Devil's Nest, Wednesday

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Schrodinger was thinking about new types of cocktails. Currently, he was thinking something that would cause the drinker to gain enhanced metabolism, but with sub-par reflexes. The idea was that it would make people run into walls.

Hey, never said it was drink cocktails.


The Devil's Nest was open.

Comments

The Bar

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Get a drink from Schrodinger or Maz. They probably won't change you. Much.

Re: The Bar

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

He'd gone home after his shift, had rattled around in the silent apartment for awhile, had toyed with some toast for dinner...had finally given up and come out in search of alcohol.

So, quietly up to the bar he slipped, sliding out of his coat and laying it on the stool next to him and looking behind the bar. He...was actually hoping the cat boy would serve him tonight, he wasn't sure he wanted Mazikeen trying to kill him just yet.

Re: The Bar

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Good evening sir. What can I get you?"

Re: The Bar

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Tequila." Wilson said, then with his fingers he pointed to spots along the bar in front of him as if indicating an order for the following.

"Bottle." here "shot glass" here "salt" here "lime" there.

Re: The Bar

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger pulled out a bottle, shot glass, salt, and lime and put them where he indicated. "Actually intend to drink the entire bottle?"

Re: The Bar

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"I have a date with a worm." Wilson said by way of an answer and he slipped two fifties across the bar.

He then cracked the top of the bottle and poured the hard liqour into the shot glass.

Some wise part of his brain tried to point out that this was not a particularly good idea but annoyance at life got the better of him and so he calmly shook the salt onto the side of his hand, took a suck off the life, licked the salt and knocked back the contents of the shot glass.

Re: The Bar

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Just be sure to have her home before one," Schrodinger responded as he slipped the bills under the bar.

Re: The Bar

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Pouring himself another shot, Wilson gave Schrodinger a wry look.

"Go away and leave me to my drinking." He said, though there was no heat directed at Schrodinger. Just a desire to be left alone.

Dance

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Shake your groove thing.

One of these days, Schrodinger's gonna hack into the music and get it to play "Uber Allies" a lot.

Talk to Lucifer

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Should the man himself deign to make an appearance. Cross your fingers, plebians.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

No need for finger crossing, honestly.

He took a seat at the end of the bar shortly after opening, and was making notes in a small book.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Something interesting, boss?" Schrodinger asked.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

"That would all depend on who was asking," Lucifer said, writing down another line in the book.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Me," Schrodinger responded.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer's eyes flicked up to look at Schrodinger. He smirked and went back to work.

"It might be," He said. "It's an expense report for the club. Nothing nefarious." He gestured over to the area next to the bar. "A seating area, what do you think?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"You mean like the one at Caritas?" Schrodinger asked.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

"Yes, something along those lines."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Totally. Maybe some arcade games or video poker."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Nothing better than ending a successful day of snow battle than a nice drink to warm you up. And Rosette, realizing she hadn't seen a certain someone in a while, made her choice of bars, then dropped onto the stool next to Lucifer when she saw him.

"Hey there, tall, blonde, and creepy," she greeted him. "What'cha workin' on?"

Trying to take a peek at what he was writing? Of course. And being oh-so-subtle about it, too.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

He made no move to block her view, there really wasn't a point. It was in a language that hadn't been spoken in a very long time.

"Expense reports."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Oh, my. How thrilling." Rosette gave him a very sharp, non-thrilled look.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer smirked and continued to make notes. "I didn't expect to see you in here after last time."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette's head tilted slightly; despite her comments, she was actually intrigued by the writing, mostly because she'd be damned if that was actually an expense report. "Why not?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

It really was an expense report. For the most part.

He gave her a look. She really didn't remember, did she? "Oh, no reason," He said, closing the book. "Is there any reason for this visit, or did you simply wish to be in my company again Sister?"

OOC

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

KITTY!