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Gaige Gaige came walking in, dragging reaper and Sombra behind her, laughing her ass off. "Oh, man, you should have seen that guy. He was all 'I got you now!' and then mister edge lord here was like 'DIE DIE DIE!' and then SPLAT, his brains went EVERYWHERE! Oh, man, it was awesome." She giggled helplessly. They were all there, of course. Pandora bandit slaughter, always a good time. And then drinks after! She'd offered hot cocoa, but reaper wanted hard liquor and...

After gaige had GASSSSSPED and asked if that meant they could see under his mask, she told them about max Moxxi. And once they came in. "Hey, sugar. What'll it be today?" the lady asked, smiling up at them.

""Umm... ummmmmm... three fruity drinks! For me, mister bubbly here and miss 'I hacked your skulltome." The futuristic, more awesome facebook. With a bit of an edge.
Reaper "The dead have need.. of nothing."

States the Lord of the Edge himself. He'd stated hard whiskey because - quite frankly - that was a traditional BlackWatch custom after a successful mission. And the muck-up in space definitely counted as a successful mission, even if they hadn't gone over debrief yet. Reaper may be a death obsesses, high-functioning psychopath - but even he knows when to let his 'charges' let steam out.

Somewhere along that time, they'd picked up Gaige. The temptation to simply rid himself of the troublesome youth once and for all. But then there's that bit of him left - that Gabe with an eye for talent - that says, quite simply: She managed to hack off her arm and build a death bot, and that's probably before puberty. That's not something to waste with a hellfire round to the back of the skull. Especially if he can get her into Concord - or better, Talon. Mold her into something.

Even if it does mean playing Talon!Dad. A low growl rolls out of his throat, his sterile bone white mask flickering a variety of colors beneath Mad Moxxxie's neon-tastic orgy of color and tacky. Arms crossing as he takes his usual spot behind the two - mentioning, only once.
"Best to eat - you don't want to be... in dissaray." Even that word sounds snarled. Man, he really can't do much without sounding angry.
Sombra     Being social... what's there to complain about that? Especially if they can trick Reaper into buying the drinks, that is. She can try at least. And with their new friend Gaige here, maybe that will be a possibility.

    The hacker walks in with her arm over Gaige's shoulders, looking around at the place with an inspective glance. "Hmmm, not a bad place, amiga... go here often? What kind of drinks do they serve?" Perhaps they can get them some tequila or something. Something strong would be nice now... So she walks on over to the bar along with the younger girl, then leans on the bar, even reaching over to drag Reaper in close. "So whatchya having, Gabe?" she inquires.
Gaige Gaige froze and looked back. "Oh my gosh. Your name is GABE?! That's BEAUTIFUL! Come on, edgelord, let's get some drinks!" She slid into her seat, and soon a nice drink was ready an d she...

Stared at it. There was a look in her eyes. "Let's... errr, get a booth." She said before taking hers to a booth, sitting down and just... staring. And staring. And... Wow. Odd, why wasn't she--

... Wait. How old was... had she ever drunken before?!
Reaper "My name.."
Begins the Edgy Man, that sterile white mask turning towards Gaige. ".. is -Reaper-. What I was before is long since dead; This is all that is left." And then that sterile mask turns to Sombra, and lowers slightly with a low pitched growl. There's a come uppance coming, just you wait! ... As soon as he figures out what, exactly, he can do to her besides physical violence.

Ignoring Moxxxi's plush lip look, 'Gabe's attention shifts aside as Gaige moves to the booth; Automatically tracking both of them, as best he can. Assets. That's all. Nothing but assets, not young girls on a hellish planet full of murderous assholes. Like him. Well, 'young' - Sombra was an adult in and of herself. Not that you could tell most days. "I sup upon the souls of the fallen; That is all that can pass my ... that I can drink and have it survive. All else is -ash- to me." Gauntlets creak as he grips his bicep a little harder, before slipping into his cowl-jacket-thing. Proferring, very briefly, some Creds. For the two drinks, and -only- those two drinks, by whatever Sombra orders.

Which is when he notices Gaige's predictament. Staring, before he speaks, voice curdling like a serpent.

"Drink it fast; You don't want it to touch your tongue at first." That's an absolute and dirty lie, and will just make it burn all the way down. Karma.
Sombra     As always Sombra chuckles as Reaper turns his attention to her, smiling and not looking concerned at all. "Relajate." They're here to drink and relax, so let's get seated in a booth. "Have you /tried/ drinking alcohol?" she inquiers curiously, peering at him with a tilt of her head. All while she makes sure Gaige sits down next to her in the booth as they get their drinks set on the table. "For that matter, have /you/ been drinking before? You should take it a bit easy, amiga... this stuff has a real kick to it," she warns the younger girl as she gets settled in her seat, leaning back and looking like she is about to throw her feet up on the table. Luckily she doesn't.

    Her own drink is picked up, and she sips it, looking rather calm and cheery. "So... this is nice, I don't think I've ever gone drinking with you before, Gabe. And it's nice of you to join us, amiga. Making new friends is always something I look forward to, and after that first mission we did together?"
Gaige Gaige nodded. "W-what? I know that! I-I drink all the time! I like, got busted allll the time for drinking at school back home!" No she hadn't. She'd never even been sent to the princible's office. Which, considering how she WAS was quite the accomplishment. "And yeah, it's cool. I may give you guys crap, but you're pretty rad. Even you, Reaper. Really rocking that 'emo, goth' thing you got going on. And hey, you got the balls to not give up on it, so you go girl."

Of course, she didn't seem to notice the head of the rifle coming up behind her head. As the man in the seat behind her grinned, tightened his finger on the trigger and--

Then her hand shot up and she moved to the side, gripping the gun head and turning to glare. "Can we NOT today?" she snapped. "I am NOT in the mood and if you want me to kill you and skin you alive, then how about we do this TOMORROW? Okay?!" she snapped.

The man looked stunned, eyes wide. "I... I'm here... f-for your bounty and I--"

"And I'm here for a drink! Have a little damn common courtesy! Try to break into my home and kill me in my sleep like all the other half baked bounty hunters. I swear." Then yanked the gun out of his grip. "And this? This is mine now. You can have it back if you kill me. Idiot."

The guy just... looked confused. Then just... kinda walked off, looking dejected.

"I swear some people." She then downed the drink all at once and... "GAHHHHHHHH!" She shrieked, falling out of the chair and rolling around. "IT BURNS BUT NOT IN A GOOD WAY!"
Reaper Twin shotguns rack at once; Where the hell did Reaper pull those from? But, seems it wasn't necessary as Gaige handles herself like... well.. like Talon recruit material. One part threat, one part badassery. The Reaper hefting his arm up, resting his heavy hellfire shotguns over his own shoulder as that mask turns towards Sombra now. Speaking in that raspy, growling voice of his - like he's one step from screaming.
"Yesss... it did not end well." Is all he says about alchohol. Before Gaige begins screaming and rolling on the ground from taking his advice rather than Sombra's.

And he laughs. It's a slow, dark chuckle that burbles up more along the lines of a 'mua ha ha', before he makes a DAD joke.

"You have to watch out. That one has... -spirit-."

And then the mask turns to watch the man exiting morosely. ".. I'll be back." He states, ominously, boots turning as he follows. "No one left -behind-."

Well, at least Gabe'll get his 'soul food'. Eh? Eh?
Sombra     Another sound of a gun being readied can be heard as a submachine gun is pointed towards the guy who aimed a gun at Gaige. True, Sombra is still holding her drink with her left hand, but her right hand found her weapon and is ready to fire if necessary... all while she takes another stip of her drink. It seems like Gaige is able to handle herself, but eh... she's with her and Reaper now, and there's no way the two of them are going to let this slide it seems. "Take a walk, you heard la senorita. If not, we'll have to do something about it..." she says quietly, but firmly. Sure, she might not be as intimdating as Reaper is right now with his shotguns, but most people should know better than to question a young lady with a submachine gun as well.

    With the situation handled, Sombra lowers her weapon as the guy just walks off after Gaige disarms him. "Nicely done. I'd hate to have our night out further disturbed." Next she glances at Reaper. "Really? So can you still taste it, or...?" Hey, she can't help but be curious about everything she can't find out from computers.

    Or stuff she can't witness herself. Like how Gaige reacts to her first time drinking alcohol. Arching an eyebrow Sombra leans forward out of the booth, peering down at Gaige. "It's not /that/ strong. And you get used to it, promesa!" Why, she even leans down to yank her up to her feet as Reaper stalks off somewhere. "Say, you can always try some beer first if you want though...?" she offers. "With some nuts along with it. Or girly drinks. After all, it takes time to learn how to handle alcohol."
Gaige Gaige whimpered, almost in tears after her first experience with the drink. Still, when she was hefted up, she leaned against her and nodded. "Y-yeah. Something... n-not so strong..." Then... "Reaper, if you're going to kill him, just try not to leave a mess outside, okay? Moxxi is awesome and I don't want her to get a reput... well, it's still nice to keep the place nicer!"

What? He tried to kill her. She doesn't care if he dies. "Beer? Ugh. I just want something fruity." Her next one, at least, she sipped a little and shuddered.

"So, when's the next job? We going to like, do something rad, right? It was a blast working with you two. Especially putting a fist through those corporate stooges. Seriously, do they really expect us to care about a couple of rich people getting upset? I mean, come on."