cold noses and free Mimosas

[sweets_soldier]

[Mihael's been sorta lonely, so he's finally wandered out of the room he's chosen on the second floor to a bar on the fifth. It's a fairly large bar, relatively empty when he walks in; immediately, though never really one to drink, the soldier makes his way across the expansive room, walking right behind the bar and starting to dig through the

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[chilichoc]

*Mel looks happier than she has in a while, and she gives Mihael a cheery wave as she comes in.*

Playing bartender on purpose, or did the mansion get you stuck there?

[sweets_soldier]

Melushka! [Mihael grins, scooping some ice into a cup and walking back over to the bar.] You look good today! [He means 'like she feels good.']

I assume I am here of my own accord. [Wily, pervy smirk!] Come to ask me on a date, did you?

[chilichoc]

*Mel shakes her head, feeling a little bad, but it's not like she ever unduly encouraged him in his flirting.*

I have a date. With Mail... he came back.

[sweets_soldier]

[Instead of being upset by this news, Mihael just grins brightly.] That is wonderful news, lastochka! Ahem, I mean, Melushka. [He winks in apology, still smiling.]

So this explains the happy, da? The return of your moy muzhchina? [Leaning against the counter, Mihael just smirks at her; he knows that Mel was fairly serious with her Mail, though he's also quite sure she won't understand the gravity of the term he's chosen to use.]

[cliched_case]

*Hearing voices, L poked his head through the doorway, a finger curiously to his lip, and spied two Mello's he'd never seen before--one appeared to be female. ...And were they flirting with each other? That had to be breaking some sort of incestuous law, he thought absently to himself. Slowly, he made his way into the room, cautious of the effects he'd heard about but had not yet experienced.*

[sweets_soldier]

Well, hullo, there! [Mihael grins broadly at L as the other man enters the bar, and the soldier is just starting to pour the ice chips into the blender. Now, to find the tequila...]

Would you care for a marguerita? A book I found in my room says that they are quite good.

[cliched_case]

*He eyed the male Mello as he approached the counter. Already, he could tell this one was very different from the one he'd met before.*

I'm sure they are. But I prefer not to drink. Would you happen to have anything non-alcoholic? Coffee, tea...hot chocolate, perhaps?

[sweets_soldier]

I am not entirely sure, I am afraid. [He starts to dig beneath the counter anyway, looking for anything that might be drinkable without alcohol. Opening a mini-fridge beneath the counter, he lets out a small aha! when he finds a chilled carton of orange juice - presumably for screwdrivers and the like.

Climbing back to his feet, he grabs a glass and opens up the carton, pouring some for the newcomer.]

Here you are- eh... [Mihael gives him a curious look.] I am sorry; what is your name?

[spazzykira]

*Misa sees an open door, and walks in to... another bar. She walks up to the bar itself and grins, looking over the drinks there.*

Being legal really does have it's... advantages~

[sweets_soldier]

You think so too, da?

[Mihael isn't entirely sure what she means by "being legal"; he wonders briefly how one would be illegal, but decides against pursuing that topic. Instead, he just dumps some ice into the blender and pours in some of the mix he found with a few generous shots of tequila. Capping the blender, he flips it on.]

Anything you would like?

[spazzykira]

Haha, yep! Hmm... what do we have... I don't know, just give me something fruity and flavorful, but still... strong~

[sweets_soldier]

Fruity...? [Mihael's a bit puzzled for a moment. His mind races, going over what she'd said... fruity... but still strong...

Grinning widely, Mihael disappears behind the bar, clattering and digging through the supplies and glasses and bottles of alcohol beneath the counter. Finally, he finds what he's looking for and reappears up top, slamming the surprisingly large glass bottle down on the counter.]

Vodka! [Pleased grin.]