Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

There was no ice for anyone's drinks tonight. Because Cara needed it. For reasons.

Reasons that had everything nothing to do with the fact she'd been bored enough to try to watch something on the television earlier and had received a prompt reminder that the universe hated her.

So there was no ice. Not tonight.

[Open, no ocd, link spoilerly for this week's Agent Carter.]

Fast Eddie's, Friday Night

[furnaceface]

Jono had threatened to drag Hannibal off to do something for his birthday, and really, there hadn't been many stipulations set down, beyond not deliberately increasing the population of the flamingos on Hannibal's lawn, given how old he was turning today. Jonothon was pretty certain he'd managed that much, and while he'd wanted to do something that was fiftieth-birthday-for-a-cultured-man appropriate, all that he'd been able to book, was... well...

//I won't make you put on the bowling shoes if you agree to play a round of billiards with me, mate.//

And he wouldn't even dream of trying to get Hannibal to eat the greasy arcade food. He knew better than that.

//I'll make it up to you? Er. Happy birthday.//

[OOC: Open party is open!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Allie was at the bar poking at her phone.

Tino was behind the bar.

Gremlins were playing poker in the lounge.

The DJ was playing the Greatest Hits of Elvis.

It was just another night at the Devil's Nest.