drown your sorrows in a bar that won't drown you.

[sylphystia]

Who: Everyone's welcome!
Broadcast: No
Action: Málum, Crowley's bar on the Iskaulit
When: The latter half of March, until they leave the system.

[Though there are 'dry bars' down on the water planet, Crowley's bar is still open. Even the apocalypse couldn't close this thing. Whether you're angsting over something you got from home or you just DON'T TRUST THE OCEAN, there is a leather seat at Málum waiting for you.]

Comments

[expellerhead]

[......okay he was expecting a salad, not like, whatever this is.

looks like there's no bartender, and this late at night there aren't really any servers so aizawa sighs deeply, picks up his plate and y'know what, heads to the kitchen himself. pushes his way in holding the plate.]

Hey, look, this is really artistic and the...turtle chia-pet bowl is a nice touch, but I'd like more of this only all at once. Can I get five of these on just one plate-like thing?

[sylphystia]

[Dezel whirls around as some loser shoves his way into his territory. Oh, he heard that, but...]

Employees only. Get out.

[He reaches out to place a hand on Aizawa's chest and push him back while his other hand grabs the plate. He doesn't care if Aizawa can or can't hear him. That should be enough to deter him from trespassing further-- he's not being violent, not yet.]

[expellerhead]

[whAT THE FUCK IS PUSHING HIM

aizawa drops that plate and it floats, but he slaps away whatever's against his chest, leaning back with his hands up and ready to block or punch. WHO IS THAT. WHO'S THERE. he's got his eyes on but it's not like he knows what to look at.]