Drink Count: 10 | Guilty Conscience

[eyesofaserpent]

A. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[Okay, so maybe he feels guilty for that whole trying to eat you thing last week. Crowley gets up early to make a Full English [breakfast] for April and Kyon. How he got his hands on black pudding is anybody's guess, but there it is. He serves up breakfast for three, seemingly pleased with the outcome.]


B. [Action: Olney's Tavern]

[Being bored is a bad thing for a demon with access to countless liters of alcohol. He's managed to get all the drones in the bar intoxicated enough to loosen up. Bar games are afoot! Crowley overseeing a freshly minted beer pong table and it's virgin game, making sure the drones are playing the game right. He's also managed to get a raucous game of Asshole started at the table near the middle of the bar.]

Comments

[slave_of_suzumiya]

[Kyon comes out this morning, to find... a full English breakfast waiting? That's a surprise. Normally he doesn't have that much for breakfast.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Morning. Hope you're hungry.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Sure, I guess.

(Where should I even start with all this?)

[eyesofaserpent]

Of course you are. You're a kid still. Growing and all that. [He waves his hand dismissively.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

So, what made you decide to make such a big meal this morning?

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

[When April walked down the stairs, she did not except to see all that food. So, she's just gonna blink at the breakfast and then at Crowley in surprise.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Er... Morning. I hope you're hungry.

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

[She smiles and nods.] Morning and yeah, I am! Though... why did you make all this?

[eyesofaserpent]

Er... It's a bit of an apology... For last week...

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

Oh, that... [She frowns a bit at remembering that, but she shakes off and there's a small smile back on her face again.] Aha, don't worry about it, at least that whole thing is over now.

B!

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Loki walks into the bar and sits himself down in front of Crowley, hands folded in front of him.]

Why didn't you tell me there was a party in here?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He arches a brow and starts mixing a drink for Loki immediately.]

What party? I just got a bunch of drones piss drunk and introduced them to some games.

[He pours a violently green drink into a martini glass and slides it over.]

Here you go. An appletini.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Loki picks the drink up and eyes it.]

What's "teeny" about it?

[eyesofaserpent]

It's from Martini, which is the drink this is based on. But since this uses apple schnapps... You get the idea.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[He laughs. Okay, that's a fair enough reason. He'll always think of it as the teeny apple drink, though.

Loki throws back a gulp of it.

Hm.]

Doesn't taste like any apples I've ever had. 'S good, though.

B, sorry for late tag! It's LJ's fault not mine :T

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo opens the tavern door to find this spectacle occuring. Huh?]

What the hell is going on?

Never too late!

[eyesofaserpent]

I'm bored. So I manage to get these gits pretty drunk.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

They're drones. Holy shit. Who knew they'd let loose?

[eyesofaserpent]

Enough liquor and anything can happen.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

But with drones? I didn't know they'd get roudy.

[Theo takes one of the last remaining barstools and sits out of the way of the games for now, strangely amused by the whole scene.]

Tavern Times

[bye_to_yer_head]

*When Sniper arrives in the bar, he slides into a seat near the corner of the counter where he can keep an eye on both the exit and the rest of the patrons. It pays to be prepared.*

Evenin'. See you got a party started.

[eyesofaserpent]

Or, more rather, I'm bored as all get out.

We don't have Guinness or Fosters or whatever you blokes drink Down Under. Just American swill. So what can I get for you. A surprise, or...?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Surprise me I guess. To be honest I don't know if I've ever had an American beeer. That bad is it?

[eyesofaserpent]

Tastes like piss. Looks like piss. Might as well be piss.

[He starts mixing something together in an ice filled shaker. In goes vodka, tequila, gin, white rum, blue curacao, a splash of simple syrup, and lemon juice. He shakes it and then strains it into a tall glass with ice and tops it with t-Up. He slides the glass over.]

Bottom's up.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*The thing comes out an unhealthy bluish green color and he eyes it suspiciously.*

Yeah I'll pass on drinkin' anything that looks like piss.

*He gets enough jokes about the Jarate. Well this bluish thing certainly doesn't look like piss. And hey, it's blue. Bottoms up indeed.*