[Open RP] St Patrick's Day in the Little Green Apple.

[vislor_turlough]

Okay, so Turlough didn't really CELEBRATE Saint Patrick's Day. But he did read about it, mainly the part where people (mostly Americans) used it as an excuse to drink copious amounts, particularly of beer

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[lady_thujone]

While La Fee Verte was far from Irish, she was certainly green, and thus had a certain fondness for the day. Not to mention the drinking that usually accompanied it. She had a specials board up, and a bowl of deadly-looking green punch with shamrock shaped ice cubes on the bar.

"Hiya handsome," she said to Turlough. "What can I get you?"

[vislor_turlough]

Turlough looked over the specials board. "That Emerald Isle sounds interesting, I think I'll try that."

[lady_thujone]

"Sure thing, sugar." She mixed the potent green cocktail and handed it to him with a smile.

[vislor_turlough]

"Excuse me, could I have one of those as well?" The Chairman had asked as Turlough started sipping at his.

"So how have things been with you?" Turlough asked after the Chairman thanked her and left with his drink.

[sasuke_sarutobi]

Sasuke was still under the effects of the cursed food because it'd look funny for a 12 year old to be boozing it up when he wandered into the Little Green Apple. Pausing near where Kaga was seated, Sasuke took notice of the strange bright green drink, but had no idea of its significance. Kaga was also safe from being pinched for the same reason.

"That looks toxic, Kaga-san," he commented with amusement.

[gourmetchairman]

Kaga laughed. "No, it's just green." He looked up, furrowing his brow at the somewhat familiar person. As if the last time he saw said person, he we only a child, but has grown up.

"Sarutobi-kun?" he ventured a guess.

[sasuke_sarutobi]

While there were a few other Hogwartsians with white hair, Sasuke's golden cat's eyes were fairly unique. No sense pretending to be someone else.

"Yeah," he replied. "I kind of ate something that was... apparently cursed." He looked a bit embarrassed. "Mind if I join you?"

He was a little curious to see how alcohol would affect him now.

[gourmetchairman]

"That does not surprise me, I've felt the effects of cursed food myself." He gestured to indicate that yes, Sasuke can join him. "I regressed to a child."

[arrogantmage]

Lezard Valeth had read about St. Patrick's Day as well. He didn't consider it a holiday worthy of celebration. Driving all the snakes out of a small island kingdom? Hardly an impressive feat. Besides, Lezard's sympathies rested more with the snakes.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to have a drink or two. La Fee Verte's domain appealed to his aesthetic sense (though in his opinion it could do with some randomly placed treasure chests and maybe a lava pit or two), so he enjoyed nipping into the Little Green Apple now and again. There was also an added incentive to resort to alcohol: He needed something to take his mind off certain compulsions left over from his recent experience of being a chinchilla.

To wit: He kept wanting to take a dust bath.

[vislor_turlough]

Turlough gave a lazy glare at Lezard: after a few martinis he was feeling not at his snarkiest.

[arrogantmage]

Lezard noticed the glare, and chose to spin the laziness of it thusly: "Now, now, Groundskeeper. Just because we shared one mindblowing kiss isn't any reason to go making eyes at a student."

[vislor_turlough]

"Please." Turlough took another sip. "Like I'd be interested in you."

[menace2plants]

A Saint's day, become an excuse to engage in drunken and rowdy behavior? Count Crowley in. Even better, the barmaid was, if not exactly a colleague, a sympathetic, er, entity.

And, of course, was able to supply him with properly prepared absinthe, which he sipped as he relaxed, eyeing the small knot of celebrants.

[necrobird]

Karasu wandered into the bar. The demon recognized a few people there, but he didn't greet anyone. Instead he leaned against the wall by an empty table, observing everyone else. For the most part, they were off-guard and wouldn't expect any trouble. Not that Karasu was trying to cause any, no...it was just a interesting observation.

[gourmetchairman]

Having finished his conversation with Sasuke (at some point, or since the mum has no grasp of time, whenever), Kaga had resumed his drinking and observing.

He spied Karasu across the bar and raised his glass in a salute.

[necrobird]

Karasu caught his eye. When Kaga raised his glass Karasu inclined his head, though only slightly. This wasn't a casual hello to the demon; it was another step in an chain of events, due to unfold when the time was right. However, the time was never right when his victims were becoming intoxicated.

[gourmetchairman]

Which didn't matter to Kaga right now, if Karasu didn't wish to talk to him, very well. They can talk later. And do Rule 34 stuff.