snockered, but it's not often that Ainslie is tits up from the drink. She knows that she can't compete with these two... she's just drinking in solidarity!

Dark eyes look between Alisha and Joe next.. she's not so focused on the drink that she cannot follow and enjoy the tangent of conversation! All three of these folks: fascinating. She's just a trailer park girl!

Alisha clicks her own bottle in return "Same to you." Bottle to her lips and upending it, taking down a fourth in quick order. Some very long swallows before putting it down on the corner. Looking unbalanced and swaying some already, as she finishes swallowing the booze and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. "Yeah it's not the top shelf stuff." tapping her chin a little "Drinking for one. Doing my own hunting for weird stories I guess. Getting laid. I guess those are the main three. How about you when you aren't drinking or looking for bar fights?" she asks Ariana.

"A guy I arrested in Huckleberry once. Got way too drunk and went from trailer to trailer shouting about the cock of god. Guess you missed that part in the eavesdropping." she gives a drunk shrug.

"Heey Ain...Ains...you. I'm sure you'll be able to do just find. So no burden at all. And passing out isn't anyone's style. Now a good blackout drunk where you have to piece together the evening. That's a good time."

"You were pulled here?" Ariana smirks at Joe. "You must be annoyed they stopped." The vodka is starting its dreadful work...or she's like this all the time. "You have a yacht? Did you see any sea monsters?" They're definitely out there!

A playful nudge of Ainslie. "Hey, pretend to be unconscious then. We can figure it out. No burden at all. I have carried out lumberjacks from Siberian bars because they were stinking up the place...and they make great snow barriers." Ariana grins as Alisha drinks down so much. "Well done." The Russian downing some more herself as she listens to the cop. "Weird stories? We have that in common then. Have you met Kip? I work with her making programs about the supernatural. She is the face, obviously. I do the behind the scenes. Camera. Instruments. She tells me this place is a goldmine."

Joe, for his part, is apparently just going to nurse that drink and enjoy the show, for now. Solidarity only extends so far. Merely listening, now, brows lifted.....but there's that hint of a grin, in the lines around his mouth. "What's the strangest thing y'all've found?" he wonders. A grin for Alisha's story, but then he says to Ariana, "Well, I got a boat. Calling her a yacht....li'l too grand, I think. Not literally. A.....a feeling," he says, and taps his breastbone. "Like a compass needle turning to the north."

A little hiss of laughter. "Were you with her in Pripyat?" he asks, tone slightly more somber.

Drunkeness for Ainslie manifests as good cheer... she is not an angry drunk; she is not depressive; she doesn't get too raunchy. She just gets musical and happy. By her third slam of the clear liquid her body language relaxes significantly... one leg extends so that her heel can tap gently against her perch. Her head bobs atop a lithe stalk of neck.. not woozily, but it's as if some of her musical Gaelic soul is simply allowed to come to the surface more. Alisha is watched with an amused look, her mouth curled up into a wry smile, "Aw, not much my way anymore.. not since coming here." For 'reasons'... but Ainslie knows when to push it just far enough to hover at that precipice. "I like knowin' what I've done, but rememberin' the doings is much of the fun and..." She doesn't make sense. Ainslie snorts, shakes her head. "Baww."

To Ariana now: "A fucking lumberjack!? Was they the size of damned circus bears? Have t'be right? Because.. Siberia... and..." She silences briefly.. even climbing into the bag, she shows respect when hearing the word Pripyat. Down the hatch with another gulp of vodka.

Alisha smirks at the compliment. "I do my best." raising the bottle again for slower drinks. But she really doesn't have started so early and after a few more gulps sets it down. "Yep and tracking them down. Just the other week I had a little help chasing down something out of Legend. You know the movie? Anyway horrible green thing, sharp teeth. Oh with a pet great white with rotating teeth like a chainsaw blade. So yeah weird stories." before a little burp. "Alright I'm probably too drunk. Eh yeah never met Kip. Heard about her from a friend of mine. But cool, cool for making a show. No one ever believes it, but put the word out there." yeah she is way too drunk.

Listening to Joe as he talks. She hmms at Ainslie "Really shame I think. Ah well we all have our fun don't we. Damn I think I'm done in. So..." hand back in her purse to fish out some bills to the pay for the bottles. It's going to be a Uber night for her and she knows not to drink until she passes out in public.

"You know Kip?" Ariana seems surprised by this revelation from Joe. "And you know about Pripyat? Da...yes...I was there. I met her when she was investigating an incident in Siberia. I was working for the local television there. On camera if you can believe that. I did a story on her and we hit it off. Been working together ever since." Another few mouthfuls. "Sometimes we have breaks" she admits. "I do not think a 'boat' can sail over the ocean, Joe."

"He was huge" Ariana nods about the lumberjack. "Definitely not the man that Alisha was chasing in the Huckleberry. You look like a happy drunk, Ainslie. This I like" she grins - an actual smile, though it does look quite wolfish. She hasn't had a lot of practice with smiling.

Ariana looks a little disappointed as Alisha admits a loss. She wraps her free arm around the other blonde and gives her a tight side hug. "You did good, cop. You tried and that is what counts. 'Legend'? I do not think I know that movie. What happened to this monster? Do you have photographs of it?" She drains some more of her vodka before belching loudly. "That shows appreciation" she slurs a little in explanation.

Alisha's tapping out, and Joe looks....well, there's no triumph there. Only a kind of acknowledgement. He warned her and now she knows. "That's messed up," he says. "But that....sounds like this town." Almost matter of fact about it.

Then he nods at Ariana. "Met her a time or two, heard her mention filming there. That sounds fuckin' insane," he opines. "And a li'l boat can sail the ocean, you handle her right. Mine's only thirtysix foot, but I sailed her from the east coast of America to here." He seems to be wholly serious.

Perhaps it's a good thing that Ainslie does everything she can to not pass out. Because then the music dies. Had she her fiddle, even in such a state, she could have knocked out a few tunes. But as dark eyes watch Alisha's further descent into drunkeness, she reaches out and gives the beat cop a quick one-armed hug.. seconds-long, she isn't sure if Alisha is the type, even drunk. "We all win~!" She drawls, and gives a little scowl as she sees moment being produced. "Hold 'er hold 'er now I will help--" She begins to dig into her own purse.

But as she rifles along her lips pull into a smile and she's mumbling. Then crooning. And out of nowhere, some manner of Scots Gaelic spills from her lips in a sung tune that isn't unpleasant.. she has a nice, calming voice. But Ainslie tosses out some bills, still singing outright in Scots Gaelic. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHe2H2WOQXs; Fear a' Bhata ('The Boatman'))

Ariana's comment about her 'happy drunkeness' is noted and the Russian's smile is returned with a wink, even as Ainslie continues to trill without missing a beat. She would compliment on that smile but that means stopping her tune. Ainslie cuts herself off there and as she, too, waits for a safe ride home she will remain settled with this trio, crooning softly to herself so as to not disrupt the conversation. Talk of boats, on Joe's part, softens her gaze some.. as if in nostalgia.

Alisha returns the side hug "Would have gotten further in I hadn't started early tonight. Rematch sometime?" She then moves to stand and has to brace herself against the bar to keep her balance. "What happens to every monster I track down. It's dead and gone. Never going to take another innocent life again. No photos, didn't have time and phones were wet." she explains, not that she expects anyone to believe her.

A little nod to Joe. He did warn her, but she isn't so great with the listening to advice. Still listening to the stories as she gets her phone out to call in a ride.

Giving a one armed hug back to the Canadian "Being drunk is always a win. Nah I got it. I did lose the bet, so it's on me." pausing as the song comes out. A bit of smile creeping into her face.

Ariana, in her happy state, eyes Joe suspiciously. "From the east coast to here? Does that mean you sailed it on the back of a truck?" A wink to show she is teasing. "Panama Canal or the long way round? And thirty six feet is not a boat." She thinks on that. "The definition of a boat is one that does not have a boat on it, yes? So, if you have a lifeboat, you do not have a boat."

If Ariana knew the song, she would be singing along with Ainslie. What this means, of course, is that there will be Russian folk songs later. She helps to steady Alisha when the cop rises. "We shall definitely have a rematch. I look forward to it. If I ever get arrested, I hope it will be by you. Maybe you can tell me more of your stories later. All of you."

But for now it is time for drinking, singing, desperate dashes to the bathrooms, and finally getting thrown out at closing time.