[Location:Three blocks from the mansion] Now is not the time for liberal thought

[damngoodwriter]

Since her arrival, Joanna made sure to stay below the radar. It was weird enough that she had some crazy power to make men do things just by looking them in the eye, but to add on the fact that she was in some strange flying city? It was getting to be a bit much. Luckily for her, Kat had arrived around the same time and the pair had rejoiced at the

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[devotedmylife]

It was a bit strange, but that seemed to be nothing short of El Dorado's credo. James looked up at the 'Greasy Stool' bar sign, slowly lifting an eyebrow in response to it. For someone who had always trained himself to expect the unexpected, he was getting more than his fair share of surprises lately.

"What the hell." He muttered to himself. A visit with Helen would have to wait a little while longer. James entered the bar, his eyes scanning and cataloging as he stood there, ignoring the sound of the door closing behind him.

And then he hit on the young woman standing behind the bar, looking considerably distressed. "I'm not quite sure alcohol will fix whatever your troubles are, my dear." But that was just a theory, she could do her best to prove him wrong if she felt she had to.

[damngoodwriter]

Joanna looked up at the sound of another person addressing her. "Oh, but I think it will. These...gods or whatever, they bring this bar from home? To...taunt me or something."

A heavy sigh caused her shoulders to slump. "Oh, yeah, I need a drink." She moved to grab a glass, and grabbed a few things to make a Smoldering Businessman.

She may have named that creation after dealing with Darryl. She poured the chocolate liqueur into the glass, as well as a heavy splash of expensive vodka, and she added a pinch of cinnamon schnapps. She glanced up from her brewing the concoction. "Can I get you anything?" It's like she'd never left.

[devotedmylife]

"I genuinely couldn't say." James found himself forced to admit, and nearly made a face over the statement. He stopped himself, though. Barely. "It could be a recreation simply from your own head." They were gods, he found it doubtful it'd be above them under the circumstances.

"Yes, please. Scotch, if anything present back there is of any sort of quality." He took a seat at the bar, sighing a bit. "Dr. James Watson, by the way."

[damngoodwriter]

"If the gods are digging around in my head, picking stuff out to bring here, I'm not looking forward to finding out what else they think will be funny to bring," Joanna huffed, frowning a little.

At his request, she nodded, turning back to the bottles that lined the wall behind her. Half humming, half talking to herself, she scanned the bottles, looking for a fancy-looking bottle that had 'scotch' on it. "Ah-ha!" Wrapping her fingers around the neck of the bottle, she pulled it from the shelf. "How's a...Lagavulin sound?" Joanna turned, pouring it into the proper glass. She slid it across the counter to him, giving him a small smile.

"Joanna Frankel. Nice to meet you."

[Location: Greasy Stool.]

[suckit_list]

The Eastwick bar popping up in El Dorado was something that Kat couldn't miss if she wanted to. She had walked past the empty space where she assumed a building was going to go up on her way to the hospital to put in an application, but on her way home, The Greasy Stool was full-formed and apparently open for business. She immediately took out her phone to text Joanna with a quick "You're not going to believe this...", before rushing into the bar to discover that she was already there.

"...Forget what I just sent you," she sighed, walking over to sit up on the stool that was closest to Joanna. "Did I miss the memo about places from home being taken as easily as people, or was it that important for us to have a dive to commiserate in?"

[Location: Greasy Stool.]

[damngoodwriter]

Joanna's phone buzzed in her pocket and as she downed the last of her third Smoldering Businessman, she lifted it to check the screen. The door opened and Joanna set the glass back down. "Too late. And I'm not going to believe this," she said, looking around the bar.

"It even smells the same," Joanna sighed, making a face. "I think they wanted us to get drunk."

And after a brief moment of contemplation: "And to torture me."

[Location: Greasy Stool.]

[suckit_list]

"For what it's worth, the first part of their evil plan isn't nearly as bad as the second." Kat badly wanted a drink now. If the Greasy Stool could be transported to El Dorado, what was next? The Candle Company? And how long until Ray showed up with it to order around the wick-makers?

"At least you have a job, I had to go apply for mine," shrugged, staring around the room for a long moment. Joanna was right, it was exactly the same. "If this wasn't so familiar, it'd be freakier than I can put into words right now."

[Location: Greasy Stool.]

[damngoodwriter]

"It is when you think about the morning after. Unless the gods stop us from having hangovers," Joanna mused, tilting her head to the side. It was something to test, at least. Drinking yourself stupid then seeing if you had a hangover the next day sounded fun and really stupid.

"Hey, I didn't say I was going to work here!" Joanna insisted, pointing at the redhead. "I'm a journalist! I can have whatever job I want," As she spoke, she went about making Kat a cosmo. She set it down in front of her friend then sighed, looking down at the glass. "At least I know what I'm doing."