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[visual | location: a Wilde bar] the streets of gold i've yet to find

After February Jason needed several rounds of a good beer. Drinking on his own was fine, but not knowing where his own local bar was located, in his opinion, was just sad. It didn't take long for him to find what looked like a sports bar. Thankfully it looked much more like Merlotte's than Fangtasia.

When he sat down and ordered what was on draft the bartender slid across a full mug without asking for payment. Looking confused, Jason asked the extra how much his drink would cost him. After informing him that during the month of March, all alcohol was free in Taxon, the bartender left to bustle about his busy non-business.

Jason quickly pulled out his tablet, eager to be the bearer of good news. "Hey, I dunno who all is watchin' this but alcohol is free all month! I don't care what anyone else does, but I'm getting myself trashed right the fuck now. If you wanna make it a party and join in I am ok with that too."

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Elisa might well nominate him for one.

"That's... the best news I've heard in a while."

Suppose that was the most pressing question. Tilting her head to the side, Brennan continues her questioning.

"And that doesn't sound even a least bit dubious to you?"

Hey, they did just have a zombie invasion. It wouldn't surprise Brennan overly much if this month's quirk turned out to be something extra (no pun intended) in the free alcohol.

Jason...well, there was a Jason on her map, more than likely it was him. Kaylee nodded, flashing him a smile as she picked up her bag and headed for the door.

"'M holdin' you to that."

You're kidding?

[If this is true, then it's the best news B'Elanna has heard in a long time.]

Someone called it a phone when he arrived, and that's stuck in Loki's brain now. (Also the concept of a tablet is still quite space-age to him.)

"...You are a fucking genius, man."

Loki practically falls over a bar stool when he finally gets there, as his eyes are glued to his tablet and he's paying zero attention to where he's going, except for occasionally checking the map display for that red dot. "Shit! Oh, hey. Free booze guy!"

"I don't think they care about anything but jerking off to the sight of us all being eaten the fuck alive and shot and panic-ridden and diseased and every other fucking thing while laughing hysterically to themselves the entire time."

(Yes, Paul's opinion of the aliens has drastically dropped since Zombie Hell.)

"Paul Smecker," he answers with a nod. "Given we're discussing getting smashed, I'll say it's a pleasure." He tabs his map up briefly, glances at it.

"So the 'party' is in Wilde, hmm?"

Not kidding. I know you probably don't know me, but this ain't somethin' I'd joke about.

"If I'm ugly you got permission to hit me with a stick." He sits back with a satisfied smile and goes back to his drink in wait.

The sound of Loki's stumble causes Jason to look up immediately. He has enough problems with gravity to know that sound anywhere. Thankfully it seems that the other would be just fine.

He stands up and waves Loki over. "I'm the free booze guy!"

Well, technically that would be the bartender, but he doesn't count.

Name's Jason Stackhouse. I got sucked in by the aliens right before the big zombie thing. I'm from Louisiana.

[He is also the king of non sequiturs. The trail of conversation makes sense in his head for what it's worth.]

And you?

He was halfway tempted to poke at the bartender just for a reaction.

"I don't think extras can lie. They just hang around doing shit."

With a laugh, Kaylee switched off the feed and double-checked the location. One tram ride and a short walk later, the mechanic entered what she hoped was the right bar, and scanned the room for Jason...

"Certainly weren't lyin'," the mechanic grinned, sliding up next to him at the bar. She asked the Extra behind the bar for a shot of whiskey, then extended her hand to Jason. "Kaylee Frye, pleased to be meetin' you in person. Always better'n the tablets."

No, I believe you. I just don't believe the hamsters. Is this supposed to be their way of making up for the zombie invasion?

"No, they didn't," the vampire insisted. "They're giving away free beer in 'honor' of St. Patrick's Day, a holiday that's not about drinking."

"Correct, but the Extras have been placed here on behalf of the aliens, and the aliens just gave us zombies last month and nearly had us all killed. Now free alcohol? There has to be a catch."

Didn't anyone else think this sounded just weird? Brennan couldn't understand it.

"Alcohol on the house, as it were?" The man laughed softly, shaking his head a bit. "I suppose we should be grateful for small comforts..."

The idea of giant hamsters jerking off is absolutely terrifying. Jason chooses to reply about the party instead.

"Pretty much. Dunno if you'd call it a party yet, but there's people who aren't extras and fucktons of alcohol." Jason normally watches his mouth more than he normally would around his elders, but since Smecker broke the cursing barrier first Jason thought it was safe to run with it.

I dunno what they think. And I really don't want to. If they are trying to make up for shit, what's wrong with just going with it?

Of course it was on the house, what else did free alcohol mean? "You call free booze all month small? You know how much we'd all have to pay for it back home?"

Jason didn't know either, but he could guess a high number.

"You gonna take part? Or can you even drink the stuff? With your, you know." Master of sensitivity, this one.

"Are you talking about snakes? 'Cause, man, if that was the other choice no one would pick the snakes." The only reason he knows this is because of Bon Temps' annual rattlesnake races on St. Patrick's Day.

"I don't think they'd kill us for real. The people who died last month came back. What sort of trick d'you think they're trying to pull?"

Death in relation to the zombies is still a bit of a sore subject and he'd rather not talk about it just yet.

Jason clasped her hand with a friendly shake, grinning widely. "Good to meet you back. The tablets're handy and all, but I hate sitting all hunched over one of those things talking to a tiny screen."

He then ordered a shot of whiskey for himself to do this social drinking thing properly. "Great to see a girl who likes the strong stuff."

"Oh, I can definitely drink," Elisa assured him. If anything, her tolerance for alcohol was above human norms. "Appearances aside... I'm not that different than a human."

Minus the stone by day thing, anyway.

"So yeah, I think I will."

"Can't do much for your back, in any case," Kaylee agreed. He had a good handshake, this one, and a good handshake could say a lot about a person. So could his drink choice...

Her drink was accepted from the Extra with the smallest bit of pride. "Love the fruity ones too, but a test run deserves somethin' a little harder."

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