Log: Jubilee, Marie-Ange, Doug, Amanda

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Jubilee imbibes just a little bit too much. Luckily, Marie-Ange and the others are there to take care of her.




Jubilee looked at the line of shots in front of her, and grinned somewhat absently as she reached forward to pick one up. Her hand shook so badly that she almost knocked it over before she managed to grab it and knock it back it a quick swallow. "Ten shots of whiskey on the bar, ten shots of whiskey on the bar. If one of those shots, I should happen to drink, there'll be...ten shots of whiskey on the bar." Jubilee sang softly to herself, waving over the bartender.

Marie-Ange intercepted, gesturing with a pointing finger towards Jubilee and a short shake of her head, and then sat down next to her at the bar and picked up one of the empty shot glasses and placed it carefully atop another. "When you can no longer stack them neatly, it means you have had too much. You knocked over the last three." She raised an eyebrow at the tiny asian girl and made another vague gesture at the bartender, who began pouring a large glass of water and set it on the bar in front of them. "Not that I suspect it will help, with your metabolism, but you could at least try to prevent a hangover..."

"Spoilsport." Jubilee muttered darkly, pulling the glass of water toward her with the careful movements of the extremely drunk. "You should have a drink too. In fact, everyone should have a drink! But they can pay for it themselves, cause I ain't got the money for a round."

"I have had a drink. Several, actually. As has Doug, and several others, I am sure." Marie-Ange answered, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "You know that you would have a lot more money if you stopped having .. " she paused, and counted the stacks of shot glasses. "fourteen shots in a row, plus whatever else you have had. You do know that there are cheaper ways to overcome your metabolism if you really feel the need to be drunk beyond all reason, yes?"

"Indu..bubab, Indubib...Sure." she answered, picking up the glass and managing to get it to her mouth with only a small amount of spillage. "But the drugs don work, they just make you worse..." Jubilee grinned widely at Marie-Ange as she finished her somewhat offkey singing.

"I was speaking more about your previous habit of ridiculous sugary drinks, and not about anything that comes in a syringe, powder or..." A pause and a frown. "Well, perhaps Mark might be able to help with that, but if I were you, I would stick to the hash brownies. You need your lungs to work, I think for all of that roof tossing." The off-key singing was ignored, Marie-Ange had heard it before, and had learned that arguing with the drunk about singing was fairly futile. She looked at Jubilee carefully and noted the tremors, and despite the alcohol-induced relaxation, the still pinched and drawn expression on her face. "I think we need to put food in you, before you start burning off muscle you cannot afford to lose."

"Curry?" Jubilee asked hopefully, finishing her water, although it appeared that half of it had dribbled down her front. She placed her hands against the bar and shifted herself off the stool, knees giving way as she placed weight on her feet.

Marie-Ange gave Jubilee a careful look. "Is it going to give you heartburn?" She put an arm out to steady the other woman and rolled her eyes slightly. "Oh yes, you certainly need food before you fall over." She didn't know how much Jubilee had to drink before the shots, or at what point she would pass from merely drunk and into alcohol poisoning. Obviously Jubilee's tolerance for alcohol had increased, but to what extent, Marie-Ange wasn't sure. The number of times she'd seen Jubilee drunk recently was worrisome in and of itself.

"Nah..." Jubilee replied, trailing off as she noticed someone entering the bar. "Oooh. Pretty." She tried to stand on her own, shrugging herself out of Marie-Ange's grip only to have to grab hold of the other girl as she made a descent toward the floor.

"Okaaay. Not doin' that again. Marie-Ange! Take me to the cute guy." Jubilee said, her stage whisper carrying quite clearly, even through the normal noise of a popular watering hole.

"Noo, I don't think you need to go over there." Marie-Ange got Jubilee by the upper arm and continued to steer her towards the door, and fresh air and in the general direction of someplace with food that wasn't beer nuts and nachos. "If you like, I'll text Doug and have him get a phone number for you and you can introduce yourself when you are able to walk without my help." She smirked a little and shook her head, already sending the text with her free hand. One-handed texting was such a useful skill.

"Perfect!" Jubilee replied, a silly grin forming as she finally allowed Marie-Ange to steer her outside. "Bestest friends ever! Like, in the whole wide world!"

Jubilee thrust out her arms as she said the last, staggering slightly as she did so.

Marie-Ange wouldn't have termed it as such. It was more like "Got the short straw on Jubilee watching duty for the night." and publicly she would have called it "Making sure my teammate is healthy enough to be my teammate.". In reality, she was worried about Jubilee, and probably hadn't needed the promise of someone buying her a very large coffee in the morning. Not that she ever turned down a chance to not have to pay for her own caffeine. "You have your choice of twenty-four hour breakfast, twenty-four hour deli sandwiches, twenty-four hour pizza, or twenty-four hour Chinese food all within walking distance."

Jubilee wrinkled her nose in disdain at the mention of Chinese food. "American Chinese food is not Chinese food. Don't make it right, tastes all weird. Breakfast! That's good."

"Doug says they are reasonably authentic, but breakfast it is." Besides, if they went and got Chinese food, Marie-Ange thought, Jubilee would do her best to either eat something terribly smelly, or try to convince Marie-Ange to eat something painful. She continued to steer Jubilee down the sidewalk, avoiding several groups of smokers outside to suffer through New York's ban on smoking in bars and more than a few people equally as drunk as Jubilee. And a few who had managed to be more drunk than Jubilee "Steak for you, miss "I burn off everything I eat to fuel my power". Or chicken, or sausages. If you are good, you can get pancakes and a chocolate milk too."

Jubilee looked over her shoulder at Marie-Ange suspiciously, but it probably came out more like a bleary eyed squint. "You're not making fun of me, are you? I prefer strawberry milkshakes anyhow."

Marie-Ange gave Jubilee her most saintly innocent look as she directed her into the entrance to a somewhat run-down looking diner, past the ancient-looking "Seat Yourselves" sign, and over to one of the booths. "Yes. Yes I am. But they make good milkshakes here." Once Jubilee was sitting and had her menu right-side-up, she sat down herself, waving to the lone waitress with a tired smile. She and Doug had been here enough that she knew the habits of the staff - and how good the milkshakes were.

"Soooo, did Doug get the cute guy's number?" Jubilee asked after a moment of trying to read the menu and then giving up entirely. She pushed it toward Marie-Ange with a somewhat resigned expression. "You order, I don't think I could read the broad side of a barn right now. Not even the 'two legs baaaad, four legs good' bit."

"Two hangover specials please, and coffee for me, and a strawberry milkshake for Jubilee." The waitress had come over almost right away, and didn't even write down the order on her pad - most people got the hangover special, and it wasn't hard to remember coffee and a milkshake. After ordering, Marie-Ange pulled out her phone and tapped the keypad rapidly, sending a "how did it go?" to Doug, along with a 'at diner, meet here if you want?" to the rest of the group. No sense in them not eating too, if they were wrapping things up for the night.

While Marie-Ange texted Doug, Jubilee accepted the delivery of their meal and descended upon it like the proverbial locust. "My appetite, let me show you it." she said when she saw Marie-Ange looking at her.

Marie-Ange raised an eyebrow and pulled one of the two plates of pancakes to her side of the booth, while pushing what would have been her share of the eggs and sausage and hash browns towards Jubilee. She'd ordered two, but mostly for Jubilee's benefit. "My pancakes. You cans not has." She said, smirking. "Never tell Doug I said that though. I like to pretend I have no idea what a lolcat is."

"Boyfriend cat says 'u fail'," Doug said from behind Marie-Ange. He slipped into the booth and nudged his girlfriend over with his hip. He grinned as her smirk turned into a slightly sheepish look. "And you owe me," he continued. "That guy didn't want Jubilee's number. He wanted mine. And he was quite insistent about it." He looked over to the waitress and made a gesture to indicate that he wanted a hangover special as well.

"Pity, 'cause you made such an adorable couple." Amanda slid into the other half of the booth, nudging Jubilee along a little less gently than Doug had Marie-Ange. "Settled the bill. Little Miss Drinks A Lot here owes me her next paycheque." She raised her eyebrow at Marie-Ange and tilted her head slightly in Jubilee's direction, clearly indicating a question as to the shorter girl's condition.

Marie-Ange shrugged, with a similar head tilt. She was -fairly- sure Jubilee would be okay, but this was not the first night they had seen her in this state. "I was going to take the food cost out of her in coffee runs, myself. Since I am not sure I have ever seen anyone try to put an entire pancake in their mouth before. I am sure your stomach could have waited long enough for you to cut it up?" She raised both eyebrows at Jubilee in a incredulous expression, and handed over a napkin. "You have syrup on your cheek."

"M'savin' it for later," Jubilee muttered, going back to eating. "Pass the ketchup?"