Bartending!

[fallen_moriel]

*conjures up a bar somehow, because he's Moriel*

*is followed by Fleur Delacour, who seems to be enjoying this too much*

Okay, guys, listen up. We're opening a bar.

So! What'll you have? If you like, I'll match a drink to your personality, guaranteed to work.

Comments

[bfofchrist]

...whoa? A bar? This place is awesome.

[fallen_moriel]

And yes, I will even serve apostles. *tips his hat* I'm having a nice day.

We thought it'd been a while since there was a bar proper.

[bfofchrist]

Excellent. Much abliged, and all that crap. Hit me up. *grin*

[fallen_moriel]

Apostle Biff, the drink matching your personality ...

*mixes it up and hands it to him*

It's called a Godchild.

[freyborg_fenix]

*slides onto a stool* How marvelous! And yet faintly disturbing, somehow.

Match me up, Mr. Moriel, if you'd be so kind.

[fallen_moriel]

Gotta be careful with this one.

*very, very cautiously hands him a Flaming Dragon*

[freyborg_fenix]

*blinks* .....that's quite a.... well! ....that's my personality in a shot glass, is it? I'll consider it a compliment. Here goes -- *gulps it down, eyes watering almost instantly* .....!

[fallen_moriel]

Ain't called a flaming dragon for nothing, my friend.

[mots_du_chat]

Ah, alcohol - one of humanity's constants, quite possibly the only absolute (or Absolut) we've invented. Whatever else fails, whatever other mocking twist fate holds, whatever misroll of the dice Lady Luck has in store, one can always rely on alcohol to get one pleasantly oblivious to it all. The Greeks recognized the power of wine - any culture that has a god for drunken debaucheries is all right by me - but later societies seem to be not quite so forebearing. Are we to follow their example, or the Greeks? I'd say the latter - live for today, and when the consequences arrive, you'll be too hungover to care much.

In other words, and to steal shamelessly from a wholly anachronistic source -- Hand me the wine and the dice, monsieur, I want my carnival now, while I have thirst and lust for living.

Typist: ...aaaaand scene. Got anything called a "Chatterbox"?

[fallen_moriel]

Typist: Weeeelll, not quite, I couldn't find one, but this is just fantastic Moriel humor here --

Well, there's this.

*slides him a shotglass*

Call it an Up All Night, which is what I'm gonna be if you keep talking.

[mots_du_chat]

....*laughs* Merci, monsieur, merci. Your sense of humour is - sophmoric, to say the least, but then, that's just the sort I seem to appreciate most. *nods his quickly, taking the shotglass* And again, thank you. *tosses it back* ....! Bien. Quite a drink.

[mad_leprechaun]

*sits down and rolls a cigarette*

I'm here and I've a thirst on me like a fish in the desert. Do your fucken worst, man. *mad grin*

[fallen_moriel]

*slides him a Blood of Satan*

Not quite my worst, but one of my most diabolical.

[mad_leprechaun]

*downs shot, leans back and lights up*

Shit, that poison'll put a body in his grave for good. Hit me with another, I feel a wild night is ahead of me.

[sane_bombardier]

Drink is always a good idea.

"Let's see what you can do."

He hopes that it won't have soap in it :)

[fallen_moriel]

For you, sir? No problemo.

*whips up a drink and passes it down*

Sex with the Captain, specially made.

[sane_bombardier]

The name actually manages to make him smile. He takes a sip. It's nice. Rum and juice was a favorite of his anyway.

"Thanks."

[fallen_moriel]

Eh, it's an art.

Maybe I should mix one up for DeQuincy, too.

*please don't hurt him, he'll hurt you back and it'll be a million times worse like that*