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Characters: Euterpe (museicalme), Pan (longflute), and bonus Lancelot (drinksalot)
Date/Time: Sunday evening
Location: Drinksalot pub
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Alcohol, underage drinking, possible dancing on a bar top
Summary: Euterpe and Pan are finally having their drinking contest, Lancelot gets to judge.
It had to happen at some point; weeks and weeks of teasing and flirting and otherwise just having innocent fun online, Pan had finally reminded Euterpe that they had a beer date that had been postponed. Typical of Pan, he's at the door of the chosen bar -- a bar he knows the owner of and that will serve alcohol to a minor with a passable fake ID -- wearing a white button down with the sleeves rolled up, a jacket over it, and a pair of dark jeans. He's talking to one of the waitresses from inside, who's only now getting out of her afternoon shift.
It was all a matter of when and where; while she was still up for the beer date Euterpe had no idea if Pan had been serious about it or not so when he reminded her she cleared her schedule. All things considered that wasn't exactly difficult since she hadn't heard from Agravaine since he hinted that she was immature, so the time out with Pan would be a good pick-me-up. Letting Pan pick the bar - aware that he knew she was underage with a fake ID - she made sure to dress cutely. Her knee-length purple and grey striped dress, black cowboy boots, and denim jacket seemed suitable for kicking some satyr ass. Smiling as she approached, she hummed softly as she nudged Pan to let him know she had arrived.
Bump. Pan blinked and glanced over his shoulder, flashing Terpe a grin. "Hey." He lifted a hand for a 'one sec' before he said his farewells to the girl he was talking to, and then turned around to smirk at the muse. "Face to face at last. How's the hedgehog?" He leaned back and pushed the door to the bar open for her to go inside.
Laughing softly at the grin from Pan, she glanced up to see the name of the place he had invited her to. Something about it seemed familiar, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe she'd heard of it through the network, she knew Dionysus had a bar but didn't think he's name his place something like 'Drinksalot' but regardless she appreciated the humor in the title. She bet Vaine wouldn't, but he wasn't exactly the joking type. Focusing back on Pan and that adorable smirk, she pushed her hair behind her ear flirtatiously. "Face to face indeed. Superchips is good, but you need to help me find blue dye for her. After I kick your ass, of course." She stepped inside, looking around as she waited for him. "So, where should we sit?"
Date/Time: Sunday evening
Location: Drinksalot pub
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Alcohol, underage drinking, possible dancing on a bar top
Summary: Euterpe and Pan are finally having their drinking contest, Lancelot gets to judge.
It had to happen at some point; weeks and weeks of teasing and flirting and otherwise just having innocent fun online, Pan had finally reminded Euterpe that they had a beer date that had been postponed. Typical of Pan, he's at the door of the chosen bar -- a bar he knows the owner of and that will serve alcohol to a minor with a passable fake ID -- wearing a white button down with the sleeves rolled up, a jacket over it, and a pair of dark jeans. He's talking to one of the waitresses from inside, who's only now getting out of her afternoon shift.
It was all a matter of when and where; while she was still up for the beer date Euterpe had no idea if Pan had been serious about it or not so when he reminded her she cleared her schedule. All things considered that wasn't exactly difficult since she hadn't heard from Agravaine since he hinted that she was immature, so the time out with Pan would be a good pick-me-up. Letting Pan pick the bar - aware that he knew she was underage with a fake ID - she made sure to dress cutely. Her knee-length purple and grey striped dress, black cowboy boots, and denim jacket seemed suitable for kicking some satyr ass. Smiling as she approached, she hummed softly as she nudged Pan to let him know she had arrived.
Bump. Pan blinked and glanced over his shoulder, flashing Terpe a grin. "Hey." He lifted a hand for a 'one sec' before he said his farewells to the girl he was talking to, and then turned around to smirk at the muse. "Face to face at last. How's the hedgehog?" He leaned back and pushed the door to the bar open for her to go inside.
Laughing softly at the grin from Pan, she glanced up to see the name of the place he had invited her to. Something about it seemed familiar, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe she'd heard of it through the network, she knew Dionysus had a bar but didn't think he's name his place something like 'Drinksalot' but regardless she appreciated the humor in the title. She bet Vaine wouldn't, but he wasn't exactly the joking type. Focusing back on Pan and that adorable smirk, she pushed her hair behind her ear flirtatiously. "Face to face indeed. Superchips is good, but you need to help me find blue dye for her. After I kick your ass, of course." She stepped inside, looking around as she waited for him. "So, where should we sit?"