Devil's Nest: Wednesday Evening

[biotic_psychotic]

So, now there was an axe throwing range. Jack gave it a look while catching the keys from Tiny and going to do inventory. That taken care of, she slid it into the cash register. Went to see what that was all about. The ranges were decent. They weren't long enough for her but they seemed to be the standard competition length. Never let it be said that Northman was a cheap bastard, when he did a thing he seemed to do it right.

Jack commandeered one of the lanes and went down to peg some cards to it in a random pattern. Yeah, of course she had a deck of cards in her cargo pants, didn't everyone? Varying values of cards and the ace not dead center - because come on, center mass was easy - but tacked to the very edge of the target's top.

Standing back she looked at her work and nodded. Pulled out her phone and texted someone. Flopped down into a chair near the lane where she could both guard it and make sure nobody was being stupid with the axe throwing. And that they were wearing close-toed shoes. Anyone trying this shit in sandals was getting sent straight the fuck out because that shit was not on.

[Devil's Nest is open! New and improved with OCD]

[OOC: ahahaha guess what I do competitively at reenactment events.. ]

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At the bar

[biotic_psychotic]

eh, I suppose there should be some OCD. Have a bar setting. You get Tiny as a bartender. Jack's over by the ranges but she could be called over if need be.

Axe range

[biotic_psychotic]

Throw some axes! Be sure you're wearing closed-toed shoes and don't have a drink in your hand at the time. Also don't be drunk. Because Jack will bounce you and it won't be fun.

Re: Axe range

[special_rabbit]

"So this is where the axe throwing is, huh?" said Amaya, who of course couldn't be sitting there reporting on a new axe throwing trend and then not go check it out the first opportunity she got. She gave the range itself a mild and speculative sort of look, but everyone should know her interest in the throwing part of this equation was more of a side effect than anything else.

Re: Axe range

[biotic_psychotic]

"Yup," Jack drawled, "Boss decided mixing alcohol abuse and tossing sharp bladed things at the far wall was a sound idea." And it was, from a business perspective. People enjoyed the axe throwing. "How you doin' Amaya? Haven't seen you in just about fuckin' forever."

Re: Axe range

[special_rabbit]

And Amaya was hoping, maybe, it might be a sound idea from a business perspective for her as well. A bit itchy to get to seeing about the quality of those axes so she could make a better case for her own when she got around to it, but, for now, she laughed a little and grinned. "Been keeping myself busy," she said, "which is all anyone can really hope for around here. How 'bout yourself, Jack? This Devil's Nest gig been treating you well?"

Re: Axe range

[biotic_psychotic]

"Eh, when we're not turned into a toxic bombed out wreck or whatever other shit the island was doing while it had the flu or whatever the fuck this summer," Jack nodded, "I like it here. The pay's good, the booze is interesting, Tiny's so much better than Tino that I feel like I kind of won the bartending companion wars here. Doin' alright."

She wasn't. She still wasn't alright, but she was real good at faking it.

"Lemme guess, you wanna look at the weapons." Wasn't hard and Jack was grinning a little and gesturing, "Have at."

Re: Axe range

[special_rabbit]

And, even if she wasn't good at faking it, Amaya would be the first one to pretend she'd given the most convincing performance of the century.

Especially now that they'd gotten to the meat of the meal. Amaya grinned eagerly and did well to not just go jump immediately on those axes. "Much appreciated," she said, moseying on over to pick up the nearest one with a sort of feigned disinterest that was no where near as good as Jack's own faking it. Not even a little. "Figured I'd just come in and see what you all were working with..."

Re: Axe range

[biotic_psychotic]

"I suspected Northman didn't buy them from you when I saw 'em," Jack offered, "They don't have that custom look to them, you know? Not sure as he wants anything too good though. So long's it sticks in the wood and gives people the pretense of a fair chance."

Re: Axe range

[special_rabbit]

Amaya grinned at Jack a little, not sure if the other woman was going for flattery or not, but she'd take it either way, especially since it wasn't far from the truth. At least not in her opinion. She swung her arm a little to get a feel for it, gave it a couple smooth tosses, testing the weight, balance, giving it an appraising look that made her maybe just a tiny bit jealous of the fact that she'd probably never be able to get that nice precision that these mass-produced weapons were able to put out, but she at least could make up for it with charm.

And usually spikes.

"Not bad, not bad," she decided. "It'll definitely get the job done, at least."

Then she quirked her head down the range. "Mind if I give 'em a go?"

Re: Axe range

[betterthanaplan]

"Huh." Duke had come in for a nice, large, strong drink after his first day of teaching (and oh lord was he not looking forward to all the gloating about that), but had to come admire the axe range before ordering. "There really is axe throwing."

Like, officially and everything. He'd kind of figured it'd be a slightly larger dart board or something.

Re: Axe range

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack nodded, "There really is, for real and for true, axe throwing. How you doin', Duke? How'd your meeting with the moose go?" She still wanted to be a fly on that wall. "Can I get you a drink?" She figured he needed at least one.

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[betterthanaplan]

At least.

Duke closed his eyes, sighed, and pasted a smile on his face. "Oh, it went great." Mostly in that he didn't leave with any broken bones. "And -- so did my first class."

Yep.

Re: Axe range

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack chuckled. "What's your poison tonight? First round's on me. Consider it my 'I told you so'." Because she had, in fact, told him so.

Re: Axe range

[betterthanaplan]

She had. And Duke very much appreciated that she was willing to say it with booze.

"Whiskey," he said. "Straight. Older the better." His smile went slightly more authentic. "Thanks."

Re: Axe range

[biotic_psychotic]

She nodded to Tiny, who poured him a tumbler instead of a shot. It wasn't the first time they had someone in here who hadn't planned, before the semester began, to be teaching.

"'S'all good," Jack assured him. "You aren't curled in a corner rocking back and forth and telling yourself it's not real and you're also not running around trying to scrub people's skintones off convinced it must be makeup, so I mean.. you're doing okay. You holdin' up?"

Re: Axe range

[betterthanaplan]

"Jesus, people've done that second one?" Even if it was make-up, that was wildly inappropriate. "Yeah. I'm sure I've got a full-on meltdown coming eventually, but I prefer not to do those in public anyway." He took a breath. "And I realized last night that where I'm from might not be as normal as I'd thought."

Re: Axe range

[myownface]

There had been a text message! About axe throwing! Which meant targets, which meant...

"So, do I have to save the drinking for after the throwing, or is half the fun seeing just how much I can fuck up Eric's walls?"

Re: Axe range

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack smirked at him, "You can drink or you can throw but not both at the same time, and once your ass is sloppy drunk, no more sharp shit gets thrown. Try not to throw the fucking things through the damn target, Sparkle, that shit's not sporting." She wandered over to the bar to give Tiny instructions to make the most godawful prissy fruity mule-kick he could for her friend. Tiny's face while doing this was a picture. Possibly one that should be titled 'constipated bartender's suppository just kicked in but he can't leave the bar yet'.

Re: Axe range

[myownface]

"No sloppy drunk sharp shit," Sparkle echoed back dutifully, nodding a little. "That seems fair. And I mean, I'm not gonna try to fuck up the walls. It's just, you know. Wall-fucking-up happens sometimes."

He watched her wander over to the bar, and then he broke into a little laugh at the face Tiny pulled.

Priceless.

Re: Axe range

[biotic_psychotic]

There was so much reproach in the look he gave Jack when he handed over the drink, especially when she demanded an umbrella with cherries on the pick. He just looked pained.

Jack was whistling cheerfully when she brought the drink over to Sparkle, though. "If he didn't want his walls fucked up occasionally, he shouldn't have put the axe range inside the bar," she agreed.

Re: Axe range

[myownface]

"Yeah, maybe not the wisest choice he's ever made," Sparkle noted, smirking a bit as he made grabby hands for that drink. Aww, it had a little umbrella! "But I'm not gonna bitch about it if it means I get to throw sharp things at walls without fucking over the damage deposit."

Re: Axe range

[biotic_psychotic]

"Maybe not the wisest but they sure as shit seem popular so he's not hurtin' for it neither," Jack said, pushing the drink into Sparkle's grabby hands. "You get to throw sharp things at a wall, and he's insured."

Re: Axe range

[myownface]

"I would hate to see the insurance premiums for something like this on an island where people have super-strength and can throw this shit with their minds," Sparkle mused, taking that drink and immediately having himself a mouthful. "It's bad enough for my place, considering I had to rebuild the whole storefront on account of fucking sharks."

It wasn't even the first time there had been sharks, either.

In the back room

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack would strongly suggest you don't go back there. Eric might be back there. But she also wouldn't stop you. Because Eric might be back there and hey, he might need a drink too.

OOC

[biotic_psychotic]

No world ending.