xp_logs | Backdated Thrusday: Jay & Monet afternoon, then Jay, Monet, Jennie evening.

Jay convinces Monet to help him. Only it doesn't take much convincing. Infact, she pays for the first round and invites Jennie along for the ride.

Rubbing his eyes, Jay scanned the papers in front of him. Scrutinizing over the list of ingredients in his suite. How was he ever going to know if he was doing it right, especially when the test called for a
drink to be poured a specific way as one liquid was heavier than the other? Collecting the papers up, he decided he had to find someone with alcoholic purchasing freedom and left his suite, heading down the
hallway, a few feathers falling in his wake.

Monet was in her suite, contemplating giving herself another manicure, drumming lime green fingernails idly against the tabletop. Looking up as she heard heard a knock on the door, she called "It's open!"

He pushed open the door and closed it behind him. "Ah have a proposition an' Ah'm gettin' desperate," Jay announced. "Interested?"

Desperate, huh? Well, by all accounts, Big Kev had a bit of a problem in bed, what with whole making things rot issue. Monet raised an eyebrow at Jay. "Well, that really depends. Not that you aren't far
too pretty for your own good, but aren't you seeing Kevvy-pants at the moment?"

He smiled. "Ain't nobody gotta know. Ya ain't so bad yerself--" he teased and pushed off the door, taking a seat next to her. "Ah reckon ya know yer drinks right? Think ya could, if Ah gave ya tha money, buy
these an' Ah could test em out on ya?"

"Wait, buy the spirits to mix the drinks with, or the drinks themselves? I'm not sure I follow you." Monet and her friends back in Sydney had, on occasion, bribed alcoholics to buy them drinks before
they'd realised that using Monet's telepathy was simpler, back before her father had shipped her off to Xavier's, the first time. This seemed remarkably like that, only from the other side.

"Buy tha spirits ta mix tha drinks, ya. Ah got this test 'ere fer Friday an' its gettin' ta crunch time. Ah don' know if Ah can make 'em right or not. Ah ain' got any practice in. Ah thought Ah could do it without but yesterday was a real eye opener, an' Ah know Ah can', unless Ah try."

Oh yeah. Shades of being fifteen all over again. "Sure, but you've got to drink half of what you make, okay?"

"Wha?" he was about to protest that it wasn't fair but, what? Twelve drinks wasn't a lot. As long as he ate some food, took it slow, he'd be fine, maybe a little tipsy. "Oh al'ight. 'ere," he pulled out a hundred in twenties and passed it off to her. "'bout an hour? Ah gotta eat somethin'. "

Monet waved him off. "Don't worry about it. I'll cover this lot and you can get the next lot, okay? You mind if I invite Jennie along? It'll make sharing the drinks out easier."

'Al'ight." He took the money back, shoving it into his pocket. "Sure, invite Jennie. Than ya can both give me an opinion."

Jay, Monet and Jennie make a terrible threesome. Somewhere along the way, practice is forgotten and they get shitfaced.

A little while later, Jennie was leaning forward and inspecting the tumbler of green liquid in front of her. She quirked an eyebrow and then looked up at Jay. "What's this one called again?"

Monet looked at it, blearily. "I think it's a Lorna? Green, smells weird and tastes funny. It has to be the Lorna."

"Tha' one there's called tha Green Demon. Kinda easy huh?" Jay picked up the glass, giving it a smell. "Bottoms up!" he downed the drink and set it down on the table, making a face at the Rum and vodka mix. Coughing one, he pressed the back of his hand to his mouth and managed to turn his face away. Alcohol was just not his thing.

Jennie shrugged and tossed back the drink, unable to contain her grimace. "Kinda like being punched in the face," she said, coughing. "When, when you think about it, is Ms-- Lorna. Kinda sweet, but with a slap upside the head. Who d'you wanna do next?"

Monet shrugged. "How about a Laurie? Sickly sweet, with something annoying at the bottom." She poured blue carcao into a glass and topped it up with raspberry lemonade. Oooh, that was a niiice shade of purple. "But maybe Laurie should be black sambucca and coke?"

"That there should be a Braddock's sword fer wavin' tha' damn thing in ma face awhile ago. Laurie's more a blue eyed blonde." Jay took the curacao, cacao and topped it with irish cream in two glasses. "I'll drink ta Braddock, ya'll drink ta Laurie."

"Hold it! Laurie needs something else," Jennie tapped a finger against her chin and thought, "Something bitter at the bottom. Gimme some vanilla vodka, too bitter to be really tasty. Oh, and a cherry. Just cause." She and Laurie had reached an impasse of sorts. Jennie gave the younger girl a wide berth, lest she do something that would set Jennie off again.

Monet took a sip and shuddered. "Jesus fuck, that's disgusting! Not enough alcohol in the world to make that ... thingable." She pushed the glass back over to Jennie. "Who next? Because I think a Nathan should just be a jaeger bomb, only we don't have any jaegermeister."

Jay downed the drink, winced, lapping at his tongue and he shook his face at the after taste. "That.. mm... has got some real awful kick ta it. Ah thought ya knew how ta mix, an' not just fer colour," he sniffed as the drink felt like it climbed up his sinuses. "Whoo," he shook his head again. "Nathan's more like a Jaeger Nuke tha'll make ya throw up."

"Nooo, no Jaeger. Jennie and Jaeger are never a good thing. All of my most horrific drunk stories always start with 'and so I started with a shot of Jaeger,'" Including the one where she lost her virginity. "Let's just say Nate's a Jaeger bomb and move on. Now, Betsy is totally a purple nipple."

Monet nodded sagely. "That time I fell out of a cab on the Parramatta Expressway when I opened the door to throw up? I'd been drinking Jaeger. Ruined my jacket, too, since we were going maybe a hundred at the time."

"No Jaeger experiences fer me thanks. ah here, Betsey's already done, wha' 'bout Kev? He's like a sweatin' Monk. Except a lil' more wild an' finger lickin' good," he smirked, taking up the Crown Royal and mixing it with Schnapps. "Needs somethin' though."

"Add some blavod," said Jennie, grabbing the bottle and plunking it down in front of Jay in the enthusiastic way that only the truly shitfaced could. "You know, cause it's black. Like the cloud that follows him around."

"It's a pity we don't have a really narrow glass. He should be in a narrow glass because he's repressed." Monet stared at the sea of partially-used bottles of spirits on the table. "'m going to be hungover tomorrow."

"You know, your brother doesn't get hangovers?" Jennie said. "He sucks."

"It's because he's too young. 's still practically a baby. Or maybe because he's got that adampting. adapting ability. thing."

"Nah, it's cause he's a smarmy git. He's a git right? I can use that word?"

"I'd say wanker. Hey, Jay, is Marius a git or a wanker?"

"Heh," Jay leaned back in his chair, bangs falling over his eyes and he brushed them away, tapping his chin. "Tha's funny tha' ya ask..."

"Go on..." Monet said.

"Got ya by tha balls, do Ah?" He smirked, leaning forward to pour up Kevin's drink. "Ah reserve ma right not ta answer that question on grounds this might come back an' haunt me."

"But we're right here and can hurt you now if you don't talk. 'sides, Jennue and I won't tell him, will we?"

"Now Jennie --" he paused, pushing the drinks towards them and picking up his own. "-Ah understand her curiosity. But you? There's somethin' wrong wit' tha." He just wasn't sure what.

Understand my curiosity? I am only curious as to what proper slang term I can use in their native language. And any information you have on the dear boy I'd rather you keep to yourself, less I have to go pour a gallon of bleach in my ear," she slugged back her drink with gusto. "JEE-SUS that's vile," she said.

He threw back his head and slammed the shot glass down on the table. "Wow. If he tastes like this, than he'll be more than a looker in bed." He ran the back of his hand across his mouth, brow creasing as he assessed what to make next. "Laurie.. Oh wait, we did Laurie. Who didn' we do yet?"

"Oh god yeah. Word. I don't ever want to know what Jay knows about Marius. Ever. So I guess we just all him a wanker?" Monet leaned forward until her head was resting against the table, humming "You're
a yob, or you're a wanker, Take your fucking choice, So who is your favourite genius, James Hird or James Joyce?" while she listened to Jay talk.

"OH! Oh oh oh oh!": Jennie waved her hand in front of Jay's face like an over-enthusiastic student. "I've got one!"

"Lord woman!" Jay covered his eyes, leaning back into his chair too far and it tipped, landing him right on his wings. "Ouf!" He moaned, rolling out of it and opening his wings, trying to push himself up. "Wha' 'r ya goin' on 'bout??"

"Me or Jen? Because Jen has a name and I have a TISM song." It made sense in Monet's head.

Jennie instead pointed and laughed at Jay, taking a few minutes to get herself under control. "Hahah. Oooooh. Fearless Leader. Scott. What is he?"

"Maybe both," Jay righted his chair and retook his position, mocking a scowl at Jennie before a smirk replaced it. "Oh he's somethin' bitch whipped. Tha's wha' he is."

Monet lifted her head back up off the table. "Then he's a Bacardi breezer. Only someone completely whipped would drink that sort of girly drink. Unless they're a fifteen year old girl."

"Oh no way. Mike's hard. All ya need is a straw an' ya got yerself a bitch pop." He poured the Bacardi and pondered over what to add to it.

"Nooooo, you guys have never seen Fearless Leader in action. I have. He only looks whipped on the surface, but the inside is a nice strong punch in the face."

"Absinthe, then? We really, really don't have any of that. Boo." Monet pouted slightly.

"Oh God, I had absinthe once, when I was in Paris. That's how the night ended in the chicken, and that's all I'm ever going to say about that story," Jennie said.

"In the chicken? How do you end up in a chicken?" Monet stared, taking a sip from one of the random glasses.

"C'mon, let’s hear it." He gestured to her. "Hear it or ya gotta drink three more shots ta make up fer with holdin' info."

In response to that, Jennie quirked an eyebrow at Jay, picked up a bottle of whiskey that had about a quarter of a bottle left, saluted him, and drained the whole thing, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. "Who's next?" she said.

"Aw C'mo--" palms up, watching helplessly as she finished off the bottle. "Shit.."

Monet raised an eyebrow that. Impressive. "Jay's up next. He's got to have done something. One. Embarrassing."

"Yes, tell us your secret of making the straight boys go 'teh gay.'"

"Jus' one kiss an' their spell bound. Ain' nothin' to it. Not that Ah' know of. Maybe it's ma dashin' good looks?" he smirked, fetching the vodka and adding a bit to the drinks. "Ma drinks deserves a cheery. Ah think tha party girl should tell us somethin' 'bout herself."

"In your dreams, baby."

"Only everythin' below tha belt is in ma dreams."

Jennie uncapped a bottle of water and took a long swallow. "Okay, girls, you're both pretty," she said.