[Social] Paying for Tuesday's Beers

[Will Stanton]

"Perhaps, after the diner, I'm not the best one to judge self-destructive impulses."

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

"Can't really say impulse control is my strong suit either." He smirked playfully. "I mean, I slept with a woman I just met in the middle of an empty store."

[Will Stanton]

"If you think the store was empty, I have some bad news for you. But then, I suppose you would have had some performance anxiety, otherwise," Will grinned.

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

Thrax blinked and raised a furry brow. "Say what, now?"

[Will Stanton]

"Thrift shops make an excellent distribution center for tat," Will nodded. "Not a bad way to pick up some extra coin, either."

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

It took him a few moments to figure out what in the Stormsaint's name Will was implying. When he did, he suppressed an involuntary shudder. "Wait... You're telling me you sell yourself for money?"

"Err, yeah, I'm going to rephrase that. You sell things other yous turn into? And they were watching us?"

[Will Stanton]

"Watching might be a strong word. We weren't that interesting," Will smirked.

"And it's not about the money, it's more about the experience. Only so much you get to see staying home on the farm, you know?"

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

"I just have to know one more thing—and this is important—is anything I'm wearing one of you? If the pants, I'd really like a little looser fit because I'm really not looking forward to trying to take them off."

[Will Stanton]

"Nah, you're clean. Just one of me in here at the moment," Will grinned.

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

Thrax sighed in relief; that would have been a little too outside his comfort range this early in knowing someone. But, as was his nature, he didn't dwell on the idea.

"Okay, good. So... right, the shoes. Can I trade a song for not wearing them or should I get to it?" he asked, generally trying to be true to his word.

[Will Stanton]

"You put them back on when we went to the diner, remember? Your bargain has been upheld."

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

Thrax blinked and looked down.

"Huh. So I did. I guess they're more comfortable than I thought they'd be." He frowned. "That, or I've lost all feeling in my feet. Or your Earth air is getting to me."

[Will Stanton]

"It's been a long night. And I said that a night in Mutant Town you can fully remember isn't a real night at all, remember?" Will smirked.

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

"Did you? I forget," he answered with a smirk.

"So... Do you want to hear a song or are we calling this a night? I mean, I could go all night buuut I'm out of bad ideas."

[Will Stanton]

"Why don't you give me one song for the road?"

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

"Then take a seat and get ready for a treat, the likes of which this neck of the galaxy has never seen or heard." The alien musician grinned and bowed slightly, beginning to pluck out a melody. It was slow at first as he started singing, his voice was perhaps unexpectedly smooth, with an exotic texture Will couldn't quite place. The lyrics told no story but, instead, described a state of loneliness.

Then it shifted. He tapped one foot, using the platform boots as percussion as the tune sped up. The lyrics, too, changed; now about the joy of new experience and the comfort of change. The mood mellowed again on the final verse, but the hope of a future better than the pain of the past remained until the final note.

[Will Stanton]

Will listened, attentively, as Thrax played, A musician herself, she could appreciate craft when she saw it, and this? This was quite good.

"You should do that at open mic night. Or something, anyway. And if you're worried about people twigging on to you being out of this world, maybe pick up an Earth instrument. There are a few which are...close enough, I suppose."

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

"'Electric guitar,' right?" he asked. "One of the first things I did on your info net was look up the song I heard while in orbit because the instruments reminded me of home. Obviously, the sound is a bit different but the spirit of it is kindred enough."

[Will Stanton]

"You'll want to get practicing if you want to try it, though. Not from technique -- that looks, uh, mostly similar. But calluses can be a bitch, and they're not really designed for claws..."

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

"I think I'll manage; I've played instruments with physical strings before. I mean, you're right about the claws but if I use them the right way it's like I have a built-in pick. How do you think we played before hard-light technology?"

[Will Stanton]

"Well, if it's been a couple millennia since you were down here with us, who knows what you do now? Maybe you all float around on hoverchairs and have robots feed you naught but the finest grapes. Advancement can take odd forms."

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

"We still think of ourselves as a race of warriors and generally have the bodies to match, but we also have a lazy merchant class that seems to enjoy that sort of thing. That example feels oddly specific, though."

[Will Stanton]

"What can I say; I'm an oddly specific sort of girl," she grinned.

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

"I... okay, I've got no witty response to that. But I'm sure you're used to leaving people speechless," he responded, chuckling.

[Will Stanton]

"I'll leave you to come up with something then," Will smirked. "Good night, Thrax."

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

"Will I ever see this particular you again? Asking so I don't embarrass myself."

[Will Stanton]

"Oh, they're all me. Once I go back home, then all of me will remember tonight. No worries about that."

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

"Yeah, I was wondering if you reintegrated to share memories. Glad not to be forgotten." He smiled.

Feeling awkward all of a sudden, he said, "Not that I have any illusions about this being anything more than casual. Matter of fact, I don't really do more than casual."

[Will Stanton]

"Careful, there. You'll trip over your tongue if it gets any more tied," she smirked.

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

He smirked. "Yeah, yeah, go squish yourselves together or whatever it is you do."

With a yawn, he added, "I should try to grab some shut-eye anyway. Still not quite used to your your diurnal cycle. I'm still on ship time."

[Will Stanton]

"Sleep well and dream of electric guitars."