Dirty Dives are a Dime a Dozen

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan wasn't doing anything important. No courier job, no parkour, no exciting chases. She'd just gone out for dinner and was having a nice walk home when she spotted a large, red, familiar changeling staggering down the street. She was sure she recognized this stumbling drunkard. He looked an awful lot like that Leon guy from the Halloween party. He'd said nice things about her. So if it was him, she couldn't just ignore him when he was THAT bad.

Didn't need him showing off powers or blabbing about stuff, she seemed to do that stupidity enough on her own. He was drunk enough that any words could be easily ignored. She wasn't fast enough to catch him before he went into the bar though, having to wait at a crosswalk slowed her down. She did get inside the bar in time to hear Leon's rant about tasting everything. She was halfway to the bar before stopping to hear what he said, and then got worried Oh, oh boy. Not good. He sounds REAAALLY wasted. Not the best at talking, hope he doesn't get angry. This jacket is good for falls, probably not for fights. If only...there...were...others... She then noticed all the other Lost in the place. She gave a nervous smile and wave towards the largest grouping. She motioned with her head towards Leon, hoping to convey signal for a little help here with the motion. She then proceeded towards the bar, hoping to get Leon away from the booze.

She waved hello to him, trying to get his attention, "Hello, you're Leon, right? Hi. Um, I think maybe I saw you at that Halloween party. And, heh, well, you maybe, sorta you might want something, er, different than beer? Maybe, uh, something with--well you know, NOT alcohol. Soda? Or snacks? And, I, uh, think you wanna go to a chair maybe, heh, not a stool."

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan shrunk downwards a little when Leon patted her on the head. It wasn't a wince induced by fear or worry, it was just the sheer SIZE difference between the short Beast and the Oni that caused her response. She also finally noticed Rook on Leon's other side, apparently he was trying to get Leon away from the bar as well. Good-good-good-good-good. If Leon falls down I can't pick him up, but Rook, is that his name? Well he can...probableee--shit. Rook doing the bad-fae cop thing? Should I do good cop or play along? Shit, Rook is big n scary. While intimidated by Rook, she does try to give him a friendly grin as a greeting.

"H-hello, um, Rook is it? I didn't see you there, heh, sorry. I agree. Er, I agree that Leon probably really has had a bit too much already. Yeah, heh. He shouldn't be having anymore alcohol, maybe water or soda but no, not alcohol."

She turned back her focus to Leon, "Hi Leon. The, uh, armor was just for Halloween, but I think maybe Rook is really right. You kinda-sorta-really-truly have a had a bit of a lot already. Heh. Soooo, maybe it is time to call it a goodnight already? Or if, uh, if you are having trouble with walking maybe..." She looks over at Rook, worried how he'll react "maybe sit with us at a table for a while? We can...get a cab for you in a bit. 'Cause can't, you know, have you getting hurt from drinking too much, nonono. I'll even pay for it-the cab. Friends help each other and all friends here. Gotta make sure everyone is a-okay, right?"

Tries to keep things "friendly"

  2 Successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-12-20 15:21:45		Morgan Bellanar rolls 4 to Being Nice Cop (10 Again)		3, 10, 2, 4, 9		2 successes

[Jag]

Cherry , you cannot ignore Social rolls! You must contest both rolls made against you before making your own

[Swift]

Magnus watches the exchange at the bar impassively. He pours himself another finger of the whiskey and throws half of it back. Turning back to the new Lost he raises the glass. "Welcome to town."