THEY'RE BAAAAAACK

[makeitright]

Who: Junkyard Carnival and Poe Dameron
What: WE'RE TAKING YOU
When: Jan 18th
Where: Some random club.
Warnings: Violence and mayhem? Also some sick beats.


The club is small but packed to the gills. Everyone loves getting in on the latest craze before it goes super public and right now that's a band by the name of New Republic eating up the love on stage. There's a free drink policy for the band and they're bordering on drunk but still having a good set.
Well. Were. Having a good set.

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[makeitright]

Fetch hands him another crappy beer - hoping that he's too drunk to notice how shitty it tastes.

"We stole you!"

She announces it boldly and smacks her hand on the surface of the table as she hoots. Generally making a lot of noise and disturbing the otherwise relative quiet of the slowly emptying club.

[willnotbeintimidated]

Poe knocks the beer back easily and gives no complaint about the taste. Which is also when he grins wide at Fetch.

"Mighta known you'd bring trouble. Always was your middle name."

[makeitright]

Fetch and Poe go way back, since before her Hate Kitten days when she still had Brent.

He was there for the good days. And it was part of the reason she suggested everyone nab him. Now she knew how it felt. It was sort of amazing.

"Hey, they stole me too!"

She shouldn't be okay with that.

[willnotbeintimidated]

Brent had tried very, very hard to get Poe to dye his hair back in the day. Blue, pink, and orange. That was, oddly, one of the most specific memories he had.

But it was a pleasant blur right now as he raised his bottle and drank the rest of it.

"So, tradition, huh? Well. Can't say you guys don't make an entrance."

[makeitright]

"Right?"

Fetch is incredibly helpful and hands Poe another beer - Drink up buddy! But not before she throws back some of it.

She's not nearly drunk enough for this swill right now and she pulls a face that says 'Jesus why'.

"Ugh. That's fucking horrible."

[willnotbeintimidated]

"Absolute shit," Poe agrees before he takes a drink. "But that's why you do shots first."

Lots of shots. That had all been free. So, he really couldn't complain.

[makeitright]

Man, she missed you. Of course, her taste buds are being too assaulted for sentimentality right now. Fetch comes close to licking her own sweaty hand to get rid of the taste cause - man. It's rank.

"Can you even taste this?"

She's never been that drunk but you're pretty plastered man.

[willnotbeintimidated]

Poe can't help but laugh again. "Unfortunately? Yeah. I can. But I don't give a shit right now. That's the trick with the shots."

He took another drink of the beer. Then, something seemed to occur to him.

"Oh. By the way. I'm holding you--" personal or general, he didn't specify -- responsible for helping hook me up. Since T sure as hell ain' gonna return my calls now."

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"About that--" Luci strides up to the table, her lip split. But she doesn't seem too bothered by it. "Time to go, the Uber's here and I just broke your bassist's nose."

They can talk more at the suite-- fewer police probably, fewer irate band members definitely.

[willnotbeintimidated]

"Y' what?!"

Even drunk, Poe could process that. He looked at the woman speaking.

"Why would you do that? Len's harmless!"

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"She busted my lip, duh," Luci indicates her mouth. This might have happened when Luci promised Len could visit Poe at the Carnie suite anytime she liked, and sleep over in Luci's bed.

Well. She can only be what she is.

"They're really pissed we stole you."

[makeitright]

Fetch just rolls her eyes at this point - this is her life and she has chosen to accept it because 'why not'.

"C'mon, you can write a "I'm Sorry" card later."

It isn't clear which of them she's talking to. Only that she's tugging on both Poe and Luci's sleeves as she does.

[cleartranquil]

Yuffie is right behind Lucifer, typing away on her phone, and nearly taking out a bartender trying to move to clean up some mess somewhere with the guitar case on her back.

"We might want to replace the bass too." Yuffie says, distracted, and on reddit. "The neck's fucked."

She might've stepped on it while said bassist was hitting Luci. And by stepped on it, she means curb-stomped it using the edge of the stage.

[variaboss]

"We'll give them one along with the dentures for that vocalist I made swallow teeth." Such a causal assessment of violence. "But let me have one for the road, okay?"

Because Xanxus is totally going to snag a bottle of Jack or something from the bar on the way out to the Uber. And hey, at least he's not having to pick up Poe and throw him over one shoulder...yet.

[willnotbeintimidated]

"What the Hell?"

Poe can't help but be a little rattled. After all, this much violence... He couldn't imagine T or any of the others looking for a fight like that. Take it to Twiter and Tumblr, yeah.

But... internet fight. Not fist fight.

He's on his feet at least. Just... a bit unsteady. After all, he's kind of had more than his share of free drinks.

[makeitright]

"Leave now, mad later?"

It sounds like a question, but Fetch tugs at Poe's jacket like it's an order and she may or may not be taking advantage of his wobbliness.

Don't make her pick you up Poe.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"Leave now, yeah. Before the BB-8 Brigade shows up to defend Poe's honor. Xanxus--" Luci whisks herself under Poe's arm to steady him. "You got the door?"