A Guy's Night Out [Sam]

It was probably for the better that Sam had not been let loose on the town for that first little while anyway. For the better part of the last two decades his life had been nothing but scrapping and fighting just to stay live, and little more. And the first few weeks had been a weird period of trying to adapt to a world where he didn't have to stab or shoot people to get the most basic things. Here food was easily obtained, he turned on the water and it was immediately hot, he could sleep in without fear of being killed. And the internet, he'd forgotten how great that was. Still though...some of those defensive behaviors remained...probably always would. Couldn't shake off two decades of everything he'd been through so easily.

He wasn't sure what he thought about this place yet either, a lot of people, a lot of noise and chaos, music, crush of people. But Jamie had been pretty insistent he deserved to get out and have himself some fun after all that time...and honestly... a few days to just enjoy himself and not feel like he had to hold the whole fucking world together...yeah, he could use that.

He got out of the cab after Jamie, looking around and running a hand over his freshly cut and groomed hair. He was more respectable and together looking than Jamie had ever seen the man, looking almost normal.

"Alright, lead the way, Kid."

Jamison couldn't remember if there was ever a time that he'd ever seen Sam looking clean cut and presentable like he did now, he definitely cut a stark contrast to the man as he'd last seen him, even more so when standing next to the younger man who still, for all intents and purposes, looked like he'd just crawled out of the Outback.

He grinned when Sam stepped up beside him, taking his hand and tugging him along, "a'ight well I ain't been here yet either!" He smirked back at him, "but I've heard this place gets pretty crazy!" He snickered softly, "so where better fer two crazy assholes like us t'get shit faced, eh?!" It was nice to have a friend that he could drink with, Lucio wasn't into that nearly as much, and he felt guilty getting cat piss wasted around him.

He put a hand on his cheek and laughed, "there's like a million fuckin bars'ere...So I guess it's whichever catches our eye first, eh?" He said this as he was dragging the man inside of the nearest set of doors, figuring here was as good a place as any to start their little adventure.

Sam laughed. "Doesn't look like there's any shortage of the stuff around here."

He let himself be dragged into the nearest place, a corner place with booming pop music and flashing colored lights that bounced across a tiny, crowded dance floor and oversized, slushy alcoholic drinks being handed out across the bar to the crowd gathered there.

"Okay yeah. Two of those things." Sam made eye contact with the bar tender and pointed to the thing that most people seemed to be drinking He handed over some bills and took the two drinks, handing one over to Jamie before drinking some of his.

"Aww shit, this is some dangerous stuff...only used to booze that tastes like shit, this tastes like candy or some shit." He sounded amused, quick to take another drink. Well, if he'd wanted to get himself trashed, this seemed like a pretty quick and easy way to do it.

Jamison nodded, "if wit I heard'a Bourbon Street is right...Well we ain't gonna be walkin' straight fer long!" He had to raise his voice to be heard over the loud voices and music of the place, normally a situation like this would put him on edge, but with everyone around here as crazy and happy as he was, it was hard to feel anything short of electric in this environment.

It was almost outlandish being handed anything alcoholic by Sam, the last time he'd ever been in a situation like this, he'd been 15 and Sam had been taking it away from him, his snickered at the memory as he eagerly sucked down the drink, "Ha! 'Member when yew used t'tell me I wasn't allowed t'get shit faced till I was yer age?" He imagined this was mostly because he'd been an unstable explosives obsessed kid, even then. Though not much had changed on that front, "yeh mate, they know how t'make it good over here, eh?" He laughed, "an' creative too!" He'd seen more colored and unique concoctions here than anywhere else, it was a booze lover's wonderland.

Sam grinned as he swallowed more, already starting to feel the beginnings of a pleasant tingling buzz in the back of his skull.

"Well yeah!" he had to all but shout to be heard as well. "Back there getting shit faced was a good way to get yourself robbed and killed." he looked around with an amused expression. "Though...don't know if this place is really all that different." His grin showed he didn't entirely mean it though, and not that he had much on him worth stealing anyway. Sure, he'd be careful, he always was...but this place was already growing on him. This was the sort of place that would be easy to just lose yourself for a little while, not have to be anyone or do anything...just exist and enjoy yourself. And he fully intended to.

"Fuckin' rainbow booze." he laughed. "What'll they come up with next..." he peered into his cup for a moment. "Looks like we're startin' off with...blue." His eyes flickered around, taking in the crowds around them, curious for who else might be interesting around them...get a few drinks in him and he'd probably be out there dancing and who knew what else before the night was out...not that Jamie had ever seen that side of him.

Jamison laughed and shook his head, "well I can't promise that ain't th'case here, mate! But at least it's less likely eh?!" Not to mention the cops he'd seem prowling up and down the stretch meant people were less likely to try anything too drastic, just as much comforting as it was concerning, given the potential outcome of this outing.

He chuckled and glanced over at him, "yeh yew drink t'ferget out there...Here yeh do it jus' because it tastes good!" He snickered as he downed more of his drink, "I seen somethin' once that was like...they poured the shit out in cups an' it was changin' colors! Magic bullshit!" He laughed at the thought, clearly beginning to feel the giddy buzz, it was hard not to after slamming down a drink as big as these were.

An hour or two and far too many drinks later the pair were still working their way down the long line of clubs and bars that filled the street.

Sam was still more or less walking in a straight line, but he was more drunk and more loose feeling than Jamie had ever seen the serious, uptight, disciplined man acting. He was currently leaning against the bar at the place they were currently stopped, arms each wrapped around the shoulders of young, overly made-up, under dressed young women, a beer in one of his hands, and yet another styrofoam cup of slushy drink in the other, shirt partially open and a bunch of colored beads around his neck. His hair was mussed up, his eyes squinted a little as he tried to focus, and a wide grin on his face.

"Jamie!" he called, gesturing with the bottle of beer. "Come...have another drink and meet my friends here! This...this is great, we should do this more!"

Jamison had never seen Sam acting this way, he was used to the man who was always severe, always serious and no-nonsense, but as the night stretched on at the two men filled their guts with more alcohol, he'd noticed Sam loosening up considerably.

Jamison snickered at the sight as he half stumbled over to the bar, leaning against it, "yew gotta lotta friends...." Or maybe there was just two, he really couldn't tell which were people and which were double vision anymore.

He chuckled as he leaned heavily against the bartop, looking at the man with a grin on his face that suggested that he had something else in mind, "yew knoooow...We could stay'ere...Or we could go liven up th'streeets'a bit?" He put an arm around Sam's neck to pull him closer, snickering softly, "I got some ideas..." He tapped the side of his head, or tried, instead he poked more into his eyeball, "Ow! Lissen...yew wanna hear wot I gots cookin'?"

"I fuckin' like this place." Sam grinned at Jamie, then at the ladies with him. "Lotsa friends here..."

He blinked a little as he turned his head to face Jamie, focusing on his face near him as he tilted back the bottle of beer and drained the last of it. Then he leaned closer, as though feeling like the two were going to share some kind of secret. When Jamie poked himself in the eye he stifled a laugh, then a moment later just let it out, it wasn't even that funny, yet in that moment it was. "You keep...your ideas...in your fuckin' eye?" He snorted in amusement.

"Okay, okay...what's'yer idea?" he asked, half lowering his voice, although he couldn't lower it too far with the din going on around them.

Jamison rubbed at his eye, laughing ridiculously at his own stupidity, "yeh all me best ideas come from there...Er maybe it's me'ead...Who knows..." He hung his weight against the man as he pulled him closer and produced a rather non-descript looking object from the pouch on his hip, "it's such a good night I thought maaaybe we could celebrate with some fireworks?" He snickered and put one in Sam's hand, "I made 'em myself...Dunno wot they do yet...That's th'fun part!" If there was one habit that hadn't died with the more domestic lifestyle he was living now, it was an obsession for explosives, he simply didn't get to play with them as much anymore.

After explaining his idea, he pulled back to empty the drink he'd been working on, not even fully sure how many he'd had at this point, "wot d'ye saay? Wanna go try 'em out?!" He grinned wide, with a look in his eyes that just begged to be bad.