Can Any Of Us Even Get Drunk

[mikangirl]

Who: Space Bar staff and special guests
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Space Bar!
When: One fine night after closing

[The Space Bar staff made good use of the ever-replenishing alcohol supply at their last stop, and Nami and Remy got around to discussing the idea of testing various experimental mixes to come up with new additions for the menu.  I mean, add to that Nami hasn't made a decision which one of the applicants should take the main bar job, so clearly the best idea is to shove them all into one place and ply them with alcohol while they talk to each other and work it out after that.

No, it's a good idea.  Shut up.

...okay.  It may just be a good excuse for a party.  Sue her.]



((ooc: this is a mingle!  It's open to job applicants and regulars who hold their liquor and their plus ones.  If you think that might mean you, you're more than welcome here!))

Comments

[dothelokimotion]

[ If only they knew who Loki was. A part of him wanted to play devil's advocate . . . but why sabotage himself? There's no one here who would care. ]

I wonder.

[goldenglasses]

You wonder? Why? Are you the god of something boring then? Like the God of Shoelaces or something?

[He probably shouldn't be possibly insulting a God now should he? He does at least put on the clueless moron act like a pro?]

[dothelokimotion]

The God of Mischief, actually.

[goldenglasses]

Should I be worried about a god of mischief making my drink? I mean, it's not going to suddenly have uh... I don't know have itching powder around the rim or anything?

[dothelokimotion]

You can always say no.

[goldenglasses]

Pfft! No way! And say I passed down the opportunity to get a gift-- ah, or well, a drink from a god? I'm willing to take that chance!

Hit me up barkeep! The house special! Whatever that might be! [Vash. You work here. You should know.] And if there isn't one then make one up!

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki chuckles softly. ]

As you wish, sir.

[ And Loki serves him a cocktail that is, well, steaming ]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash gives that drink a look. His main drink of choice being straight whiskey so more fancy drinks are a bit of a novelty for him.] Is it suppose to do that? That is something a mortal can drink, right?

[dothelokimotion]

I doubt you're an ordinary mortal.

But it should suffice.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash can't help himself as he raises an eyebrow.] Why do you think I'm no ordinary mortal? [It could be because he called himself a monster earlier.

Asked as he takes that glass up and sniffs at that drink. Smells like alcohol.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki shrugs. ]

Call it a hunch.

[goldenglasses]

Oh yeah? A hunch or a god power? [That's a thing, right?] Either way, bottoms up! [He tips the drink back. Surely this guy won't kill him in a crowded bar, right?] Oh! Not bad!

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki bows slightly. ]

You're welcome.

[goldenglasses]

Thanks, but you also didn't answer my question.

[dothelokimotion]

I'm perceptive. It's not a power as much as it is a skill.

[goldenglasses]

Alright. Then if I'm not mortal, what do you think I am? [Color him curious.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki pauses, giving Vash his full attention. ]

Something far older and used to playing a fool to hide it.

[goldenglasses]

Ha! Shows what you know! I don't play a fool! I am a fool! [Spoken with nothing but pride.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Dryly. ]

I'm not sure that is a statement to be belted out with such joy.

[goldenglasses]

I don't see why not! Fools have more fun, don't they?

[dothelokimotion]

Only because they cannot see the forest for the trees.

[goldenglasses]

But if you're surrounded by trees how can you miss the forest? [He actually gets what Loki means, but now he's having fun.]

[dothelokimotion]

I refuse to explain it.

[goldenglasses]

Okay, then want to explain why you think I'm old? DO I HAVE WRINKLES!? [He pats at his faces as if he can feel and check for them.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki blinks. ]

Age isn't measured by wrinkles.