fandomtownies | The Devil's Nest

A bar where there are drinks.

Rather liking the bar's name, Andrew entered and saddled up to the bar, grabbing a handful or pretzels and nibbling.

Seeing that he had a customer, Neil headed up to the bar.

"Good evening!" He called out cheerfully. "What can I get for you tonight?"

"Ah. Yes, good sir." Andrew was thoughtful, "I'll have a scotch, a double, straight up and on the rocks." He thought a little more, "Actually, make that an orange juice with a straw and a pink umbrella." He nodded decisively.

Neil exhaled a relieved breath when Andrew changed his order to the juice since he knew the boss would not be happy if he served an underaged student.

"Sure thing!" He said with a smile reaching under the bar to get a tall glass.

In short order some ice cold orange juice was poured into the glass, a straw added and Neil even risked the wrath of Mazikeen to add the umbrella.

"Here you go."

"Thank you ever so much, kind sir." Andrew took a sip. "Oh, yeah. That's the stuff." He looked around the bar, "So is it always this busy or did I just pick a good night?"

"It varies," Neil said, leaning against the bar and looking around the club.

"The boss seems content whether it's busy or quiet so, it's a fairly good job, especially around exam time."

Grinning he shifted and held out his hand.

"I'm Neil, by the way, Neil Perry. Are you new to the school?"

Andrew shook Neil's hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Andrew Wells. And yes, this is my first week at Fandom. It's been so busy with the getting here and the meeting of people and the fireworks, I just didn't feel like I could sit in the dorm tonight. Thought I would check out the town. I was looking for someplace called Carrot-Toss, but walked by here and thought it sounded like my kind of joint."

Andrew grinned. The place might not be that busy, the help sure was nice.

"Caritas, it's the other bar on the island. Good for keroeoke, if you like to sing on stage," Neil supplied.

"Nice to meet you, Andrew and I know what you mean about simply sitting in the dorms. Don't get me wrong, sometimes the mischief in the common rooms can be fun but not when it's a nice night to be out and about."

"I'm not much with the vocals, but I can play a mean pan flute." Andrew took another long sip.

"So Neil, you're a student? Where are you from? How did you land the sweet bar tending gig?"

"The pan flute, really? I got to play one of those when I was in a production of Midsummer Daydream's Fantasy," Neil exclaimed excitedly, then he looked a bit sheepish. "Well, I could sort of blow on it and get sound but anyway..."

Grinning again he picked up a pretzel and spun it between his fingers.

"I am a student, rising senior this upcoming year. I'm from Vermont, 1950s era and I landed this gig because ... well because I think it amused the boss on some level to hire me really, because I'd never tended bar in my life."

"Uh-huh. I love Midsummer Daydream's Fantasy, it could be my one of my favorite plays ever - excluding musicals..." Andrew seemed to loose track of what he was saying, intently watching Neil's fingers as he spun the pretzel.

He snapped back to reality.

"Wait. You're from the 1950s? I've met an alien, a talking frog, and plenty of people that seem to know me, or at least some version of me, and I don't really know them, but I think you might be my first official blast from the past! What's that like, being here during this time?"

Now see, that was the way to become one of Neil's favorite people right then and there!

"Isn't it a wonderful play?" He agreed, practically beaming. Then he laughed softly and nodded. "There are some amazing folks on this island and going to the school. I'm just your normal average kid from the 50s. It's been, a bit of a steep learning curve but honestly?"

Neil looked around then lowered his head blushing for a moment before peeking back up at Andrew as he admitted.

"I've had the hardest time with the whole coed dorms, heck coed rooms. I came from an all boys prep school, not used to having girls running around everywhere."

Andrew had to grin and Neil's enthusiasm. "I don't think I've run into anyone at this school that could be called normal." He looked up at Neil, a slight twinkly in his eye, "I'm sure there is something extraordinary about you. Just give me time to figure it out."

He took another long sip of his juice and exclaimed, "An all boys prep school!" As though the idea was foreign but still totally exciting. "Girls are fascinating creatures and almost completely impossible to figure out - a *mystery* for the ages. But an all boys prep school? What was that like?"

If anything, Neil might have blushed a bit more at the idea that there might be something extraordinary about him. After all, given some of the people he knew here at the school, it was almost unfathomable to Neil.

The twinkle in Andrew's eye was kinda distracting also ... or perhaps that should be worrisome?

"It was very different from here. Extremely regimented, most of the student body were scions from very old money families of the era and were there basically making connections with their peers to carry them through the ivy schools and on in to the business world."

Reaching under the bar, Neil fixed himself a soda, checking to see if Andrew needed a refill as he continued.

"My family isn't one of those, I was in through a combination of scholarships and my father and mother pinching every penny but, now I'm here and I will completely agree that girls are fascinating and kinda scarey creatures and as most of them can kick my ass, I say for the squirrels who are listening that they are also very beautiful and wonderful young ladies!"

That last bit he said in a bit of a raised voice, just to make sure the squirrels heard that bit, while at the same time, giving Andrew a wink.

Andrew was running his index finger around the edge of his glass, putting much effort into looking like he was following every word Neil was saying, reminding himself that it was bad to ogle someone you've just met, and trying to show his interest by repeating the occasional word, "Scions, yeah...scholarship, good...squirrels, beautiful..."

When Neil winked, Andrew must have put a little more more pressure on his glass than he intended, because it toppled over and into his lap.

"Oh, god. I'm sorry. I've done gone and made a mess on your floor." He shut his eyes, thinking Typical.

Neil jumped a little when the glass tipped over and it was probably bad that his initial internal flail was along the lines of damn, now he'll have to head back to the dorms to clean up, crap!

"Hey, no don't worry about it," Neil quickly reassured Andrew. "Here, let me get you a refill and I'll get that cleaned up in a jiff."

... Might help to give him a towel for his lap?

"Oh, drat, sorry I mean .. here," Neil quickly handed a clear bar towel towards Andrew and then set his hands on the bar counter, hoping neatly over to the other side so he could clean up what had spilled down on the floor.

Andrew took the towel and smiled as thanks. He stood up and backed away from the mess, trying to clean himself up a bit.

"I am so sorry," he said. "I'm normally not this much of a klutz." Total lie.

He dropped down on a knee to help wipe up what had gotten on the floor. Totally not making eye contact, "Do you like comic books?"

Neil already had a lot of it mopped up but he didn't try to shoo Andrew away, that was for certain.

Instead, he sat back on his heels and grinned.

"I actually was reading some earlier this summer. Friend of mine leant me his copies of Ninth Wonder. They were really good. A lot different from the few comics I saw in the dime stores back home."

Neil paused, realized he was babbling a bit and with a quick duck of his head, went after an invisible bit of juice.

"Do you have some comics in particular that you like?"

"I have so many, it's hard to pick out a few to mention by name. Doesn't seem fair to the others. But Ninth Wonder is really good. I have the series back home, in Sunnydale. I have a number of comics here, too, if you were, um, interested. You're more than welcome to borrow them."

He didn't even want to think about the worth of those comics Neil had seen in the dime store's of his time. "I have one or two from the 50s. Well, two. You know that time was considered the end of the golden age for comics. Some of the most memorable characters to ever be inked came about then." Andrew stopped, realizing his mouth was running but he wasn't sure what it was saying anymore.

He stood up and tugged at his wet and sticky clothing. He pulled out his wallet, unsuccessfully trying to cover up the Ratguy emblem on the front. "How much do I owe you." Still with the not making eye contact.

Neil waved off the money with a shake of his head and a warm smile.

"No charge for the mixer," he said.

"I'd like to see your comics," pause ... err ... did that come out right?

"I mean, I really enjoyed what I read of the Ninth Wonder and wouldn't mind getting in some more enjoyable reading before school starts in earnest in the Fall."

Andrew dropped a few dollars on the bar anyway. "Thanks."

He looked around the bar, "Stop by my room sometime and you can look at what I've got. My aunt should be shipping some more comics to me sometime this week, though, I haven't even tried to find the post office yet."

Andrew looked at Neil, "It was good meeting you Neil. Really do stop by. It's room 201."

He smiled, "I should probably go now. Hit the showers and all that."

"Check for gremlins before you take your shoes off," Neil warned with a wry grin.

"I'm up on the third floor, 314 and I'll definitely try to stop by before the summer gets too far away from us."

Holding his hand out again, the grin expanded into a proper smile.

"And because it bears repeating, welcome to Fandom, Andrew."

Andrew shook Neil's hand and smiled right back.

"See ya' around."

Andrew left the bar, sticky, but with more hop in his step than when he had come in.

Leo sighed happily when he sat down at the bar. "Hey Man, how's it goin'?"

"Good evening, Sir." Neil said with a smile. "How can I help you tonight?"

"You know how to make a chocolate martini?"

Neil tried not to look as if he were cringing inwardly but instead he smiled brightly and set about making the drink (http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink302.html).

Placing it on the bar in front of Leo, he smiled again.

"There you go, Sir. Will there be anything else?"

"Thanks man!" Leo beamed. "No thanks Man, but I'll let you know."

A lounging area, where there are comfortable seats, tables, a piano, pool tables and of course, shadows for your lurking needs.

After flipping through the CDs, Neil decided on some nice olde time rock and roll for tonight.

Elvis anyone?

Where in I encourage nekkidness, in order to keep the world from leaking out the bottom of the post.

*Thanks the bar keep*

[ooc: *Glees!!* WooHoo and thank you. :)]

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