Consider the Following: it takes the human body about one hour to metabolize one drink

[googledox]

WHO| Open to any Science Bros, medical people, or people who might otherwise randomly be at the bar
WHAT| Happy Hour
WHEN| About a week after the arena is over, I guess?
WHERE| Unzip Your Genes, a Capitol bar
WARNINGS| Drunken arguments about physics and possibly whether a caveman or an astronaut would win in a fight

After their rather electric deaths (and close calls, for some) the Science Bros (also known as the Science Alliance) were firmly established as a group in the minds of the Capitol public. That was why all the members were given an invite to the Capitol bar Unzip Your Genes as guests of honor, a publicity stunt - er, gesture of appreciation - because the bar had re-themed and re-named itself in their honor.

Drinks were on the house - as were the Science Alliance T-shirts they were all given as door prizes - and there weren't too many Capitol guests so it promised to possibly actually be a good time. For those that didn't care about a good time, they could possibly drink out of spite until the bar regretted offering free drinks.

The decorations actually weren't half bad. Lots of glass, stainless steel, colorful charts, blinking lights, and wires that did nothing. There were plasma balls everywhere and huge tesla coils had electricity arcing up to the ceiling, shooting out mini electrical storms that might make some of the bros just a little bit nervous, even though it was just a visual effect. There were glow-in-the-dark wall panels and every bathroom door had a biohazard sign. A star map was also projected on the ceiling, sometimes zooming in to feature individual galaxies, planetary bodies, and nebulae in more detail.

In the middle of the bar was a stage shaped like the periodic table of the elements, where attractive dancers in science-themed costumes rocked out in Faraday cages.

All the drinks (often glowing and sometimes flaming or even sparking) were served in beakers with radioactive signs, test tubes, graduated cylinders, or flasks, and the barmaids were just going to keep them coming.

Comments

Drinking

[googledox]

Whether it's sitting around chilling with some brewskis or trying to drink each other under the table, the drinks are on the house, so get chugging or tossing back those shots.

Re: Drinking

[atippleoftransparency]

Lyle had stripped off his dark red button-up on his way to one of the tables in favor of the Science Alliance door-prize T-shirt he'd been handed. The both shirts were equally mismatched with his black-and-purple pants, which were suspiciously identical to the pants Brainy was wearing. He didn't see a lot of people who didn't also look like Tributes, but the sooner he got a reputation for catching attention, the sooner he could start leveraging it for his and Brainy's own ends.

He'd flagged down a waitress and given her a drink order, gesturing to himself and Brainy to indicate, even to someone who couldn't hear, that he was ordering for the both of them.

She came back with a surprising number of shots.

"Remember the first time Jo challenged you to a drinking contest?" he asked Brainy, rhetorically. Because there was no way any of them would forget that event. "That was hilarious."

[googledox]

"It was a perfectly understandable mistake on his part. My people were rarely prone to revelry, so the advantages the Coluan metabolism bestows in regards to alcohol tolerance weren't exactly common knowledge."

He was smirking slightly, though, as he did some mental calculations.

"This volume of alcohol should suffice in getting us drunk but not so drunk we'll regret it in the morning. You know I usually abstain but, well..."

Sometimes you needed a drink. Whatever the species, whatever the chemical makeup the substance causing it was, whatever hole you had to pour it into, you needed a drink.

Beer Pong

[googledox]

Beer Pong can get a little more competitive when some of the people involved in playing have a working knowledge of physics. Sure, you can bounce the ball in the cup but can you do it off of three separate points around the room and get it in at a 10 degree angle?

Re: Beer Pong

[splendid_roman]

"I think this beer's watered down and I haven't had enough to make it interesting," Ian said, eyeing the table. Although playing this game might end up with him having drunk enough beer, whether it was watered down or not, to make it more interesting.

However, he was not one to refuse a challenge, and he threw the ping pong ball. It might have gone in a cup, had it ended up hitting someone after it bounced off a wall. "Oops. Sorry," he added, louder, so they'd hear his apology.

[youbarium]

Carlos was the one it hit; up until then, he hadn't been paying much attention to that corner of the bar, but when he saw what was happening, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"They still play beer pong?" he deadpanned, recognizing the game immediately. "In a future with holograms and force fields, they still play beer pong?"

[splendid_roman]

Ian was relieved the other person wasn't annoyed at being hit with a ping pong ball and he smiled. "Some things never go out of fashion. But I've never played it before." Perhaps it was something that came into fashion.

"Do they play often where you've from?" he asked, sipping his beer.

[youbarium]

"Not after a certain age," admitted Carlos. "You usually find it in colleges, at parties and in fraternity houses. It's not a very sophisticated game." He took a sip of his own drink. "I haven't played it in years."

[splendid_roman]

"You don't want anything too sophisticated when you're drunk." Especially as the game involved getting drunker. "We usually just played darts, but this isn't too different."

He picked up a clean ping pong ball and held it out to the other man. "Want a go?"

Pub Quiz

[googledox]

Naturally, the Science Alliance is their own team and naturally they'll do fine with questions about science but can anyone among them answer the following: what is a passing style employed in football in which the quarterback initially takes a three step drop or more into the pocket to make a pass?

[youbarium]

Carlos stares at the screen, squinting. Then, he takes his glasses off, and squints some more. "I didn't know football fields had pockets," he says, several drinks in and a little bleary. "....I don't know much about football at all, honestly. In high school, the people who knew about football were the ones that made my life miserable, so I did my best to avoid all contact with it."

[atippleoftransparency]

"What does it say?" Lyle asked. He had, at some point, ended up with his back to the screen showing the questions, but it hadn't dulled his enthusiasm for the competition. Just his ability to turn around and look himself, apparently.

"'Football'? Is that a sport? The only thing I know about sports is that I'm banned from the room when they're on the holos."

[youbarium]

"Why? What did you do?" Carlos asked, honestly more interested in Lyle's story than answering the question. Someone else on the team could field it, maybe, but Carlos himself had given the points up for lost.

[googledox]

"We...talked. Apparently, it's a crime of the highest order to make fun of the completely incoherent, utterly pointless rules of magno-ball."

He went on, "...But then our team leader at the time was a former magnoball champion. It was a sensitive subject for him."

[youbarium]

"People who pride themselves on toughness can be very sensitive about sports," said Carlos sagely to the deep brown, frothy drink in front of him. "You're better off staying away. You aren't missing much, besides a potentially dangerous, or at least very uncomfortable, situation."

He took a long drink.

Everything Else

[googledox]

The night is young and anything could happen, whether it's a fist fight or someone wearing a traffic cone on their head!

Re: Everything Else

[nunpunching]

Did someone mention bad fashion? Because in additional to his unfortunate face tattoo, Punchy's rocking a new mohawk and blingy gold fabric that makes him look like a human-shaped disco-ball. Someone apparently never told him to edit. He looks like a punk Oscar trophy covered in glitter.

Unlike possibly the entire rest of the Science Alliance, Punchy looks absolutely thrilled to be here, and has a shit-eating grin stamped onto his inked-up face. He's also a bit flushed, since he's about three drinks in.

That means he wants to dance. Yes, with you. No, he doesn't know how to actually dance, and it mostly involves stomping around and trying to grind on people. Have fun with that.

Re: Everything Else

[googledox]

"Don't even think about it."

That was Brainy's singular response when Punchy approached like he was going to try to grind up on him and lure him out of his chair to dance.

He did want to try to strike up a conversation if he could, though.

He remembered him from the Cornucopia.

Re: Everything Else

[nunpunching]

"Think about what, putting the sweat out on the floor? This joint's way too dry overall." And with that, he whistles at the bartender to bring them something ridiculous and probably on fire. He's so proud of his ability to whistle, Brainy, you don't even know.

He plops down next to Brainy and grins. "Then we bust a move, after I get my drank on."

Re: Everything Else

[googledox]

"The only thing I'll be busting if you try to make me dance is possibly your femur," Brainy threatened, though the words were more irritated than malicious.

"Even if I was the type to dance, I wouldn't be seen in public with someone so unfortunately dressed. I'm not even going to malign the non-sighted by suggesting you dress like a blind man because I know sentients without eyes that have better color coordination than you by virtue of having a highly evolved sense of taste."

The Lirolaz of Xarnath could literally taste the rainbow.

Re: Everything Else

[nunpunching]

"Bitch, you couldn't throw down a plastic bag."

Punchy sprawls back on the counter as much as the stool and runs his hands through his hair. He looks leisurely, but he's actually starting to get defensive, and it shows in his voice just a moment afterwards.

"And don't be jelly of my threads, jackwagon. I look like a fucking O.G."

Re: Everything Else

[atippleoftransparency]

Lyle was under the table. Nobody had drunk him under the table; he'd just moved there because it was a good place to be when you were pretending to be more drunk than you were and you happened to be somewhat annoyed that you couldn't turn invisible and observe people from your chair. (Lyle had never been much of a bar person to begin with anyway.)

He leaned over and poked Brainy in the shins.

"I'm still here," he announced. "I didn't sneak off. You should join me, the floor isn't sticky."

[googledox]

"That sounds like a glowing endorsement," said Brainy sarcastically. "In terms of places I should relocate myself to."

Yet he still slid out of his chair and down to the floor, making the slow sort of grace someone managed when they were slightly drunk and trying very hard to hide that fact.

[atippleoftransparency]

"And yet, here you are!" Lyle said, spreading his hands like he should be wearing something slinky and displaying a grand prize on a game holo. "Clearly my talent for persuasion is yet within my grasp. Finish your drinks?"

[googledox]

Was falling over sideways and flumping against his shoulder a good answer?

"Yes, all consumables have been consumed."