The jatz club looked startlingly more disarranged than she remembered. Since when did patrons sit on
top of the bartender now? The teen blinked to clear her eyes, and bartender went back to being less of a chair again. That was too bad, she had actually liked that idea, kind of.
A response drew her attention, and Daiya looked down from her perch —somehow she had managed to climb up onto the booth bench— to find a flaming lion talking to her. Maybe not actually flaming, yet, but the tigress' bounteous locks looked so much like black flames to the girl. The girl wondered if they were hot, and she might have gone over to touch them if the floor hadn't seemed so far away.
Between the floor, bartenders and lions with flaming black hair, Daiya was starting to get pretty annoyed at being told no tonight. "
That's what you think, pretty kitty. In fack, I've only had half of enough, so...there!"
Now that the flaming furball had been put in her place, the teen turned her attention back to the bartender. It was easy, with Zole doing her misanthropic routine again, and Brie going quiet again for a moment. The young shadowrunner was determined to give her friend the night she deserved, even if they had to put up with a green fairy bemoaning their youth some more. At least Zole's presence had put an end to the question of whether they were paying customers who could be served.
Which begged the question in her foggy mind, where was that bartender with the drinks? If he was all done playing chair for his customers at the bar, then he had no excuse. The teen decided to hop down to go give him a piece of her mind, and found herself landing on something soft in the other direction with an, "
Oomph."
"
Oh hi, Brie," Daiya greeted her friend again. She had no idea how Brie had wound up under her on the floor, until the scrapper girl's arms wrapped around her and the teen noticed the other facets of her impromptu prison. She had never met the floor at all, but was back in the booth somehow and Brie was irked with her again. The young shadowrunner's mouth pulled into a frown for a moment, until her friend's mood lightened and she offered a chuckling compliment. Daiya returned the chuckle with a grin on her face.
She snuggled into her friend's backwards hug. "
You're all the audience I need, Brie." There was nothing better right now than to be in Brie's warm embrace, a simple comfort that Daiya had been missing too much of lately. Drinks would help, but the hug was like a drug all on its own. She turned to look at Brie's long face, made longer by the trails made from dried tears. "
Your face is kinda smoodged now."
"
I'd be upright, except for that dasturbly floor!" Daiya told Zole when the Mirialan suggested a change of venue, and giggled at the thought of it. She wiggled against the arms of Brie for a moment, she could prove it if not for her friend's arm-prison, and then stopped to listen to Brie speak instead. "
I'm going where you go? Stars, Brie, don't threaten me with a good time."
Daiya managed to wiggle free at last, and slipped off the booth down to her nemesis of the hour: floor. It had nothing to say for its behavior, even when the teen gave it her strongest glare, so she just slapped it with a closed fist instead. That hurt a little more than she expected, leaving her waving the hand as she picked herself up to a standing position. Her voice grew louder again to drown out any pain, not that there was much, as she cried, "
Party on Brie's ship, all right!"
The girl gave her friend, and Zole if she was coming, a moment to stand up from the booth as well, and it gave the girl a moment to throw a pair of fingers at the bartender. Daiya narrowed her eyes as she flipped the fingers back to her own eyes, then back to him.
This wasn't the end of it, for the bartender, or for her night.