My Name is Emilio Estevez

[Reid Chase]

Not knowing the inner workings of a teenager was a blessing to Reid. She would have had to be called in for child abuse had she known what this particular one was thinking.

"Hey good for you little man." She patted his back and ordered a grape soda for the kid as she polished off her second drink for the night. "You know what, just send me the whole bottle thank you sweetness." She winked at the bartender who simply smirked before serving the teenager his drink.

Reid decided to scope out the bar for anyone interesting but most of the patrons looks like they just got off the wrong side of a semi.

"Why do I love this place? You need to tell Matt that he needs to change this place up a little. Drum up another type of clientele." Reid pointed out to the bartender who shook his head as he placed the bottle of Reid's drink in front of her.

She poured it out into her glass before spilling some into the teen's glass. "Oops." She dragged the bottle closer to her so he wouldn't be tempted to have some more.

[Nico Martell]

Little man? Nico raised his brows at that. He was probably taller than she was, albeit a good deal younger if he had any guess (based mostly on the little man comments and what not). At least he got something to drink, even if it was... grape. Nico didn't mind the stuff overmuch, but he'd much rather have a cola if he were picking. Nico took a few sips regardless, again figuring that it would work as well as anything for his plan.

Reid continued, seeming to talk to herself now, or maybe just saying some thoughts aloud. Nico glanced over at her, figuring he should do at least that much. Another type? Nico looked around for a moment before looking back at her. "Doesn't seem like a place that goes for variety," he pointed out. The place was a dive: that had been why he'd even bothered to try the awful fake ID here.

The bottle appeared. The woman used it to pour some alcohol into her glass, a bit spilling over. Nico looked at it for a moment, mixing with his grape juice. Well, what the hell: he took it all in one shot, and soon found himself wincing and raising a closed fist to his mouth. Yeah, that was definitely not a mixed drink that would be going on the menu any time soon. And it burned. Awesome.

[Reid Chase]

"Yeah...apparently not." Reid gave up on her scouting, focusing instead on her drink, enjoying it. She then noticed the kid drinking from his glass and she couldn't help but smirk at the wince.

It wasn't like what she gave him was beer so she was impressed he hadn't fallen off his stool.

"Want some more?"

[Nico Martell]

Whatever Nico had drunk kicked like hell. He could still feel a slight burn in his chest, and he had to give the woman a look of some respect. Considering her size, she should be drinking something a helluva lot lighter than this. This, this should be laying her out flat on her ass, if not flatter. Nico swallowed again.

Then he raised his brows mostly because she was offering him another drink. he glanced at his "grape soda" then looked at her. "Sure," he managed, keeping his voice more or less level. He figured that it was the only shot of his actually getting something alcoholic in him, and it wasn't like he was looking to be wasted anyway. Tipsy, sure, but wasted? Definitely not. Wasted led to stupid, and Nico was doing enough of that at the current time.

[Reid Chase]

The fact that the kid wasn't flat on his ass was also something that impressed Reid. She still had the smirk on her face when the kid confirmed that he wanted another shot. She deliberated for a while before pouring herself more of the brown slosh.

"Maybe when you get your drinking license." She tipped the bottle in his direction before downing her shot. She did spill a little more but that was actually by accident. "And that's it. Don't go bragging about this."

[Nico Martell]

Nico was half tempted to lay himself out flat on his ass. But he wasn't quite that buzzed yet. his head might be a bit foggy, but he'd had worse before. hell, whenever he got hold of some decent pot he got a good deal worse. For now, he watched the woman closely, wondering what had brought on the slight change of idea in her.

Oh, wait, there it was: maybe when he got older. Nico's face went stony again, but it wasn't like he had a whole lot of alternative here. That was part of what frustrated him: she was clearly in charge. Tipping her bottle and... and apparently splashing more liquid. He looked down at the strange liquid mix in his glass, knowing full well that it would taste abysmal, then at the woman who'd sloshed it.

That's it. No bragging. Nico reached up to his mouth and mimed twisting a key. Then he reached for the drink, hesitated only a moment, and knocked it back. It was then that he literally phased straight through the stool and managed to somehow hit his chin on the top of the seat.

Marvelous.

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[Reid Chase]

Reid simply raised her eyebrow in response to his safe locking mimicry. She did almost fall off her stool laughing when she realised what happened next. She wasn't the only one either. People around were already looking.

"Oh shit...kid you okay?" She asked through her laughter. Although she didn't really make any attempts to help him out.

Hey, he wanted to drink. It wasn't her fault that he couldn't handle it.

[Nico Martell]

Nico felt dazed, and he could've sworn that there were literally spots swimming in his vision. He kept blinking, hoping to banish them somehow. He did hear the laughter, and he really couldn't blame her for doing so. hell, if he'd been in her position, even he would be cutting up.

The teenager reached down, pulling back enough to confirm that yes, he had not impaled his junk on the stool. That was always a very real concern for someone like Nico. He just knew that some day he was going to get stopped mid-phase and end up with his genitals pierced in a manner that he certainly wasn't looking forward to in the slightest.

"Everything important's still in place," Nico managed. He wasn't entirely sure he could get back onto the stool without help. Even if he could, he figured that there was nothing wrong with putting it off for a few moments. the view down here wasn't too bad, which Nico had certainly noticed as he'd looked slightly to the left at where his "companion" happened to be sitting.

[Reid Chase]

"Pride's gone though, yeah?" Reid joked before finishing the drink in her glass before topping it up, but not touching it just yet.

She looked at him just as he was looking at her. Rolling her eyes, she grabbe the lapels of his shirt and pulled him up. Reid was deceptively strong for her size, though if she actually managed to set him upright, she wasn't entirely certain.

"Up and at 'em, kid."

[Nico Martell]

"What pride?" Nico offered, again unable to quite keep his tongue rolled up in his mouth. He'd more or less traded in his pride for the ability to walk through stuff at some point. He didn't see any point in lingering on it: wasn't like he was going to have a chance in hell of bedding this woman. So he could care less what she really thought of him. Hell, pity might get him one more drink, though he doubted it after that one.

Hands hit his shirt. Nico scrambled up, moving his legs fairly easily. Between his efforts and hers, he somehow got back on his stool. he adjusted himself for a bit there, straightening. Naturally there was a bartender right there, grinning. Nico looked him right in the eye.

"Coke, please," he offered. He was tempted to go for coffee, but something hot sounded bad. That and he didn't want to know what passed for coffee in a place like this. Coke was Coke, generally speaking.

[Reid Chase]

"Aww," Reid did feel slightly bad for the kid. She shouldn't have given him her usual. It only took her months to get used to the taste before she finally got the buzz she needed from it.

When the kid ordered coke, Reid patted his back. "Good on you. Stick to the stuff you know." She nodded before taking in another glass. The alcohol was finally doing something to her and she was getting a little sleepy.

"You don't happen to want any more do you?" Reid asked with a sly grin.

[Nico Martell]

The aww nearly had Nico rolling his eyes. So what if he hadn't exactly had a lot of time to build up some freakish immunity to whatever it was that this woman ordered at this place? As far as his pride went, that had gone years ago now. When you had an embarrassing power, you pretty well just had to acknowledge that things were not going to go your way and you were just going to have to suck it up and deal.

Right now, that meant ordering a Coke, even if the woman gave him crap for it. Nico took the offered drink, after digging into his pocket and handing over a few crumpled bills to pay for it. The bartender looked nearly as smug as Reid, and Nico was tempted to tell them all to go fuck themselves. Instead he took a sip.

"You still feel like sharing?" Nico asked after Reid presented her question. He set her drink down and looked over at her. He raised a finger to point. "Shouldn't you be putting on the whole 'I don't want to support underaged drinking' act again?" He had to raise his brows at that. Though he did suppose that she could be offering just for kicks and giggles. She did strike him as the sort to find it outrageously funny.

[Reid Chase]

She could have teased the kid a little while longer but she was too busy liking the buzz from her drink to really get into it. His question brought a chuckle and a small pat on his back before she shook her head.

"You're very smart but nope. No more. I don't want to scrape you off the floor by the end of the night. And also, I don't want Matt to ban me from this shithole. Even if it is a shithole."

[Nico Martell]

The patronizing pat came back and Nico gave her another longsuffering look. Really? She was really still trying that crap? Well, he supposed he had earned at least one more, but still, you'd think she would've moved on a bit beyond the whole patronizing thing for the time being.

Turned out he'd been right about the whole drink business as well. Didn't want to scrape him off the floor and didn't want to get banned. That second bit had Nico looking around the dive. He could've sworn that as he looked a bug died on the ceiling, likely of pure disgust. He watched it for a moment before looking back to Reid.

"The place have sentimental value or something?" he asked. Because it was either that, or she banged the owner, or he gave her free drinks for some reason. All of which made a lot more sense than wanting to come here and kill your liver a sip at a time.