Questions of science; science and progress [Closed/ Incomplete]
Characters: Melinoe & Phonos
Date/Time: April 1st; 11:30 p.m.
Location: O'Shae's Bar & Grill
Rating: PG-13 (We'll play it by ear)
Warnings: Drinking and drinking and possibly some fighting
Summary: Meli's had just about all she can tolerate; and it doesn't help that the new testosterone has shortened her patience. Phonos is coming to keep an eye on her
This was just ducky, wasn't it?
In one day, she'd managed to turn into a man, ostracize her best friend and still come out as the clear and undefeated loser of an ongoing attempt in getting someone she cared far too deeply for to realize that maybe it was all right to feel something. Well, maybe feeing anything wasn't such a great idea after all.
What works best for that? That burning numb of alcohol, best provided by someone else. At least she wasn't home becoming a slave to her couch anymore; just to a bar and barstool.
At one point, a girl came up and had the idea of wanting to chat He-Melinoe up. Luckily enough, Melinoe had the sense to not give her female mortal name. "Murphy." It sounded right and masculine enough. Her hand landed on Murphy's leg a little too high, and that just about did Melinoe in for the night in talking to anyone for more than "Can I get another, please?". Or standing upright. The pressure against the front of the jeans she wore was enough to make her thankful that she was not a man on a regular basis.
Many shots and some harder drinks later, Melinoe had some idea that checking her phone for messages was a good plan, which somehow lead to Phonos wanting to 'keep an eye on' her, and she was now waiting for him to show. "Stupid," she muttered to herself, throwing back what the bartender referred to as Jameson.
Date/Time: April 1st; 11:30 p.m.
Location: O'Shae's Bar & Grill
Rating: PG-13 (We'll play it by ear)
Warnings: Drinking and drinking and possibly some fighting
Summary: Meli's had just about all she can tolerate; and it doesn't help that the new testosterone has shortened her patience. Phonos is coming to keep an eye on her
This was just ducky, wasn't it?
In one day, she'd managed to turn into a man, ostracize her best friend and still come out as the clear and undefeated loser of an ongoing attempt in getting someone she cared far too deeply for to realize that maybe it was all right to feel something. Well, maybe feeing anything wasn't such a great idea after all.
What works best for that? That burning numb of alcohol, best provided by someone else. At least she wasn't home becoming a slave to her couch anymore; just to a bar and barstool.
At one point, a girl came up and had the idea of wanting to chat He-Melinoe up. Luckily enough, Melinoe had the sense to not give her female mortal name. "Murphy." It sounded right and masculine enough. Her hand landed on Murphy's leg a little too high, and that just about did Melinoe in for the night in talking to anyone for more than "Can I get another, please?". Or standing upright. The pressure against the front of the jeans she wore was enough to make her thankful that she was not a man on a regular basis.
Many shots and some harder drinks later, Melinoe had some idea that checking her phone for messages was a good plan, which somehow lead to Phonos wanting to 'keep an eye on' her, and she was now waiting for him to show. "Stupid," she muttered to herself, throwing back what the bartender referred to as Jameson.