The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

[not_mandonna]

Max was on time and behind the bar like usual, but today his focus was on flipping through a magazine the club apparently subscribed to in the hopes of finding a decent Halloween costume.

"What do you think, too many feathers?" he asked, holding a page up so Tiny could see.

The face Tiny made in response said it all. Okay, back to the drawing board.

Penny's texted suggestion, a reprise of his Mandonna outfit from college, was not appreciated.

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The Bar

[not_mandonna]

[gdiumbrella.livejournal.com]

Alice wasn't so out of the loop about everyday life she didn't know Halloween was almost there, but by the gods, she was going to pretend she didn't remember.

She supposed a few drinks would somehow help.

[not_mandonna]

Max looked up from his latest consideration, a male version of the classic "sexy pineapple" -- which was an adamant no, thank you very much -- and nodded at Alice. "Welcome to our fine establishment, my name is Max, I'll be your disinterested therapist for the day," he recited. "What can I get you?"

[gdiumbrella.livejournal.com]

And here Alice was sort of looking forward to have someone entirely uninterested on having a conversation with her.

Nothing personal, Max.

"Haven't had rum in a while?", ventured as she decided to oblige and, you know, be sociable.

[not_mandonna]

Oh, Max was just fine with skipping the small talk. He just figured that starting with taking her drink order was kind of obligatory.

"Coming right up," he said, trying to do the cool bartender thing and whisk a bottle off the shelf all smoothly.

Two bottles broke.

"That was on purpose," he declared without turning around, and poured her a glass from a different bottle of rum, then slid it across the bar. Carefully.

[gdiumbrella.livejournal.com]

"Sure."

Alice took all the time of the world to smirk at his back. She was going to check her drink twice before drinking anyway.

[not_mandonna]

Meanwhile, Max tackled the whole 'cleaning up' thing by giving Tiny a mournful look. That probably wouldn't work for long, so he was pretty impressed that it was successful this time.

And then he returned to his magazine. Hey, if Alice wasn't going to make conversation...

[gdiumbrella.livejournal.com]

Oh, she wasn't, but her drink wasn't going to last forever, sadly.

"..." It was obvious she wasn't going to get it full just by starting at it, too.

"Mind bringing the bottle over here?"

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The Dance Floor and Lounge

[not_mandonna]

The VIP Section

[not_mandonna]

OOC

[not_mandonna]

Worst birthday. Woooorst birthday.