The Legion Satellite

[jla-extras2.livejournal.com]

Aboard the Legion Satellite, the Legionnaires are taking a few moments of rest and relaxation, as Brainiac Five makes a few final preparations in the communication room, along with some of his colleagues.

"We've managed to modify the dimensional portal device that Lyle and I constructed to function as a time portal - Mordru's efforts seem to have restored our home timeline. Naturally, I think we should make all possible haste to get back there, before Ultra Boy decides to go barhopping in your era."

He's conversing with a glowing green face on the display screen as he works on some of the calculations.

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Meanwhile at "Warrior's Bar"

[miraclo3.livejournal.com]

"Alright boys, girls and off-worlders, the game of the night is "Beer Race" In honor of our newly found friends, we'll change it to...wait for it. Lightspeed." Rick Tyler stated, waving over a tray full of beer mugs

"If you finish your drink, tilt it upside down and over your head. Last person to finish buys the next round. Don't give me that look either, big boy. You ripped my hood the other day." He gives a sly wink.

"Its tradition and a goodbye night from us to you all, so bottoms up!" Rick raises a toast and starts to down his beer.

Re: Meanwhile at "Warrior's Bar"

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

Arisia is sitting behind the bar, watching, amusedly at the antics of those in the bar. She shakes her head a faintly, to herself, taking a long slow drink from her own mug of something that looks distinctly non-Terran. "Let me know what you want and I'll see if I have it."

[miraclo3.livejournal.com]

He lowers his glass after finishing, then holds it over his head. "Nothing but a mop might be needed soon. We promise not to make a bigger mess than we can clean."

"You in for a round or two?"

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

"A mop?"

Arisia looks skeptical about that. "Please tell me you're not all drinking to illness. I'd really rather not be here if that's the plan."

[miraclo3.livejournal.com]

"Not in the least. We're drinking to the fact that we're all here. All safe, and in our right minds." He nods, waving over another beer. "At least...if Ultra Boy here is as tough in the stomach as he says he is. So to all of us."

[jla-legion2.livejournal.com]

SPLASH!

As if on cue, Ultra Boy tilts his beer glass, dousing himself with beer. "DONE!"

[miraclo3.livejournal.com]

He looks back at the newly wet Legionnaire. "Yeah...we'll clean it up afterwards."

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

A beer mug gets slammed down, and Grace lets out a contented sigh.

"I'll make sure they don't get too crazy, doll. It'll take more than you have to get me there."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

"Y'all need to move onto some good ol' J.D. already," grouses the blonde as she slams down her glass. "This stuff ain't worth washin' my shoes with." She then belches, entirely unashamedly.

[jla-legion2.livejournal.com]

The rest of the group all turns their attention to Grace. Each has their beer glass raised over their heads.

Kid Quantum pipes up with. "Ummm, we win?"

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

Arisia puts a bottle in front of Grace, grinning. "At some point, we can try to drink each other under the table but I don't think tonight is that night." She takes the stopper off the top, "But try some of that."

The elfin woman arches a brow, looking over at Zinda, amused.

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

She waves them on.

"Knock yourselves out, kids." Grace rarely participates in the game part of drinking games, preferring to stick to just the drinking.

The new bottle in front of her piques her interest.

"Mind bringing me a glass, sweets?"

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

"Make that two, sug," Zinda adds, sliding onto a bar stool with practised ease. "All this young testosterone's about to make this ol' bird feel her age."

[miraclo3.livejournal.com]

Rick pipes in. "Three's company here. That looks just wicked enough to be a fond memory."

He then turns to Zinda. "Wait, old bird? C'mon...you're...twenty four? Twenty six?"

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She gives him an amused look. "Nice of ya'll to say, hon, but I was shootin' down Nazis before you were more'n a gleam in your grandaddy's eye."

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

Arisia brings three glasses over. She'd thought about bringing Zinda a smaller glass but if she doesn't know about what it takes to get Arisia tipsy by now, she won't ever know. Pouring into the glasses, she looks over at the others.

"Who needs a refill?" A green glow surrounds her as she gets ready to serve another around to those who need it.

[miraclo3.livejournal.com]

"You're kidding? Man, modern medicine these days."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She chuckles. "Just blame time weirdness, sug. One minute I was in my plane, next I was here, and there was no goin' back."

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

Hand goes up, almost immediately.

[miraclo3.livejournal.com]

"Sounds kind of like my Dad, Alan, Jay and the others. They've had some foolishness with Limbo, a big-ass fire monster, and probably Degaton. He's from about your time. He doesn't look twenty-something however."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She makes something of a face at mention of Degaton. "That good for nothin' piece o' work. Guess all that time spent hatin' on others did a number for his complexion," she winks.

[miraclo3.livejournal.com]

"Oh, he's certainly got a lot of bastard in him. I found a way to punch through his aura though. Best right cross I ever threw."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

"That's a man who needs more'n a couple punches," she says, her distaste clear in her tone as she downs her shot. "I'd prefer to personally introduce him to a load o' .45 rounds to the head."

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

"Okay."

Arisia takes a swallow of her drink and makes sure Grace has some more. It should be a hell of a punch compared to what she's used to. And Zinda gets a steady stream of not as potentially lethal off world stuff.

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

She takes a drink.

It burns all the way down.

Grace wipes a single tear from her eyes.

"Sweetheart, you may have just become my best friend."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

Zinda's smile widens. "I'm all about makin' friends, hon."

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

Arisia chuckles, "I know where to get bottles of this stuff any time you want one." Grace is almost two feet taller than she is but that doesn't matter. The elfin woman is pretty sure she could drink her under the table if she needed to.

Reaching out, she squeezes Zinda's hand before leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

The Lantern's gesture is reciprocated in kind and with interest by the Blackhawk, who then reaches to down another shot of the hard liquor. "Is this party gettin' started yet?"

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

"A few bottles of these would sure be nice to keep around." Grace slides her glass over for another shot.