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fandomtownies2012-11-27 01:24 pm
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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening
Max woke up without a clue where he was or what he was supposed to be doing, except for two key things: one, the hotel room where he'd apparently spent the night was disgusting, and two, all the clothes in there were freakishly baggy on him.
Which was actually great, because as it turned out, thirteen-year-old Max was going through a phase where he thought he was a badass.
So, wearing about four layers of shirts and a sweatband on his forehead, he made his way to the club where, according to his cell phone alarm (and speaking of which, how great were cell phones? Max thought they were pretty great), he was supposed to be this evening. Then he stationed himself behind the bar on a step-stool so he could actually be seen and toyed around with pouring drinks that would probably be toxic if anyone was crazy enough to actually consume them.
After a while, he headed over to the DJ to politely request some classic Jay-Z. It took a considerable amount of whining, but eventually he got his way and could now be found rapping along to the music behind the bar with extensive hand gestures and snaps of his fingers.
He was so cool.
[[this PB discovery makes me so happy. OPEN!]]
Which was actually great, because as it turned out, thirteen-year-old Max was going through a phase where he thought he was a badass.
So, wearing about four layers of shirts and a sweatband on his forehead, he made his way to the club where, according to his cell phone alarm (and speaking of which, how great were cell phones? Max thought they were pretty great), he was supposed to be this evening. Then he stationed himself behind the bar on a step-stool so he could actually be seen and toyed around with pouring drinks that would probably be toxic if anyone was crazy enough to actually consume them.
After a while, he headed over to the DJ to politely request some classic Jay-Z. It took a considerable amount of whining, but eventually he got his way and could now be found rapping along to the music behind the bar with extensive hand gestures and snaps of his fingers.
He was so cool.
[[this PB discovery makes me so happy. OPEN!]]
The Bar
Re: The Bar
"//BRING ME ALE!//" he demanded, banging his hand on the bar.
Re: The Bar
Max had not prepared himself for the possibility of customers. Especially non-English-speaking ones.
"Want this?" he asked, pointing to his latest mixed-drink concoction. It really might be poisonous. It was kind of a glowy orange, for starters, and there was a full lime in there.
Re: The Bar
"//AGAIN!//"
This was going to end in tears.
Re: The Bar
"Yeah, I have no idea what I put in the first one?" Whoops. "How about..." He grabbed some bottles from the nearest shelf and started mixing them at terrible proportions. Really, really bad stuff. "Some of this, and... wine? Okay, sure, and... voila."
He dropped a cherry into it and then passed this majestic creation to Eric. It was completely another color than the previous one. OH WELL.
Re: The Bar
Eric shrugged again and drank it anyway. It would be wrong to waste it, right? Right.
Re: The Bar
He did not speak English, Max, remember? But good try.
Re: The Bar
Re: The Bar
"I'll work on it," Max vowed.
The Dance Floor and Lounge
The VIP Section
OOC