Log: Jubilee, Amanda, Marie-Ange, Garrison and Johnny

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Backdated: 2nd February 2012 at about 9pm.

Jubilee's friends help her out after her breakup with Doug




"Does anybody want a peanut?" Amanda asked, holding up the bag of bar peanuts she'd obtained with the last round. Because, to be honest, it was one of the most morose drinking gatherings she'd ever been part of, and at least one of those had been a wake.

"That's a little forward for- oh, Pea-Nut. Got it."

"Besides I think Amanda would use another word for that." Marie-Ange delicately unspeared the fruit from her ridiculous fruity cocktail drink that Jubilee had demanded they all order, and dumped the fruit on a beer mat.

"Why is it I always choose the completely incapable of committing guys?" Jubilee asked, having almost completely ignored the conversation in her quest to get drunk. Unfortunately, with her mutant metabolism, it took an epic amount of alcohol and most of the time, a lot more money then she had. "I like, wonder if Forge would build me a guy if I bribed him with Dr. Pepper and Poptarts."

"Hey hey, I found a-" Johnny paused, looking at the collection of people. "Alright, who's been sleeping with the wrong people?"

"Johnny! Thank fuck." Amanda beamed at the singer. "Come an' join us." Please. For the love of all that's holy and alcoholic, her eyes begged.

"Great muppety Odin, what's with you?"

"Cursed love life."

"You and me both, brother."

Marie-Ange reached over, and flicked Jubilee on the ear with her finger. "No talk of robot boyfriends, people in California or commitment this evening." There was only so much moroseness she could take. "Odin is not a muppet." She said casually. "Although he is fuzzy."

Jubilee rubbed her ear, and then only just stopped herself from poking her tongue out, remembering she'd promised to act like an adult...for the most part. "Fine, but I'm trying every drink in this place at least once tonight, and then we're like, totally moving somewhere else so I can try every drink there."

"You do realize that road leads to the emergency room, right?" Kane took a sip from his pint. "Look, you hooked up with a guy who ended up chasing around his married crush from high school. That means the problem isn't you."

"Wait, what now?"

"Doug broke up with her so he could chase after the Irish red-head I've been bringing in."

"You and her-"

"No. Just work together."

"I think I need a map to keep up with you people."

Amanda snickered. "Especially when you realise every female here has bonked Doug at least once." She nodded at Garrison. "But the Mountie has it right, Tinkerbell. There's no need to blame yourself here - you picked a guy who you felt more for than he felt for you. It happens. Doesn't mean you're defective."

"Except when you count in the two drug dealers I dated previously," Jubilee snapped, and then made a mollifying gesture with a wince."Sorry, dude. I'm like, all over with the emotions right now. I'm totally about the 'not blaming myself' self-help stuff most of the time, just seems like if there's a common factor in something, you shouldn't need a damn map and a compass to figure it out, yeah?"

"If you keep digging for reasons to blame yourself, it does not matter you will find them. If you look for reasons to not blame yourself, you will find those too." Marie-Ange said. "You and Doug dated, it did not work, it is not a reflection on you." She laughed wryly. "I find it ironic that the one person who does not want to blame Doug is the person he just broke up with. Perhaps that should tell you something, no?"

"My experience is that people mostly suck." Johnny shrugged. "I didn't say it was deep."

"Well, getting hammered is a time tested remedy following a break up, give yourself a break. 's hard to make things work when the person you're dating wants someone else. That means it's not you." Garrison punctuated his words by finishing his beer.

"Smart guy," Jubilee noted with a grin, and downed the last of her current drink. "I think it's my turn to buy a round, what do people want?"

"Oh, so now she listens." Amanda mock-scowled at Johnny. "You sure you don't have actual powers of persuasion, Johnny?" She grinned at Jubilee, somewhat evilly. "I'll get a pitcher of Moosehead. Just for me."

"No you won't. I'm in on that pitcher. John?"

"We want a pitcher not a belly itcher."

"Freak."

"I do not even know what that means." Marie-Ange said, and then erred on the side of alcohol and finished her drink. It did not help.

"Dude, how did you date Garrison and not learn something about baseball?" Jubilee asked, but left before Marie-Ange could answer to get their beer.

"If she brings back a pitcher of pina colada, there will be violence," Amanda remarked, watching her teammate leave. "So, Johnny, how're things with you? Working hard or hardly working?"

"I'm working on a couple of things. Kenny has a new line in town, and then there's my Black Sabbath cover band."

"Are you-" Garrison said, and then cut himself off and followed Jubilee to the bar. "Hey. You don't need to run away, eh? We're here for you."

"S'cool, dude," Jubilee replied, finishing the order before she turned and lent back against the bar. "Terry's a friend of mine, you know? If it weren't gonna be incredibly awkward, I probably would've been taking her out drinking tonight after the whole 'Bobby left for the West Coast Annex' stuff. It's not even like I can blame Doug. I mean, I totes knew it wasn't supposed to be serious between us. Shit, I don't know, dude. Just makes me fuckin' tired sometimes, fuck relationships, yeah?"

"You know that you're allowed to be pissed, right?" said Kane. "Seriously, kick some ass,."

"When would I stop bein' pissed? Like seriously, dude. It's not that I'm not, but it's like, fucked if I know. Sometimes I just wanna smash someone for even lookin' at me sideways lately," Jubilee said, picking up the pitcher of Pina Colada and gesturing back toward the table. "Which would totes get me landed in jail big time, although I suppose I could get one of the healing factor people to let me wail at them for awhile."

"You missed my point. Be pissed about what you've gone through. Or direct it at guys like me, who can absorb all the the anger.

"Like how?" Jubilee asked, giving him a confused look. "You offering to let me kick the crap out of you for therapy?""

"I don't think getting knocked on your ass a hundred times would be good therapy. What I meant was you don't have to pretend that you're alright with things or that you can't blame someone. Get that part out of your system, otherwise, it's going to fester and eventually when it finally forces its way out, it will be in the ugliest way possible. If getting it out means cursing at Johnny and I because we happen to have penises, that's alright."

“Psh, like I’d let you get close enough to knock me on my arse.” Jubilee noted after a moment of silence. “I had to dump him, you know. He couldn’t even fuckin’ make that much of a decision, I had to make it fucking for him.”

"Is that really what you want in someone?" Kane raised his hands. "I'm not trying to bash Doug here, but if he can't wrap his head around what he wants enough to make a decision, obviously he's not going to be what you need him to be. That's okay. Sometimes, you simply outgrow someone and it sounds like you did."

"Or you have too much tequila one night and tell them what you really think about their mother."

"Yes John."

Amanda narrowed her eyes at the pitcher of pina colada. "That," she declared. "Is not beer."

"Flavored beer," Jubilee replied with a grin, winking at her friend. "And if you don't like that, Garrison there's got your actual beer."

"Fuck help us all when you finish that," Amanda reflected as she made grabby hands at the pitcher Garrison held.

"What? I'm pretty sure it's not the Men's room she's going to be puking it up in." Kane said sagely, handing over the pitcher and taking a seat. Judging from the looks, the one going to be doing the 'honourable' thing here was going to be Johnny, for the easy morning after rebound sex, if he was any judge of these things.

"You." Marie-Ange pointed at Garrison. "Will not have to smell the coconut and pineapple scented vomit if Jubilee sicks up from her hangover." She eyed the pitcher, did some quick math to determine how many more Jubilee had versus the amount of food she'd seen the other woman eat and shrugged. "If I have to smell it, I will find someone to kill you. I know people. Therefore, I am going to be the buzzkiller and cut Jubilee off now." She moved the pitcher away slowly. "We do not need a relapse of Jubilee Drinks The World again, and you are perhaps two more drinks from throwing up your toenails."

Kane pulled the pitcher back. "The rules of drunken friend support change with the breakup. This is a case where she's allowed to throw up whatever she wants."

It was a much easier perspective to maintain when mystical curses ensured that you wouldn't be involved in the fallout.

"You know, I'm like totally sitting a few inches from you both, right?" Jubilee noted, the easy smile she turned on both of them showing no hard feelings. "I, Jubilation of the venerable and ancient house of Lee am like, entirely capable of holding my own hair while throwing up. Besides, I totally have the eucalyptus scented candles now, which I'm told by a semi-reliable source is great for hiding the scent of decaying bodies. I figure 'oh God, I drank too much' hangover vomit aftermath can't be worse then that stuff."

"And for that image we thank Ms Jubilation Lee." Amanda wrinkled her nose as she mock-toasted the other girl. "Hey, I've got an idea. How about Johnny take the firecracker home tonight? It'll save us being stunk out by eucalyptus candles."

"Do I get a choice in this?" Johnny said, and Kane shook his head. The musician simply shrugged. "Alrighty then."

Marie-Ange spent a moment looking at Jubilee, and then at Johnny. "She sleep-eats, but can put both her ankles behind her head. Have fun."