A Wild Night for Lightweights. [MATURE-ish.]

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It had been a long day.

Lucas had, as usual, worked from the early hours of the morning until late afternoon in his little shop, making and fixing watches and clocks, his eyes positively aching from staring at tiny gears, nuts and bolts until they assembled themselves into a beautiful example of perfectly working clockwork. It was a worthy mistress, but for once, Lucas needed a break.

Normally the evenings would be his time to relax and perhaps slit a few throats, but a different kind of frustration had brought him to Misfits, a local bar that asked just the right amount of questions for him; one. And that question hit his ears the moment he took a seat on one of the bar stools, queried by the barman, a heavy set tattooed fellow, seeming to have more stories than words left in his lungs.

"What can I get you, mate?"

Asking for a double shot of straight whiskey, Lucas leaned back a little, scanning the room for suitable candidates, misty violet eyes glinting devilishly. There were a few sort of attractive females, and even less males, but soon Lucas found his eyes drifting over someone sitting a few stools down to him, with beautiful golden brown hair, cascading down their back like a glorious waterfall. Attention now thoroughly hooked, Lucas downed his drink, shuddering a little at the sharp taste, before making his way nonchalantly over to the person, smirking seductively.

"Well hello there, beautiful. What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?"

[kiddie]

“The fuck are you?”

Artisan turned around to face another young man...apparently trying to hit on him. The bar was a place Artisan was usually left alone, just him and a notepad of inventions—occasionally Heinz. It was a place Lambda never stepped foot in either, which made coming to Misfits a plus. But never before, on all the times he'd been to the bar, had he ever found himself in such a position...

The man in question reminded him of a crumpled up tissue in a way, due to all the folds and wrinkles on his clothes. A judgmental eyebrow raised at Lucas as Artisan calmly took a sip of a fruit cocktail, staring at his secret admirer from over the rim of his glass.

“Sorry to burst your bubble,” smirked Artisan, “But I'm a guy.”

It didn't help that Artie tried to catch a drop of fruit juice by running his tongue along the rim, not thinking much of his action's mixed signals until he'd already done it.

Needless to say, through the right eyes...Artisan could still be “beautiful”.

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A guy. Well... that was somewhat surprisingly.
Faltering for a moment, Lucas studied the man's facial features, nodding ever so slightly once he was done almost as a tiny little mental note of acceptance, before resuming his easy stance and smile, seemingly completely unphased by this revelation.

"I can see that, but my compliment still stands~" He gave a small shrug, before raising an eyebrow as his current subject of interest licked the rim of his glass in a way that could only really be interpreted as a signal to continue. Ah well... when in Rome...

"And in reply to your question," He sat as he spoke on the stool next to Artisan, saying the last word rather pointedly as if in response to the swear word. "My name is Lucas... and to whom do I owe the honour?" Motioning for the bartender, he briefly eyed the man's drink, before looking back with gleaming violet eyes.

"I'll have another whisky... and get this gentlemen another of what he's drinking."

[Sky]

Calista had always been curious as to what went on whenever Artie went out and about, and now she knew he went to a bar. How she got in? Fake I.D. she had made herself, she was pretty good at doing them. Only her first few failed, but after that she just kept getting better and better until she could trick anyone. She silently took a sip of the water she had asked for a bit ago, watching Artisan as he sipped away at what she thought was an alcoholic drink. It probably was too.

Calista watched as another man approached, it was quiet in the bar and she was close enough to hear his words. She barely stiffled a giggle as she heard the stranger flirting with him before she looked to Artie for a response. His response was reasonable.

Wait, what the hell is he doing to that cup! Oh my god, Artie is GAY!

[kiddie]

“Are you...Are you trying to hit on me?” asked Artisan. Surprised, Artisan leaned so far back in the bar stool that he nearly slid off the edge. Thankfully he managed to grip the ledge of the bar, thus arching his back slightly. “Shit. That could've been seen as sexual,” thought Artisan.

The notepad was still open on the counter, displaying his design for a rather fanciful looking sword, one with the name “Lambda” inscribed on the hilt in Korean. The hilt would be engraved with Korean saying for good luck, mainly because his English spelling rivaled a 6th graders. Not that it was Artisan's fault. English was the most confusing language on the planet, especially with all its irregular words that made no sense. It also seemed that he'd forever have an accent tapped to his words, no matter how many times he practiced “proper pronunciation”. And when he was worried or freaked out—kind of like right at the moment—it didn't do his English any justice.

“This can't be happening...” murmured Artisan, blinking rapidly in disbelief...hopefully not to be interpreted as batting his eyelashes.

“Please don't think I'm flirting. Please don't think I'm flirting. Please don't think I'm flirting.” mentally prayed Artisan. If this Lucas guy thought he was playing along...well, Arite was going to be in trouble.

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Huh... this guy was sending out the most incredibly mixed signals Lucas had ever come across, and he had flirted with a great deal of men and women in his time. Once the bartender returned with their drinks, Lucas took another long sip, giving Artisan rather a strange look over his glass. How to proceed...

"Well, why don't we start with just a conversation, who am I to predict the future?" He chuckled lightly, shrugging a little, before his eyes fell upon the notebook on the table, eyebrows raising slightly as he took in the sketch, impressed by the design.

"You're quite the artist." He breathed, sounding genuinely impressed. Now looking from the perspective of a person who knew much of design himself, when working with intricate clockfaces and well crafted mechanics, he noticed the name engraved on the hilt, wondering who's name is was. "Lambda." He echoed quietly as he stared at it.

Why did that name sound so... familiar. Blinking as if in surprise, it suddenly hit him where he knew the name from, turning to Artisan again with a strange grin. "Lambda! I believe we have a mutual friend. Small, gothic looking girl with a vile attitude?"

[Sky]

Calista watched in horror as Artisan just continued to send all kinds of signals to the man. Yep, he was definitely gay. GAY! She fumbled around in her jacket before she found her phone, one of the few still working in the dying world and quickly turned it on, she quickly sent a text to Lambda, knowing that she would want to know this turn of events.

"ABORT MISSION! ARTISAN IS GAY!"

She hit send and sat back, watching in horror as he just continued to flirt with they guy before him.

[kiddie]

“Shit. Shit. Shit. What do I do?” thought Artisan, “School never taught me what to do in these situations!” At a stand still for how to handle the flirtatious man in front of him, Artisan could only smile at Lucas. It was a ghost of a half-smile, one that still tasted like passionfruit cocktails.

“Thank you,” he said nervously, flushing a little, “I prefer the actual mechanics over the designing though, I do. To me, planning on paper...it's such a hassle. It's much better to just jump into things! ”

Perhaps if Artisan remained polite and “friendzone” the guy, he'd get bored and go away...That's when Lucas said something that sparked his interest, causing his brown eyes to light up like firecrackers. “Yes! She's my boss!” he blurted, “I...I'm kinda her blacksmith. How do you know her?”

That's when he realized he still hadn't introduced himself.

Extending a slender hand—yet trying to remain platonic for his own sake—the young mechanic introduced himself, “I'm Artisan.”



Heinz was pissed. Artisan always took him everywhere because he was the Lassie to Artie's Jimmy, the Petey to Alfalfa, a mechanics best friend. For some reason, his master had thought it'd be smart to leave him alone at the Hospital's emergency room, not bothering to shoulder him for one of their nighttime escapades.

Oh, the Capuchin monkey would have his revenge.

He'd make Artisan's life hell.

Swiftly, the tiny monkey swiped a drink from a heavy set man, unknowing it was pure vodka. As Calista was busy texting, he drained the alcohol into her glass and sped back to the window to watch the room soon explode into havoc.

Heinz was a smart monkey. After all, Artisan trained him himself!

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Lucas' eyes lit up a little as he spoke of mechanics, inventing and whatnot, suddenly easing into his element. If flirting wasn't already that. "I know what you mean, I work with clockwork mostly, I hate all the meticulous planning that is associated with it... It's much more fun to jump straight in." He smirked a little as he said this, pitching the phrase to almost be an innuendo.

As Artisan explained his relation to Lambda, he nodded, seeming to be a mixture of confused and impressed. So she had gone ahead and made something of the Crusaders... how wonderful. "Lambda and I have worked together in the past... mostly behind bars. Might I say she's an excellent escape artist. But that's another story." He chuckled darkly, not thinking that it might worry Artisan a great deal, alluding that he'd been in jail.

As the man introduced himself, Lucas smiled genuinely, shaking the man's hand firmly, but holding on a moment longer than was the norm for a friendly handshake. Returning to his drink, he drained the remainder, grinning to himself.

To say that when Lambda had received Calista's text she had exploded was an understatement. The sheer scale of her reaction had left the Crusaders remaining in the hospital quaking in fear, her screams echoing through the halls, even audible outside. Within a few moments, the small girl had come haring out of the building, eyes blazing, her phone to her ear, yelling at it as if it had just killed her puppy.

"ARTISAN, PICK UP THE PHONE!" She shrieked, hit again with voicemail. Running as fast as her lolita heels would carry her, she made her way over to the Town Square, searching for this 'Misfits' bar that Calista spoke of. "YOU JERKISH MONGREL, ANSWER YOUR PHONE OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL DOCK YOUR PAY SO HARD."

[Sky]

Calista sighed and picked up her drink, gulping it all down at once before standing up and nearly falling over She blinked and grabbed the table, feeling the effects of the alcohol already kicking in. She looked back at the drink and blinked a few times in confusion. She had just gotten water right? It didn't feel like she had drunken just water.

She stumbled over to Artie and practically collapsed in his lap, looking up at him. "Hey Artie-kun. they put something funny in my drink." She giggled and fell down tot he floor, obviously very drunk. She had never had alcohol in her system before, and the shot to it now was having a big effect on her. She giggled and pulled herself back up, resting her head on Artie's lap.

"You're cute you know that?"

[kiddie]

Already tipsy from his ffith drink—having drank four other beverages before Lucas' arrival—Artisan was too buzzed to pick up on Lucas' innuendo. Believing to have found himself another mechanic who could talk gears and cogs with him, he nodded enthusiastically, oblivious to his sweet talker's signals. “I agree!” he said, “No planning, no waiting...just spontaneous!”

Staring into the depths of his glass, Artisan noticed that his drink was almost empty. A quick calculation told him that he should probably lay off the alcohol if he didn't want to do anything stupid...but of course, his mind didn't match up with his body and he found himself signaling the bartender for another one.

“Escape artist? More like a tyrant, she is.” muttered Artisan, scowling slightly, “It's all work and no play with that woman. Never gives me a chance to relax, to unwind...That's why I came here. It's like a vacation of sorts. I don't suppose she gave you a headache too, did she?”

However, Artisan wasn't yet drunk enough to not notice Lucus' grin. “What's—hiccup—so funny? Some kinda clockmaker joke?”

That's of course, when Heinz's plan to make Artisan's life a living hell took into affect.

“What the hell are you doing here, Calista?” yelped Artie, “Did you order alcohol, did you?” His face flushed a deep red where Calista chose to rest her head and he tried to move her, although not very effectively. In his opinion, he'd only made it worse. “You're drunk, Calista,” he said slowly, “And I'm not cute. I'm very distinctively a handsome man.”

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Lucas looked down at Calista in surprise, studying her face for a moment, before deciding that, given the current circumstances, she seemed like an awful lot more fun that Artisan did. She was drunk, apparently rather the devilish one, and he was... well... horny. Smiling down at her as seductively as he possibly could, he extended a hand to help up the girl, chuckling at her. Her drunkness was actually pretty cute. And it didn't seem like Artisan would accept her advances, so he would kindly step in and offer an alternative,

Like the gentleman he was. "And who's this little spitfire~? Now, he may be cute... or distinctively handsome, or however he wants to phrase it, but I think you'll find I'm on a whole other level... Well, honestly, I can be whatever you want me to be, given the right circumstances." He winked, deliberately playing up the cheesiness of the statement.

Right at this very moment, the door was all but knocked down.

Booting it open with a loud 'CRASH', Lambda stood in the doorway, gawping at the sight before her. Artisan, apparently gay, drinking with a dark haired man, who appeared to be flirting with Calista... who was on Artisan's lap. Face reddening to a furious crimson, she marched over and grabbed the drunken Calista by the collar, yanking her onto her feet before she'd had a chance to take Lucas' offer of helping her up. "What the devil do you think you're doing?" She hissed, before shooting daggers at Artisan. Releasing her cousin, she practically straddled Artisan's lap, glaring up into his face, eyes gleaming with pure rage.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!"

Blinking a few times in surprise, Lucas tipped his head to one side, before casually tapping the girl on the shoulder, causing her to glance darkly over her shoulder, anger temporarily dissipating into a surprised look. "Oh, Lucas! Long time no see... I'll be with you shortly, gotta deal with something here."

Lucas nodded simply, before turning his attention back to Calista, now rather liking the idea of getting better acquainted with this little one. "Methinks you'd like another one of those funny drinks, hmm?"

[Sky]

Calista giggled and went to take his hand before getting grabbed by the collar bad pulled to her feet. She blinked a few times in surprise and flinched when she heard Lambda's voice. "I-I SWEAR I DIDN'T ORDER THE DRINK!" She practically shouted, well, she did shout. She was drunk, and since it was her first time ever everyone around her was getting a dose of a side of her they would never see again if she could help it.

Her sexual and party animal side, the side of her that really showed that she was barely no older a teenage girl and wanted to have sex with guys, or girls since she leaned both ways. She looked up at the way Lambda was straddling Artie-kun and blushed. "Why don't you ever straddle me like that my beautiful cousin? You know I lean both ways." She giggled and stumbled back a few steps before looking up at the man.

"Me thinks I need to avoid any more of those funny drinks. I don't even remember getting that funny drink." She giggled lightly and swayed a little, looking back at Lambda. She was curious as to what was going on, she didn't understand anything that was going on any longer.

[kiddie]

All hope of judgment was lost when Artie downed the last of his glass, waved the bartender for yet another, and stared at Lucas point blank. “Spitfire? Why can't I be a spitfire?” thought Artisan, “I can be damn sexy if I want to, I can. Oh, I'll show him a whole new level...” Drunken stupidity combined with Artisan's number one insult, the fact that he wasn't good enough for someone, was enough to make him lean towards Lucas...

Oh. Hello, Lambda.

Artisan pulled away so he could yell at his boss instead. With Lambda always came the average bickering that'd clear out a group of Crusaders in no time at all. Several people seemed to be amused by the small group's under the influence shenanigans and watched eagerly, waiting for a turn of events.

“Tell you what?” slurred Artisan, “That I have a life outside of work? Are you jealous, boss?” Blinking slowly, like the shutter lens of a camera, Artisan seemed to realize what position Lambda was in. “Nuh-uh. Can't bribe me, Lambda,” he said, tutting his tongue, “That's a new low for you! Straddling your workers on their time off!”

Heinz was pleased and chattered to himself happily.

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Lambda could have very well passed out then and there.

Artisan was alluding to... some very awkward things in response to her position over him, he had very nearly KISSED Lucas, and now Calista, her own cousin, was... coming on to her? Letting out a muted cry of what could only be described as terrible anguish, she shook her head violently, and placed both of her hands on Artisan's shoulders, beginning to shake him back and forth.

"I AM NOT TRYING TO BRIBE YOU, I'M NOT GOING TO ENGAGE IN... A-A-A-ADULT A-ACTIVITIES WITH MY OWN COUSIN, AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU W-WERE... G... G... Y-YOU L-L-LIKE M-MEN?!" She stammered horrendously over the last part, eyes still blazing as they nervously met Artisan's drunken gaze.

"WHAT ABOUT ME?! ...I... I MEAN... um... I THOUGH WE WERE CLOSE ENOUGH FOR YOU TO BE ABLE TO TELL ME THESE THINGS!" She backed off a little, releasing his shoulders but not moving off of him, drawing her hands close to her chest and looking downright hurt and betrayed, blushing furiously.

It wasn't as if she were jealous or anything. Of course not. She didn't like him in that way... not one... little... bit.

Of course not.