The Boardwalk, Thursday afternoon.

[grenadesandohana]

So Steve was still investigating the mysterious loss of Stark's mask and Liam had mentioned going down to see the raccoons running a craft brewery.

Which, naturally, meant that now Steve had to see raccoons running a craft brewery, and drag Danny along (via siren-accessorized rickshaw) because it was gonna be hilarious.

He walked into the warehouse and was not at all surprised to see it decked out in hipster aesthetic--wine barrel tables, lots of Mason jars--and so. many. shiny. things just...everywhere.

"Well," he said aloud, "raccoons. Hey, Danny, you speak raccoon?"

[OOC: Expecting the partner but hey, if you're at a racccon craft brewery, too--]

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[hatesparadise]

"...no, Steven, I do not." Danny had some serious questions about everything happening here. Mostly about how they got a liquor license, to be honest. Followed by questions about the health code violations.

[grenadesandohana]

"Well, hopefully they're good at charades," Steve said. "...if they're even home. Hello?"

[hatesparadise]

"I really hope the clinic is stocked on rabies shots," Danny said, investigating the outdoor seating area with suspicion. Mostly because it actually looked really nice.

There was some raccoon sounding chittering rather than the 'normal' squirrel noises from within the place.

[grenadesandohana]

"I'm sure they have all kinds of medicine we don't want to think about too carefully," Steve said. "We're with Five-O!" he called, and then added, "and also the Trooper Station? We've got a few questions for you!"

"Like how they made the tables," he muttered to Danny.

[hatesparadise]

"It's nice without being too nice," he agreed as the scurrying around in the warehouse took on a slightly more panicked note. Were they getting their permits in order maybe? What was even happening here?

[grenadesandohana]

"I'd stop by for a drink off the clock," Steve said.

Steve's taste was questionable.

[hatesparadise]

Yeah, that might be why Danny shot him a sideways look.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve shrugged. "I wouldn't get food!"

Good call, Steve.

[hatesparadise]

Oh god, was the raccoon beer going to replace Kona Brewing? Was it?

"Good choice," he replied dryly.

[grenadesandohana]

"Thanks," Steve said as a raccoon emerged warily from behind the bar.

On the plus side, it did not have a manbun. On the negative, well, raccoon in an eating establishment?

"Hi," Steve said, pretending this was all Very Normal.

[hatesparadise]

"Hi," Danny echoed, watching as the raccoon did a little motion that was like it was wiping down the bar. Because it was. With a tiny, raccoon sized bar rag.

And then it made a questioning noise.

[grenadesandohana]

"We're not health inspectors," Steve guessed. "Just wondering if you've maybe found a sparkly, shiny...mask...since Liam asked?"

[hatesparadise]

A few of the raccoon... servers relaxed at that. Then looked a little shifty at the whole shiny mask thing. But only because Halloween had been a looooot of shiny masks.

The bartender barked hoarsely, smacking it's hand on the bar before pointing to what they had on tap.

"We're on duty." Oh, Daniel. You were precious.

[superjoanjett]

You know. Racoons make a mean brew. One that Jessica was trying to enjoy when suddenly the cops broke in.

"Seriously. You have a bar that serves minors and this is where you have a raid?"

[hatesparadise]

Hey now! They neither broke in nor were busting the place! Yet. They just had some questions! So far.

"Yeah, two person raid. You've got us there," Danny replied dryly.

[grenadesandohana]

"We could be a two-person raid," Steve said, "because we're that good, but no. Hello again, Jessica. This is my partner, Danny Williams."

[superjoanjett]

Jessica rolled her eyes and poured herself another drink. "I've seen the size of this island. Two cops coming into a bar it might as well be a raid," she replied sarcastically. "McGarret. Mr. Williams. You guys must be really busy to come here. What's next? The chimpmunk's meth lab?"

[hatesparadise]

"Just Danny's fine," he replied, blinking a little at the 'mister' thing. "Well, the last big case this island had was a fox that was selling forged art, so..."

He spread his hands like 'what can you do?'

[superjoanjett]

Jessica gave Danny and Steve a loooooong look as she waited for one of them to start laughing.

Nope. Then again for a PI drinking with a bunch of raccoons she should have expected that.

"Well it's good to know you have a bunch of guys in armor to back you up against foxes. I for one feel very safe," she said taking a long pull of her drink. "And I'm now 100% sure the velvet Elvis I bought earlier today is totally authentic."

[grenadesandohana]

"We're assured that it can actually get dangerous, too," Steve said with a grin, "but the first few months here has been just...odd."

[hatesparadise]

"I'm good missing out on that," Danny chimed in helpfully. "I'm real good not getting shot at every other day."

[superjoanjett]

Jessica pondered that for a bit. "And I have to say spending a week away from a job where I have to take pictures of cheating spouses boning other people has been a nice break," she admitted.

And then to provide explanation to Danny. "I'm a private investigator. Adultery and people's worst behavior are my income."

[grenadesandohana]

"Do you know Dog the Bounty Hunter?" Steve asked. "Because we can introduce you."

Their canon was insane.

[hatesparadise]

JESSICA, TELL HIM NO. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD, SAY NO.

"Bounty hunters aren't the same as private eyes," Danny sighed, looking to the heavens for patience.

[superjoanjett]

"Yeeeeeah. I'm going to pass on the introduction, thanks," Jessica said slowly as she poured herself another drink.

Really Danny? This is your partner? You actually earned a look of sympathy from Jessica. And she never does that.

"But don't let me hold up police business here. I'm just here enjoying the local bar scene."