Let’s go have some drinks!

[healitwithwater]

Demyx is stumbling and carrying his sitar over his shoulder when he makes his way up to bar today. Too many people have waylayed him with important conversations, it's time to down enough antidotes to kill off a plague. That should take care of the Atlantean and the hangover

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[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle isn't terribly surprised by the vocal performance. After the jungle, the window, and fire-breathing rabbits it seems positively normal.

"I don't think I've ever seen an actual bartender on duty here before. I'll have a whiskey please."

[healitwithwater]

"WHISKEY FOR THE LOVELY LADY IN FRONT!" Demyx declares, playing a few notes from a song to make the whiskey jump and dance into the cup he places in front of her.

[aeons_crackshot]

The whiskey jumping and dancing into the glass gets Demyx an interested look. She was, after all, an entertainer before she was anything else. She understands playing for an audience.

"That's an interesting trick. Is it telekinesis or something else?"

[healitwithwater]

"Naw, elemental control. Water, but this is close enough. The element's in there!" he explains, still idly strumming at fragments of songs on his sitar, fingers not keeping still on the strings.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Surprise me." Xaldin says, quietly, "And I think I understand now. I will say nothing more about your relationship with Axel."

[healitwithwater]

Hey, he makes Xaldin a Genocidal Mouse, then. Putting just a sprinkle of Atlantean in it, enough to give it bite, because otherwise there's not really any point.

"...Huh?" he asks, not quite getting what Xaldin is saying.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I'm not going to try to stop you." Xaldin says, "Or ask you to think about it, or otherwise look down on you."

The Genocidal Mouse With A Keyblade is good. He'll suggest it to Xigbar later.

[healitwithwater]

".......'kay."

Hey, Demyx knows by now to not look a gift horse in the mouth.

He has a few ideas, but he's pretty sure Xaldin won't talk if he asks, so he doesn't bother.

[kingmickeymouse]

The hooded mouse like figure sidles up to the bar and just stares at the drink special and the singing bartender.

[healitwithwater]

This would be Demyx taking one look. SCREAMING LIKE A GIRL, and diving under the bar.

[sliceitwithwind]

"MOUSE!" It's not as girly as Demyx's response, but face it.

It's the same reaction, and he's more or less in the same place (under the bar) now.

[bluespells]

Billy's a few stools down. He nearly drops his rootbeer.

"...oh. my. God."

Because this was all he needed, really.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael gives a sleepy salute to the semi-shout-out, taking a seat at the bar and using a napkin dispenser as a pillow.

Someone's been asleep for... a few days. Yay convalescence. Going much better than it would have, normally (thank you, Axel, Ace and Aubrey).

This not'cat is brought to you by the letter A and the number Eight.

[healitwithwater]

[TOTALLY MILLITIMED BEFORE MICKEY MOUSE]

Demyx is actually content to leave Yrael where he is, busy enough that harassing the cat isn't his #1 priority. In fact, he's feeling so good today, that might even be a small bowl of cream set out nearby the sleepy cat.

[mogget_cat]

"Oh, you rock," Yrael mumbles before giving up his pillow and lapping at the cream.

After the bowl is licked clean and the bartop surrounding the bowl is checked for splashes or missed droplets, he settles down to wash his face and paws.

It helps to wake him up.

"Half-off on explosive-sounding drinks, hmm?" He muses after a while. The not'cat might have one in mind.

[healitwithwater]

"Yeah, but kitty-cats can't have alcohol." Demyx says with a finger-wag in Yrael's direction as he passes by.