"Crucible, anyone?!" Boomed Nate from across the table. Everyone at the circular table looked up at the man who held a jug overflowing with liquor.
"Nate, really? Put the beer down." Scolded his counterpart, Kyrine. Her glowing white eyes annoyed. She had pale, blue and grey skin that had a faint ethereal glow. Nate looked down at her and spat out a laugh, his dark brown eyes sparkling.
"Nah, Ky, you need to loosen up! Have a beer! Or five!" His tan skin glistened with sweat from the packed and heated bar.
"Yeah, Rinie," Another voice slurred. The redhead from the other side of the table, Sean, leaned forward, bringing his mug down with him. Sean was tall, lean, and ginger. He had a mild tan from being out and about in the city when off duty. His shaggy hair was in need if a brush, and his face was dusted with light freckles.
He took another big gulp of beer, chugging noisily. There was a dainty scoff from beside him. Sarah had her nose scrunched up and her hazel eyes watched him. She shook her head, and her short choppy blonde hair shook.
"You can't go into the Crucible, your drunk." Her soft voice calmed the two ruffians down, her serene voice settling. Sarah was caring, and smart. Sean was the equivalent to an older, annoying brother for her.
Nate belched and slurred a laugh. "We've done it before! Hell, even Ky was with us!" Nate was an outgoing person, who hated drama, and loved beer. Kyrine was like his other half, his girl side. Even if she was another race, and blue haired.
Jo, who had her phone to her ear, an old model from the year 2015 that she didn't want to let go of, was shouting something in another language. Like Kyrine, her bangs went across her forehead. Her raven black hair laid on her shoulders, little longer then Sarah's. She had an olive complexion, and usually soft green eyes. Which, at the moment, blazed furiously.
"Sí, cabrón!" She shouted, her small hands gripped her glass of water. Kyrine raised a silvery eyebrow at her Hispanic friend.
Jo shut the phone off and sighed, sipped her water, then looked up at her friends, "Sorry guys, I gotta boogie. Stuffs happening." Without further explanation, she got up and left. Leaving five bucks to pay for her drink.
Sean laughed. "You in, Kyrine? Crucible? I'm sure all of our booze will exit our system by time we're in the ships." His eyelids were dropping, while Nate's were alive and ready. The girl in question rolled her flourecent eyes, and shook her head. Her blue bangs shifting across her forehead.
She took out a pony tail holder and swept her long hair up into a ponytail, then a tight bun and rolled her shoulders. "We're outfitted, I don't see why not." Her plump, pale pink lips smirked.
Nate slugged an arm around his counterpart and breathed in her ear. "Let us be off then!" He planted a sloppy kiss on her pale grey-blue cheek.
Kyrine remained with a stoic smirk as she took his arm and they exited the packed bar, the drunk man behind her.
Jo was a Warlock, Nate, formally known as Nathaniel, was a Titan with Sean, though the two almost repelled each other. Kyrine was a Hunter. There was only one person missing from their party, who had taken his girlfriend out for the night, which was Justin, who was a burly Titan.
Justin had brown hair, was tan, with a buzz-cut. He had honey-colored eyes and a strong jaw.
His girlfriend, Erin, who was a close friend of Kyrine's, was short and neither skinny nor chubby. She had bronze hair, tan skin, and dark eyes, with a pear shaped body. Eir, as Kyrine liked to call her, was a gossip queen and heard anything. While she wasn't a guardian, she worked along side the Cryptarch. She was naturally a bubbly person, who was dramatic and always found a way to annoy Nate.
Sean slammed his hands on the table. "Well! I better get going," He looked at Sarah who seemed deep in thought. "You comin', blondie?"
Sarah barely nodded. "Yeah, just need to get ready. You know this isn't going to end well, right? All of my statistics aren't adding up correctly." Her hazel eyes were worried.
"Ah, loosen up! Here, I'll meet you at the shipwright, alright? And I'll even leave the rest of my beer for ya!" He patted her head and stumbled out of the bar. leaving Sarah alone with Nate's unfinished beer bottle and Sean's near extinguished one.
She sighed, and picked u Nate's beer.
And downed it.
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Kyrine lounged next to the Aurora Lance, with a metallic water bottle, with the Hunter insignia plastered on it, in hand. Nate was across from her in ship wright, next to his electric blue Phaeton Class V1, smirking while opening another beer.
"Where are the others I wonder..." Kyrine trailed off absent mindlessly, drumming her fingers on her dark ship. She shifted her black boot clad feet.
"I..." He looked thoughtful, "really don't care." He grinned and took a swig of his beer. Nate leaned across the wing of his ship while Kyrine was on the ground, swinging her helmet around on her fingers.
She bit her lip, her pearly whites pulling on it. "Maybe Sean is still wandering the streets."
"No! I'm right here, Mama!" He shouted from the other end of the shipwright. He called her that because she's the closest thing to a mother figure he has. He was stumbling, bumping into ship parts, his helmet probably saved him from injuries.
"Sean!" Kyrine shouted angrily as he dropped in front of her.
Barely audible, he mumbled. "'Sar's comin' too.." Nate gave a laugh, then sighed.
"I'll get him in gear." Nate was not much more sober then Sean, but held his drunken giggles as he dragged the ginger to his AFV2 Octavian, and up the ladder to the cockpit.
Kyrine raised an eyebrow as she took in Sean and his words. "Sarah?" She nodded fitted her helmet on her head and flipped her Dead Orbit hood up, the back going down to the back of her knees. She moved to the base of the ladder near Sean's ship.
"Hey, poo poo, that tickles!" She heard Sean's nickname for Nate as he buckled Sean's in and shoved water in his face.
"This should make you a little more sober, might need some for me too." Nate huffed and started making his way down. His gloved missed a bar, and he grunted before he landed on Kyrine.
"Well. Isn't this a compromising position, Ky! What dirty thoughts are you thinking?" Nate landed on top of the Awoken girl. If only he could see Kyrine's face, he would of known just how much she wanted him off.
"Get. Off. Nathaniel." She growled, the sound muffled by her helmet. He laughed and lugged himself off her. She dusted her black pants off and growled to herself as Nate laughed and picked up his beer, and took a swig.
"I'm here." Sounded a hard-soft voice from beside the two. They were both shocked to see Sarah outfitted in her Heart of the Praxic Fire and white boots and helmet. But it wasn't the outfit that shocked the duo.
It was the beer bottle. Because, Sarah never drank. Or, at least, no one had ever seen her drink.
She walked with purpose, her helmet hanging from her left hand and bee in the other. Her boots clicked on the hard floor as she walked past them. Sarah tilted her head back and drank the rest of the alchohol, and flung it on the ground where it shattered.
She shoved her helmet on her head and tightened it, stopped and looked at the awestruck couple. "Let's go." She continued to her NS22 High Water, climbed in and they heard the purr of the engine as she gunned it.
Nate and Kyrine looked at eachother before scrambling to their own ships.
Sarah turned on Fireteam Voice Channel, and spoke to the other three. "We ready to go?"
Kyrine buzzed in, "Yupperz, let's boogie."
Nate was next. "Let's get goin'!"
It was a few seconds before Sean came on. "Mhm."
Usually, Nate called the shots, and the rest followed, but with him only midly-sober, and Sarah sober enough, they had switched.
"Combined Arms, it is." Sarah's finger ghosted over the holographic keyboard, typing in Bastion coordinates.
Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrp.
"Uh. Not Sorry." Nate crackled in.