Celebrating Life [Main Plot Event]

[rot_and_rebel]

Characters: Everyone who's anyone!
Setting: Friday February 13th 10am-10pm (or until zombies start attacking the walls)
Summary: Party-type events, mingling of characters!
Rating: Don't think this'll be necessary, but I'll keep an eye on peoples' threads? :)
Style: Prose or Action Log
Notes: Comments are of places/activities, join in and have fun

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Drinks and Food

[rot_and_rebel]

[There are lots of good things to eat here in front of the town's only Tavern. Be they homemade or pre-packaged, there's almost anything under the sun though they're probably not brands that anyone who's new here recognizes, even if they're from a version of Earth.

In terms of booze the tap is running freely, managed by good ol' Ruddy Sam from The Old Gray. Speaking of which, there's lots of meat available today - all properly blessed and magicked to not turn into a deadly zombie in your stomach!]

Handing out Booze...anyone need a martini?

[theyreinmydna]

[Desmond is here of course - he offered to help Ruddy Sam when the man was mentioning his essential part in the festivities. He'll make you a drink or just say 'hi' to anyone he's met on the network before or in town.

He's also got his eyes out and maybe a hint of Eagle Vision out for a particular woman who promised she'd show up and prove to him once and for all that she 'knows how to have a good time'.

No Bit, you can't have any booze, you're not old enough yet. :|]

[assassininheels]

[She leans against the bar and gives a small teasing smile at Desmond]

It's nice to finally see you do some work, Desmond. Anything you want to recommand me?

[theyreinmydna]

Hey! I work! Just because I'm laying down all day...

[He frowns, but quickly smiles again. He's utterly at home behind the bar. Even Lucy's teasing can't keep him down.]

Starting light? Or are you going right for the hard stuff?

[There may be just the faintest hint of suggestion to his tone that Lucy should start with something less powerful. Or is he kidding? Impossible to tell.]

[assassininheels]

Mmm, yes, laying down all day is really, truly hard Desmond. [While her tone is slightly mocking, it's easy to see that she's simply teasing him]

Are you saying I can't handle my liquor? Because I think we can have a long debate on that...[Is that a little bit of resentment in her voice? It may very be. She still hasn't forgive you for passing out in the middle of make-out time, novice.]

Fine, make me something light? [The festival is young after all.]

[theyreinmydna]

Great. Feel free to take a turn then. I'll warn you now it's a lot less fun than it looks.

[He grins at both her assessment of his daily efforts and her annoyance with his suggestion.]

Night's still young.

[He comments genially before going about whipping something up. The silvery drink shaker is involved, ice, as well as parts of vodka, tequila, rum, and gin, triple sec and a splash of whatever serves as this world's cola. Desmond shakes the drink once, deliberately, then turns around, pouring it into a glass. He turns back and places it on the counter before Lucy. He grins then turns to another 'customer'.]

Just a sec.

[He begins work on another drink, giving Lucy a chance to try hers. There's...something different about this Long Island Iced Tea though - an elegant rose lays poised, it's stem balanced on two edges of the rim. Desmond comes back to the other Assassin after a moment, clearing his throat awkwardly.]

I...swear, that's how Sam says to make them here...he told me to save the roses only for the really

[assassininheels]

True. I suppose we'll see how has more stamina in the long run.

[Lucy watches him shake her a drink and as he puts it in front of her, she looks down at before promptly raising both eyebrows in surprise. Before she can call him out on his little stunt, Desmond is serving another customer. The blond raises her glass, picking up the rose to smell it. It seems forever and more since she's smelled one and even longer since she's been given flowers. The attention flatters her much and when the novice turns around, her cheeks might have color lightly. She gives him a credulous look as she sips some of the dark colored liquid in her glass.]

Huh huh. [She knows how much of a terrible liar Desmond is, but it's still amusing to see him try to. Her blue eyes move to look at the rose in her hand before she takes another sip]

It's sweet. [Whether she's talking about her drink or the rose is up to the bartender to figure out.]

You're not drinking anything?

[theyreinmydna]

[Desmond tries hard to keep his expression neutral at her less-than-satisfactory reaction to the flower. The disappointment can't be completely kept out of his eyes, however.

At her question he grins and picks up a drink from under the bar. It's clear and full of ice, but it's scent is strong even from here.]

This isn't water.

[assassininheels]

[The disappointment in his eyes is not lost on Lucy and the blond decides to relent a little. She can't stay mad at him forever after all. She smiles a bit more warmly]

I like it, Desmond. [A pause] And the drink too.

[Leaning in, she smells his glass before making a bit of a face there]

...It smells like it's going to make you blind. Are you sure that's even safe alcohol?

[theyreinmydna]

[The relieved and happy light in his eyes is hopefully worth that little extra honesty. He nods, smiling, obviously appreciating her gratitude.]

There's more...back at the apartment... not alcohol, I mean.

[He grins, thinking of the full bouquet of roses he snuck back to the apartment, now sitting on the worn kitchen table in a vase. He had to trade a fortune of favors to the magic user who produced them, but it was well worth the sacrifice if this is how she reacts to one.]

You get used to it after a while - it doesn't even make me cry anymore when I drink it.

[He clears his throat, eyebrows lifting.]

Save a dance for me...okay?

[assassininheels]

[That is certain to get a reaction from the blond Assassin and she gives Desmond a rather caught off guard look. She sips half of her drink in one shot as she tries to come up with an intelligent reply to that.]

I...you're kidding, right? [Her eyes lowers to the single rose in her hand again and she can't help herself but smile fondly and blush. No one ever got her roses before. Good job novice. You're accumulating bonus points here. It suddenly doesn't matter if the alcohol he's drinking is made out of rocks or anything unusual like that.

At his question, she looks back up to him and smirks lightly, though her eyes say yes.]

I can try to fit you in my busy schedule.

[theyreinmydna]

What, me? You know I have a crappy sense of humor.

[He can't help but grin at her reaction, more than pleased by the blush and the fact that she's clearly flattered. Well, she should be, she deserves it. The man's eyebrows raise a bit concernedly at her statement.]

Oh...well, if you've got plans...

[And other partners to dance with...Desmond tries not to look crestfallen and fails. He clears his throat.]

Uh...maybe I'll just have to break in.

[Jealousy wars with an urgency to seem nonchalant. He glances away regretfully, suddenly wishing he hadn't agreed to lend a hand at the bar. Even being back in his element isn't going to be worth watching Lucy dance with other men.]

Better...get back to work. See'ya.

[His sigh isn't completely hidden as he turns to help the next patron.]

[assassininheels]

Maybe, but you still try really hard at times.

[She's teasing him back. But she has to admit that she likes that smile on his face. Lucy almost rolls her eyes at him]

I'm joking, Desmond. I barely know anyone here, I doubt anyone would ask me to dance.

[As she watches him getting swarmed over with customers, she calls out one last time at him]

Make sure you get a long break. Because I'm waiting by the dance floor for that dance. And you should know better than standing up a lady, Desmond.

[She offers him a smile, though her eyes let him know that he better not go back on his offer to dance with her. Or there will be hell to pay next time they train.]

[theyreinmydna]

[He snorts to both of her responses, doubtful at her accusation that he 'tries really hard' to be humorous and also that no one will ask her to dance. Yeah right. Just watch Lucy. You're going to make all the ladies jealous.]

I'll be there!

[He shouts over the crowd, watching her retreating form. ....damn. Then he's back to work, his mind occupied by much more than how to make a martini.]

Got vodka?

[purplecurse]

[The Russian somberly walks towards the bar. The festival seemed like a fun occasion, but it was missing something. It was not truly a party until someone got completely smashed, and while that person was never Ivan, he still always enjoyed watching the festivities and drunken stupidity that would generally always follow. He smiled as he sat himself on one of the barstools, his scarf's ends falling to the floor. A smile grows on his face as he sees a familiar person. He was somewhat surprised. The last he recalled this man was debating babysitting with him. He shrugged it off and looked towards the unfortunate Desmond.]

Hello~! I don't suppose you could fill my flask~? it's awfully empty!

[The Russian gave the bartender a gentle, happy smile. He was in a good mood today, so the chances of him mauling someone were at an absolute low.]

Maaaaybe.

[theyreinmydna]

[He blinks, eyes showing recognition though not complete familiarity.]

Hey there... Yeah, I can. What's your poison of choice?

[Desmond gives a friendly enough grin as he takes the flask.]