The Drunkening

[legionnpcs]

Who| Open to everyone!
What| A night on the town
Where| Galaxic, the hottest new club/bar in New Metropolis
When| After all the galactus stuff
Warnings/Notes| Almost guaranteed to have drunken children

The line outside Galaxic went around the block but all the Legionnaires had to do was flash their flight rings and even the people waiting in line wanted them to be allowed in first. As promised by the management, they were allowed in without a cover charge, and they would also find that every drink and food order was free. The United Planets as a whole definitely knew how to show their appreciation for the Legion.

In the 18+ side of the establishment, there were two sections. One was a more standard bar, decorated in a way that made it a perfect blend of classy and glitzy. The blue lighting and organically sculpted wall sconces gave it a bit of glamour, but the bar, the floor, the chairs, the padded stools, and all the tables were made from a smooth, dark, lacquered hardwood. The menu had a nice array of food from a variety of cultures, and alongside synthehol (like Silverale), the bar had made a daring (retro) decision to serve a few varieties of actual alcohol, for the adventurous and/or old-fashioned to try.

In the other section of the 18+ side, there was a dance floor and music, and the soundproofing was good enough that the music couldn't really be heard in the main bar. Deeper in the dancing area, it turned out that the adult side had its own anti-grav moon bounce, too.

In the 14-18 side of the establishment, everything was a little more hip, and it was split into a multi-floor club. The first floor had a massive dance floor, with multi-colored neon rave lights, and patterns projected in high definition on the dance floor. The dancefloor had a lounge area around it full of poofy purple couches and chairs for people to rest in. There was a seating area with tables there as well, opposite the side of the room with the DJ. While this little area looked like nothing more than a cafe with snacks and non-alcoholic beverages, it was also a bar and synthehol was also served here (though alcohol wasn't). Some of the drinks glowed in the dark or looked like swirling galaxies.

The first floor had an open ceiling that allowed club-goers to look up and see the other two levels of the club, and allowed the music to be heard on those levels, too. On the second level was an arcade, filled with very futuristic games, including Simroom suites and other virtual reality festivities. The third level held a massive room with a high ceiling and an anti-grav moon bounce, where club-goers could bounce off the walls and floors and floating bounce pads to dance around and mosh to the music.

Both the adult and younger side of the club served synthehol, which was non-addictive and hard to taste when mixed into drinks. While it was possible for someone drinking it to get very, very drunk, no matter how much they drank it wouldn't cause any harm to their bodies or cause them to throw up or black out.

The club/bar was filled to the brim with sentients of many species, all hoping to have a fun night on the town.

[ooc: Players can feel free to make up details about the food, drinks, and games.]

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[headinjuries]

The place reminded Sam a lot of that rave Hummingbird had dragged them to once upon a time, albeit with less mindblasting of the bouncers to get him inside. It was actually pretty cool, seeing people just wave them forward in line when they caught a glimpse of the flight ring.

People thought they were cool.

People actually thinking he wasn't a loser was kind of a novelty. He could get used to this.

The dancing and the arcade would keep for later, though, because Sam had exactly the kind of appetite to be expected from a fifteen-year-old boy, and as such, he had priorities. Priorities like piling into a couch and scoping out the snack menu. There had to be some kind of far future equivalent of hot wings or something, right? (But who knew what kind of weird synthetic plant crap it was made out of.)

The drink menu was impressive, but minimalist. A few notes about flavors, but not a full ingredient list on each drink; a few symbols sprinkled across the menu to denote something or other, he wasn't sure what. (Calories or something stupid like that? Who cared, he wasn't trying to watch his figure.) He was considering just closing his eyes and ordering the first thing his finger landed on, until one drink on the list jumped out at him.

"Okay, if they really have a drink called the Supernova, that's gotta be fate or something."

[sofresh]

Superboy, on the other hand, was pretty used to being thought of as cool, so this wasn't anything new. It was still nice to bask in the attention, though, and bask was what he did. His main priority when he'd arrived was showing off (even if his powers weren't quite as awesome as they used to be—that sure wasn't going to stop him), but it wasn't too long before he also needed to take a break and maybe have something to drink.

So, when he noticed the couch not looking too occupied at the moment, Kon made his way over and dropped into the seat beside Sam. Instead of picking up a menu of his own, he kind of just casually leaned over and looked at whatever Sam was looking at.

(Was this how normal people made friends—)

"Think so? That kinda name is like, a total futuristic cliché. It sounds like something out of an old sci-fi movie."

...he said, not at all realizing what the connection actually was here.

[headinjuries]

"Hey, I didn't pick my hero name."

Though he'd never put all that much thought into where it came from, honestly, but from what he did know about space...

"I mean, stuff becomes cliché for a reason, though, right? Because it works." He thought Nova was a perfectly awesome name, thank you very much - "Lighting up the dark and all that stuff. I wonder if the drink glows."

[sofresh]

"...oh." He blinked. "Of course that's your name. I knew that."

Superboy absolutely did not know that.

"In that case, if I were you, I'd be pretty offended if it didn't," he said, glancing around then for a waiter or a (preferably cute) waitress to flag down. He totally just invited himself to chill with this kid and it looked like he'd be staying a while. "I mean, if it doesn't glow, what's the point?"

It wasn't even high expectations for the future, these things were supposed to just be a given.

[headinjuries]

Sam didn't mind this guy inviting himself, really. If you were going to get someone's attention, he'd take someone crashing his table over someone punching him off his skateboard.

"Guess we'll find out." He flipped to the page of the menu with the food and frowned thoughtfully. "Oh, man. Sliders. But I don't know if it's worth trusting fake vegetarian sliders."

[sofresh]

"You know, normally, I wouldn't risk it," he said thoughtfully. Actually, he wouldn't go anywhere near it at all. Vegetarian? Please. "But it's all free, right? So if you don't like it, you don't have to feel bad about not finishing it. You can just get something else."

That seemed pretty reasonable. Maybe even a little too reasonable. But after he said it, he suddenly had another thought, and paused. Actually...

"Why don't we just try everything?"

[headinjuries]

Despite his teenage appetite, that would never have occurred to Sam. He blinked.

"...everything?"

- okay, maybe that was how people who didn't have to worry about money did it, but he was definitely not used to not having to worry about money.

[sofresh]

"Sure, why not?" Kon said with a shrug. "'When in New Metropolis,' as they say."

Well, somebody probably said it at some point, anyway. Either way, whether Sam had any further protests or not didn't matter too much to Kon—he'd already managed to grab someone's attention and let them know exactly what they wanted: everything (plus Sam's namesake drink, he couldn't forget that). Of course, the waiter (some kind of alien that he didn't recognize) was a little startled by that kind of order, but it was taken nonetheless. And when it asked, "Anything else?" Kon looked over to Sam.

"What do ya think? That sound good?"

Like he ever had any choice in the matter.

[headinjuries]

"Uh. I guess so?"

He couldn't exactly think of anything to tack onto everything, after all.

[sofresh]

That was probably for the best. With that, Kon confirmed to the waiter that they were good so it could be on its way. Before leaving, it said it'd be back shortly with drinks.

"Something's gotta be good," he said, stretching his arms and leaning back in his seat. "It's a party, so we might as well treat it like one. 'Specially when you're famous."

It all made sense to him... He saw no reason not to take advantage of their fame.

[headinjuries]

"Thinking of myself as famous is still kinda weird."

Despite the fact that he'd saved the Earth from certain destruction and gotten invited to join the Avengers, even. Most of what little fame Sam had wasn't really about him, just about Nova and about everything Rich had done when he was still the one carrying the name on Earth. He hadn't really felt like he was doing much in the last couple of big superhero throwdowns he'd been part of; all of the big names took the stage and he was just...one in a crowd. And most of the cool stuff he did manage to do happened in space, where everyone back home would never even hear about it.

[sofresh]

"It ain't half-bad, if you ask me. I've been famous my whole entire life."

...he said, nonchalantly, casually leaving out the part where his "whole entire life" added up to about a month or so, give or take.

"Are you, like, new to the whole superhero thing, then?"

[headinjuries]

"I did it back home too, but I'm not, like...big?" He shrugged. "The important stuff happens in places that aren't Arizona. Mom said there was no way she'd let me join the Avengers. And then a lot of my stuff is in space, so nobody on Earth hears about it. Other superheroes have heard of me, but it's nothing like this."

(He suspected some of those other superheroes only had heard of Nova from when Rich carried the name, but he just tried not to think about that too hard.)

[sofresh]

"Yikes. I mean, to be fair, I kind of inherited my fame..." It wasn't terribly difficult to recognize that, especially after having spent some time here, where he was little more than a symbol—if that. "But that doesn't sound like a whole lotta fun, doing things and not being recognized for 'em."

It made sense, especially where outer space was involved, but... well, Kon loved the attention he got. He really, really did.

"Cool stuff happens when you're famous, ya know? You get to be on TV, and the babes'll be all over you." He paused. "...but your mom might not like that."

[headinjuries]

"I think she's already living in fear that I'm gonna try and date some girl from outer space." Where she couldn't see it, vet her, warn him against doing anything stupid...

[sofresh]

"Dude, you're gonna be alone forever at this rate," he teased. "I can see it now. 'Former Teenage Superhero Never Dated Even a Single Cute Alien Girl.'"

He shook his head.

"Tragic."

[headinjuries]

"Hey, I've got plenty of time," Sam scowled.

Not like he got much attention from most of the girls back home anyway, but this was space and there was nobody to harbor preconceived notions of him as the totally uncool janitor's kid.

[sofresh]

"Well, there's no shortage of 'em here, either, so who knows? You might still get lucky," he said. Honestly, if he weren't so hungry, Kon would totally drag Sam away right this moment to talk to some of the girls he'd been talking to earlier. He'd just have to do it next time, that's all.

"I won't even tell your mom. Promise."

[headinjuries]

"Yeah, well -"

Whatever Sam was going to say was cut off as the waiter returned and set his drink down in front of him - which, indeed, was glowing. Several other waiters were trailing behind him, balancing trays with the entire appetizer menu.

It had to be the most food Sam had ever seen on one table at the same time.

"Holy crap."

[sofresh]

Were they going to survive past the first course? Quite possibly not, but Kon seemed pretty pleased with himself nonetheless. He gave Sam a pat on the shoulder.

"Was this a great idea or was this a great idea?"

He may not be saying that later, but for now? It was an awesome idea.

[headinjuries]

"Dude, I need like. Four stomachs for all of this." Sam reached for the (vegetarian facsimile of) hot wings, plucking one up and giving it a slightly dubious look before taking a bite.

"...that's actually better than I was expecting? I think the sauce kind of helps with the, you know. Fake meat."

[sofresh]

"I guess that's how they get you in the future. They distract you from the fakeness so you forget about the truth."

Of course, the food looked pretty edible as it was being set down on the table in front of them. And really, as a person who hadn't eaten very much food before, there was really no reason for him to be picky about food quality.

(But that didn't mean he wasn't going to do it anyway.)

He reached for something on another plate that probably looked more unhealthy than it actually was—nachos, to start—and gave it a contemplative bite.

"It's got potential."

[headinjuries]

"They're better with real cheese. The cheese here is a lot better than the 'meat,' but it still isn't...quite right."

Still, if you closed your eyes and pretended, it was close enough to get by. He couldn't say as much for most of the attempts at meat dishes that he'd run into so far.

"Anything that was vegetarian to start with should be better. Like..." He glanced around the table. "Oh, hey! I wonder if bloomin' onions are still a zillion calories or if they've figured out some way to fix that, too." Either way, he's grabbing a piece.

[sofresh]

"They probably have. What's up with that? A guy should be able to eat all the unhealthy food he wants. I thought the future was supposed to be cool."

He felt totally victimized... you know, as he picked food off another plate, tried it, and did it all over again. It definitely wasn't terrible (though, he was pretty sure he'd notice if it was), and that was good enough for him.

"But hey, it turns out your drink really does glow," he said, gesturing to said drink. "They get points for that, at least."

[headinjuries]

"I wonder how they do it." Sam paused, took a long sip, and then added, "I mean, if it was something back home, it'd probably give you cancer or make your hair fall out or something."

The future was awesome.

And the drink was pretty awesome, too. Kind of citrusy, but not quite, because there was something else in there that he wasn't even sure how to describe the taste of, which probably meant it was from some other planet and he'd be lucky to pronounce it right. Whatever it was, it was good. And, he assumed, responsible for the kind of warm feeling he got from drinking it.

(It would never occur to him that it might be the synthehol's fault, because Sam didn't think he'd ordered anything that had booze in it. Mistakes were made.)