Description: Faolan is starting to find his places for relaxation are starting to dwindle away. A night on leave with some fellow Ikari leads to an encounter from a strange girl who believes she is a secret agent. If only Faolan knew the truth.
There are many reasons for R to have their eyes in Rio. The criminal underworld. The smuggling ports. Arms-Dealing. The Ikari hold-ups. A criminal organization needs to shake up the foundations, and to make up for the loss of man power with raw presence. After Raoghnailt gets the orders to begin operations in Rio, she has a lot of goals. So what is the first thing she does?
Why, dancing on the tables of course.
"WOOOOO!" The blind girl cheers, standing upon the table, clutching a pole running through it. Samba Del Costa was hardly a seedy nightclub, the home of countless young adults out and about for a wild night about town. And that was exactly what the already drunk ginger was getting. Dressed in beige short-shorts and an even shorter beige top, the red haired shakes her hips on the table. Clad in pink-framed sunglasses, she clutches a tall mixed drink, garnished with umbrellas and a long straw. Bringing it up, the straw taps her glasses, and steadily, she guides it to her lips.
And naturally, all this on the company card.
The bar itself is a pretty popular establish ment for quite a few groups. Mostly for the fact there is rarely trouble if anyone is smart about it. It has become a place that several Ikari Warriors tend to get drinks at when they get a few days to themselves. It isn't too long of a trip from the base and it is far enough away that they can kinda shirk things off and have a good time. Really the only times if the bar gets too rowdy is a few of the Ikari decide to horseplay a bit too much. At least they always pay for the repairs.
Faolan is when a few other Ikari this evening, the group sharing a few tables that they pulled together where countless bottles and shotglasses clutter the area. It is by far the loudest area right now. Even the loud music has a hard time drowning out the various hoots and hollars from the mercenaries. Even Rao is getting some attention with her little dance that has a few catcalls being sent her way.
Leaning back in his seat Faolan brings up his beer bottle to his lips and takes a long pull on it. "Hey, what do you think of that one?" one of his fellow mercs ask when nudging the Irishman in the ribs and pointing out Raoghnailt. He just shakes his head. "Shit, by all means go get her. You know how I just seem to attract crazies." Well not really, but why ruin a chance of getting a good buzz and find out that dancing girl might just want to stab him while singing the song of her people.
A crazy?
aoghnailt was all about crazy! Well, not if you ask her. But the woman was indulging in the attention. She just wanted MORE attention. Her dancing gets more wild, and obviously, more awkward, as she steps to the side, the table begins to wobble. Stumbling, the woman sidesteps once, then twice. By the third step, she yelps.
And promptly, she falls off the table.
"Ha ha ha!" Was the laughter from the Scottish lass as she rose back up, rubbing her behind. "Oooow." She grumbles, the drink spilled out all over her top. Limping from the table. She wears the sunglasses still, despite the dark interior of the bar. Why was she here? Because it was a fun place! Even the catcalls were fun. Leaning up against the bar, she smiles blankly ahead. "Praise to be, good sir! I'd like another... oh..." She doesn't turn to look, but thumbs in Faolan's direction.
"Whatever he's having!"
It was bound to happen. That woman is looking more sauced than some of the mercs. Hell, Faolan doesn't even realize she is blind otherwise he would have guessed she would have taken a tumble much earlier. There are some winces, but also alot of laughter when she goes down. Even more when she pops back up and seems to be a good sport about it. "Someone is gonna need a cab tonight." the Irishman says while shaking his head. Someone other than him. That is more than a given that there is no such thing as a Designated Driver in the Ikari. Groups have been known just to pass out in the place and just leave once they wake up. Management at least trusts them.
A few glances are tossed Faolan's way when he is the one pointed out. Some with smarmy grins. Others looking a bit annoyed that somehow he got singled out. He just shrugs helplessly and raises his beer. "Shot of tequila, no training wheels, warm then a bottle of Mickey's. She might soon regret in the choice she made. The man is a beer drinker and his taste isn't always the greatest. It really doesn't matter by the time you are done with a case or so of them.
One of the guys next to him nudges again. "Go get her. It may be your last chance." The urging just makes Faolan smirk and bit and he flicks his fellow merc on the side of the head. "If ya like her go get her, fellah.""
It's not that Raoghnailt doesn't know how to hold her drink.
It is just that she usually holds it while face down.
Raoghnailt was sloshed, there was no doubt of that. As for regrets? She had no regrets, amongst the warm people, the pounding music. She hated cities. But clubs were special. They were unique. "I like it! Just watch out!" She begins to shake her hips, as the drink is made. And to it, she sings
"Tequila makes your clothes fall off~"
Leaning against the bar counter, she still doesn't look towards Faolan, continues to talk at him. "What is your name, hero? I like to know the name of a man who buys me drinks? You have the most beautiful voice, a hearty Irishman. Are you Irish? I'm Scottish myself." The woman seems to babble, her train of thought either derailed by the liquor, or naturally so by her our personality.
"Oh! I'm Raoghnailt! You can just call me Ray!"
%Oh great. A Scottish girl. This probably won't end up well at all. Now he knows she is crazy just for the fact he hasn't met many sane Scots be they male or female. Even more so she is drunk which already has Faolan feeling a bit wary of the whole situation. At least he is with a crowd right now, one that seems to be moving further away and leaving Faolan to deal with things himself as thy find other things to get into. They already see they don't have luck in getting that one. What they don't know is that they don't have bad luck. It is Faolan that does.
"Wait? Buying you drinks? YOu just asked what I was having." he says with a tch. Sure everything is one big tab when it comes to the Ikari and everything is easily paid off with no problems. Even so the mercs tend not to try and waste too much of their precious booze money on other people in their off time when drinking on the company's dime.
He sees that any help he may have has kinda left and he is on his own. He sort of pinches the bridge of his nose. "Faolan and yes, I am." he says in the response when asked the question of his homeland. "And I had a feeling you were." Of course how he says it at least it doesn't quite come out as if he thinks it is a bad thing.
Really, Raoghnailt wasn't THAT bad.
She was just, well. Something. Bubbly? She laughs as Faolan says he didn't think she was buying him drinks. "But your friends said go for it! I have ears, you handsome rogue!" She snickers to herself. Of course, she had plenty of R money to pay for it as well. But it was the principle of being paid for by a stranger.
And the attention of being that special one.
"Oh, you tease! Wow, Faolan is a wonderful name. What does it mean? Raoghnailt means lamb. I feel like a lamb. One moment!" As the drink finally comes, she just throws it back in one shot. And promptly, laughs away the shudder. "Oooi! That burns! So what do you do for a living? I'm an artist." And then, she suddenly lowers her voice, whispering mischievously. "And also?"
"A special agent!"
Really? It goes to figure that is what he name would mean. This one is too much of a chatty type that he rather not really reveal what his own name means. He just rubs a bit at the bridge of his noise and he coses his eyes fora moment. He is distracted enough he probably hasn't even realized the woman bothering him right now is actually blind. "Wolf, it means wolf." he says in response finally after a few more moments debate.
He will really have to thank his 'friends' for leaving him alone on this one. He just nods along as she talks then a brow does quirk a bit when she mentions somethig about a special agent. More than likely the woman is just drunk and making stuff up. No one really is dumb enough just to tell that sort of thing to a complete stranger, right? If this is all some sort of act he has fallen for it because there is no way he could believe this weirdo harassing him could ever be some sort of secret agent of any sort.
"I am a soldier. The rest is rather classified." Even if he doesn't believe it he does at least take some caution and doesn't give any name of affiliation. It is widely known they Ikari come in this bar and that he is even one of them, but the woman seems to be new so she might not have picked up on that just yet. And if there is that odd chance she really is some sort of agent it is better to be safe than sorry.
"Wolf!"
"My, that's a great name for a soldier! What do you do for soldiering? Do you serve the Irish Army? Or the Brazillian Army? OH!" She suddenly exclaims, slapping her hand on the counter. Was she drunk? Oh very much so. "I would like a Zombie!" She grins, not turning towards Faolan. "And my friend will have a Zombie! And I will be paying for it!" She exclaims, pulling out a credit card.
"Maybe you are a mercenary!"
Was Raoghnailt here on a special mission to pull out the Ikari? To assassinate, as so many experiments ought do? Or perhaps she really was out for fun in the sun. Raoghnailt's motivations are wholy selfish, a common trait of women in criminal organizations. But her loyalities? Only to an ideal, and a man behind the ideal. Past that? It was all about the whims of the eccentric scottish lass.
"I won't ask you about the classified stuff. We all have secrets! Secrets make it so people can be friends. Secrets are wonderful things. They are like lies, but so much kinder, so much sweeter!" She smiles, waiting for her drink, still babbling on. "Where did you grow up, Faolan? I grew up in Edinburgh. I even went to college there. Edinburgh College of Art. I started with sketching, but I went with graphic design! I love drawing. What art do you like? I mean, you are a soldier."
"But surely you must be cultured as well?"
Well she didn't linger on the name meaning at least too long. Of course that doesn't stop her from yammering on about other things nonstop while ordering even more drinks. At least this time she is making an offer to pay for things herself. The Irishman even has a bit of a good buzz and he isn't sure he can keep up with this one for too long. Even piss drunk he probably wouldn't be able to. That was the thing about Reese before she went crazy. She at least knew when not to talk and just enjoy a drink.
"Ex Irish military." he says a bit more in a hushed tone. He doesn't really go much beyond that. Her guess of him possibly being a mercenary hits close to home. Then there is all this talk about secrets and such. Things that do make him wonder if she really is some sort of agent just tryint to feel out and see what the Ikari are up to around here. He supposes it is a good thing he is more buzzed than drunk so he shouldn't slip up at all. Not that he has to worry as she seems to switch to a more mundane subject once more.
He just shakes his head as he listens to her and he reaches up to lightly rub at the back of his own neck. "Cultured? I guess as much as any normal person. Didn't go to an art college or anything like that. Went straight to the military once out of school. Did some things, got kicked out and now I just kinda wander about. Also uh, are you sure about getting more drinks? You look like ya got a problem standing up straight as is."
"Ahahhahahahahaha"
The light, flighty laughter that erupts from Raoghnailt's lips fill the room. It isn't a harsh laugh, not in the least. It is a gentle, trilling laughter. But in it, the evidence of liquor is shown. "Oh, my... Oh, no, don't worry about me drinking. I find that liquor heightens my senses. It makes everything so much in tune." She sing-songs a bit, as the next two classes come. "Have you had Long Islands? This used to be like Long Islands, it is to get girls drunk!" She leans over finally, a nasty smile on her freckled face.
"So the boys can take advantage of them!"
She leans back over, another light peal of laughter. "If I am talking too much, you can just tell me soldier! Oh!" She pauses, thinking. "What happened, if you don't mind me asking? I mean, with the military. You didn't..." She pauses, brow furrowed. "... It wasn't a bad thing, was it?"
Raoghnailt hoped it wasn't a bad thing.
Not a harsh one, but still a bit of an annoying thing to hear at close range. That laugh makes him lean to the side and away from it as he just gives a bit of a roll of his eyes. He supposes she is only going to finally stop once she is too drunk to move and she just finds a nice floor to pass out on. Then again given the amount of people that have eyed her since Faolan has been here she might get taken home if she is still around once the mercenary finally manages to get himself the hell out of here.
"I don't drink that stuff really. Not my style." he says in response and then smirks somewhat when she mentions why girls often are seen with them. "You don't say." So there is a bit of sarcasm in his voice there. She then starts to get perhaps a bit too personal when asking about what happened in the past. "That....." he trails off some and well he finally starts to move to get up. His right hand grips his bata tightly as he quickly downs the rest of his beer and sets it aside while moving to take a few steps back. "Look, I'm sure yer nice and all, but I really got ta get going."
He really doesn't give her much chance to coax him into staying either. There is some booing and heckling from his fellow Ikari that were still somewhat watching from a distance. How does his happen whenever he gets time off? Last time it was that weirdo orange clad detective and now this. He is maybe going to have to start going out of South America to find a place to drink and not attract attention. Especially ones that start to delve into personal questions.
Log created on 19:57:20 06/05/2012 by Faolan, and last modified on 16:08:35 06/10/2012.