Out for a day... (Invite)

[Sara Quinn]

Hm... Her place... ... See... That would work, except that her place was... Filthy. Destroyed. Trashed. Her home was barely livable for her, let alone anyone else. The dunce cap one was going to pretty embarrassing if she lost, but showing off her home after the kidnapping might be a little worse. There would be questions.

But... Her ODD wouldn't let her give up like this. She had to at least try. The waiter placed more drinks on the table and she smiled at Sylar. "Deal."

She picked up her drink and chugged as much as she could, which was slightly more then half the bottle. How much had she had already? Really, could she have gotten herself into a worse situation? This was... Terrible. Her home was destroyed because of the kidnapping, and she was addicted to the root. This... Was SOOOO not going to end well for her. She sighed, dropping her head onto the table as her vision swam.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar watched as Sara took the deal. There was no way that he was going to lose now. He watched as the waiter drop the drinks. Sylar would motion for him to go get more and off went the waiter. He turned his head back to Sara. She had grabbed her drink and started to down it.. well half of it that is. Sylar would pick up his drink and down the think. It was gone. This was gonna be no fun.

So sara. Do you want to keep playing with these little beers or go for the good stuff?

He would then wait to see what she wanted.

[Sara Quinn]

Oh jeez... Something harder then beer... That wasn't a good idea. At all. Just what she needed, something stronger. She picked her head up and looked at him defiantly. But of course, the ODD said that she couldn't give in. She had to agree. She wasn't going to appear to be some sort of pussy in front of him. "You're on... What did you have in mind?" Please say something weak... God, please let it be weak...

She tried to smile at him, but her vision was blurring again. If he didn't give up or something she was going to have to stop soon or pass out right here... You know... Taking the root was the stupidest thing she had ever done. She was a teen and couldn't drink alcohol because it hit her like a brick wall now... And just as painful as one to. This would last for the rest of her life... That sucked... No fun TT.TT

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar looked at her as she gave in.

How about jack daniel's?

He would motion to the waiter. When he got there he would tell the waiter to bring them a bottle of jack. This was going to be a fun night for Sylar. The beer was starting to take a little effect. The thing was that he was going to draw out the liquor before he healed though. That was going to be his suprise

[Sara Quinn]

Jack? Oh jeez... She was done for TT.TT

"Jack's is cool." Stupid Sara, stupid, stupid Sara D< What the hell was she thinking!? Sara watched with a look of apprehension on her face as the waiter put the bottle and two shot glasses on the table. They were quick here weren't they...? Damn them...

Taking the initiative, and not wanting to show fear, she opened the bottle and poured two shots out. She picked up the small glass and lifted it to him. When he lifted his, she would take her shot the same time he did.

Ohhhh.... She was not going to be a happy camper tomorrow.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Either sara was crazy or she was cocky. He watched as she grabbed the bottle before Sylar could. She poured the drinks and waited for him. Sylar grabbed his shot and downed it with her. Phew, that was strong. Sylar couldn't remember the last time he had that. Man it was good. Sylar's vision started to go blurry. How many drinks had he already had. No worries. He would be fine. He poured them another drink each and when she was ready he would down it with her. This was gonna be a fun night.

[James Everwood]

James made his way into the place, already slightly buzzed. With everything that had happened, he had done something he never imagined he would. He drank... call him a loser, call him his fathers son, call him whatever you wanted. After having a shit life, your arm recently torn off, recently nearly homeless (thanks to Sam he wasn't), he had been a bit wound up, and for once he was actually drinking. He had wounds from several people now, not just Sam. He had wounds from some other patients, but the fact was he was beaten up. Bruises and cuts riddled his body, a huge bruising across his forearm, his jaw was damaged, and he was a little loopy from all the pain killers.

He ordered a drink from one of the waiters, getting a bottle of scotch, the waiter went to check an I.D. and James quickly grabbed him with his left (only) hand, and pulled him in close, "Look at me really closely, and ask yourself. Do I really want to make this kids life any harder?"

The guy did so, and he said, "Oh, right away...." And a moment later James had a bottle of scotch with a shot glass on top of the bottle. He was going to order food too, but decided to go sit down when he saw Sara.

"Sara? Is.... that you?" James said and walked over, pulling a chair up to the end of the table, "Hey, hope I'm not interrupting but I was always taught never to drink. And if I did drink, never to drink alone."

And with that he set down his shot glass, poured some of his Scotch, and raised the shot glass, "To my right arm," He said and took the shot.

[Sara Quinn]

"Sara? Is.... that you?"

She lifted her eyes to the person who had spoken, her vision blurring terribly. Why was it always the vision that went first for her? Was that really fair? Well actually, she doubted that she could walk either, but she couldn't walk to begin with because of her injury. Her gaze focused in on James.

O__________________________O Oh jesus christ...

Sara's eyes widened as James took a seat at the end of the table. With a bottle of scotch. He poured a quick shot. God, he was in rough shape wasn't he? Her eyes flicked over to Sylar, to see how he would react to having James interrupt their date.

"To my right arm."

Awwww crap... Sara poured herself another shot and lifted the glass. "To your right arm..." She quickly took the shot and dropped her glass back onto the table. She slid her chair closer to James and laid her head down on the table, groaning quietly. This was going to SUCK in the morning.