008 ~*~ At least she can't drink and fly...

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Action : Olney's Tavern : Open ]
[ If you're a regular at the bar, you might notice a new sigth in one of the stools. A tall red-haired Chinese woman in a plain green dress is making herself right at home, even if the drone workers don't particularly care about serving her anything other than weak, fruity, feminine drinks.

That doesn't mean she hasn't been trying to sweet-talk them into it for the better part of an hour. And by sweet-talk, I mean whining pitifully because she really doesn't want to get thrown out for taking matters into her own hands. ] --c'mo~on. Can't you just pour me something a little stronger? I'm going to need a whole lot more than this. [ She remarks, fingernail grazing the edge of the colorful cocktail glass. ]

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[ Action : Around Town : Open ]
[ Later, no matter how much she had to work at it, she managed to get herself sufficiently smashed (for a short while, at least)! You can encounter her:

1) Wandering the neighborhood, humming some old tune to herself as she sways.
2) Attempting to enter your home and not realizing why her stupid key isn't working...
3) Napping on your front lawn. ]

Comments

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[TEE HEE. Balin, however, looks thoughtful.]

Well, trainin'a mind an' spirit is just as important as trainin'a body. Might be worth checkin' out. When an' where'll you be teachin' it?

[not_so_great_wall]

Exactly! [ She points a finger skyward, but then brings it down to scratch at her cheek. ] --I haven't figured that out yet. But before I do, I'll be calling around to see who'll come!

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

Maybe try'a Rec Center? One of'a snipers in town built'a firin' range there.

[Balin knows two, so far!]

[not_so_great_wall]

Nah, I was just thinking of hosting it in the park or someplace nice and open. There's no telling how many people will come.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's'a good point. Park would probably be'a best place, then.

[not_so_great_wall]

I thought so! [ Redundant note is redundant, Meiling. ]

--do you have a clock? [ Watch. Something. ]

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

Uh—not on me right now, no. One in'a house, though.

... I really oughta buy a watch. Too used to havin'a clock in my heads-up display.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Waving a hand. ] It's okay! I don't carry a watch either. But I probably shouldn't worry people more. [ She's done enough of that. ]

It was nice meeting you, though!

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

Yeah, same here. Good'a know there's more people around here with their heads screwed on straight!

[Then he remembers his original offer.]

You need help gettin' home any?

[Though ... Judging from how she hasn't stumbled or fell over since they started talking, it looks like she's sobering up some. Maybe she'll be alright enough to walk back home.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Home? Well, she should get home eventually, but not instantly. Meiling nods and smiles. ] I'll be okay. [ Eventually.

She starts to step back, before turning and waving over her shoulder. ] Take care, Balin!

*needs more userpics XD*

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Balin waves back!]

Catch ya later, Meiling!

[He's not sure which part of her name is her first name, though he's hoping it's not "Hong."]

[As Meiling leaves, Balin looks around and remembers what he was going to do earlier. So! He sits back in the lawn chair and starts working on cleaning the Colt .45.]