Armed with bourbons and scotches and rums

[onlydisappear]

[Matt's sitting behind the bar, cigarette in one hand, thumbing with the other through a tattered and rather syrupy copy of the Mr. Boston's Bar Guide, which appears to be in the process of turning into something else, if the digressions about the history of ageing barrels as they relate to pirates, and do-it-yourself instructions for a greenhouse

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[downtothefilter]

[Coughing lightly, Mail enters the room, looking around briefly before making his way to the bar. He does a double-take when he sees another version of himself standing back there, flipping through pages in a book; though this one's smoking and got red hair.

Weird.]

Hey.

[onlydisappear]

[Oh, that's just not fair, how tall this version of him is. Matt smiles anyway. Not like it's the guy's fault.]

Hey. You new?

[downtothefilter]

Uh... [How best to answer this one?

A sigh.]

Technically.

[onlydisappear]

Sounds like you need a drink.

[He eyes this weirdly tall Matt, trying to pick a drink that's a good match.]

Beer? A nice red ale, maybe?

[goggleboy03]

Matt still tried not to drink (much), but the habit of visiting bars was a hard one to break. Especailly since in a place like this they were a good place to see people. And as much as he hated to admit it (and it confused him), he was getting a bit lonely while in the mansion. So he entered the bar and took a seat.
"What's it saying?"

[onlydisappear]

Hey!

[Matt gives his alt a grin, and spins the book around to show him. The drink involves Bailey's and heavy cream.]

Wanna be a guinea pig for it?

[goggleboy03]

Matt glanced at the book and chuckled a bit.
"Eh...sure. But only if you promise not to give me any more after that."

[onlydisappear]

Okay, scout's honor, or whatever, heh.

[He starts to mix one up.]

How've you been?

[spazzykira]

*Misa walks in, sees a bar, and smiles a little.*

Wow... I think this is probably the most normal room I've been in since I got here...

[onlydisappear]

Hey, Misa. [Matt waves.]

You want anything?

[spazzykira]

Hey! *Misa grins and walks over*

You're a bartender now? Cool~ And sure! Mmm... do you have something fruity there? Like... a strawberry daiquiri?

[onlydisappear]

Meh, it beats playing games I've got memorized, y'know?

[He ducks down, cigarette held over his head, to hunt among the mixers on the shelf. There it is, strawberry daiquiri. He straightens and displays the bottle triumphantly.] Yep!

How've you been?

[redeemed_m]

[And he's wandering around, again. Hand on the knob, Mello closes his eyes for a fraction of a second, praying this isn't another one of those rooms. But you never know, he tells himself. Maybe that's how it keeps them there. Make you afraid to go into the rooms when one might actually be the way out. Yeah, makes perfect sense.]

Oh.

[He should probably head out. But shit. Liquor.]

[onlydisappear]

[Matt ducks his head, blushing right on cue. The mark Mello left on his neck is fading, but still visible. Be cool, he tells himself.]

Hey. Non-pussy chocotini, yeah?

[redeemed_m]

Surprise me.

[He catches the blush, but chooses to focus on the lines of bottles behind Matt, instead.] Nothin' too bitter.

[onlydisappear]

Pff, you underestimate my skills at matching people to drinks.

[He stubs his cigarette out, deciding, and mixes up a Black Russian with a splash of chocolate liqueur.]

Try this.