Devil's Nest | Monday Night

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was clearly distracted as she took her place behind the bar tonight. As a means to avoid the temptation to drink at work -- even something as innocuous as a Shirley Temple (the sugar) -- Annie had brought a tall tumbler of some kind of green juice to sip on. Granted, mostly she was just sort of annoyed about it, rather than, like, basking in her newfound health benefits, but it was probably a better choice than the beer she really wanted.

She was also trying to be a little more active tonight, even through her distraction, and kept finding reasons to go look in cabinets and pace around and basically just annoy the utter shit out of Tiny. Part of it was that she actually felt compelled to hit her step count today; part of it was that she was, honestly, just kind of anxious and trying to burn it off a little.

The Devil's Nest was open, even if the bartender was busy with her phone and her juice and her nerves.

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Bar | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

Talk to Annie or mod Tiny!

Re: Bar | 3/22

[special_rabbit]

Amaya had really put her nose to the grind stone, as it were, with that chicken armor order that weekend, which was sort of a double-edged sword (except not really, because it was armor), because there was an overwhelming feeling of success over it, but now she had no projects ahead of her.

So tonight was a two-birds-one-stone kind of thing, because she could grab a drink to celebrate a job well done, as well as maybe peek in in how those axes were doing, because pestering Eric about those was...occasionally successful?

But, celebratory drink first!

"Any good ales you might recommend?"

You could literally put dish water in front of her and she'd be fine, Annie. Amaya wasn't picky. Many of the ales she'd had over the years practically were dishwater, so...

Re: Bar | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

Fortunately, ales -- or at least beer, in general -- was kind of the one area of bartending where Annie almost knew what she was doing.

Not that she'd know an ale from a lager without it being labeled as such, but still.

"I've got Resurrection Ale, which is pretty good and local to Baltimore?" Annie offered, gesturing to the tap with a little smile. "It's really...beer-y."

Such a good bartender. Look at that description.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[special_rabbit]

Honestly, though? You really couldn't have given a better description than that. Beer-y was just the sort of thing Amaya was looking for in a beer.

"Sounds like just the thing!" she said, with more enthusiasm than you'd expect from someone who would have been fine with anything. "I'll take it! Thanks."

Re: Bar | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie grabbed a glass and went to pull the beer, giving Amaya a curious look. "You seem super familiar," she admitted, "but I don't think we've met? I'm Annie."

Of course, they'd met as teenagers, but that hardly counted.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[special_rabbit]

Definitely didn't count! Amaya was firmly in the camp of ignoring that she'd even been a teenager ever.

So the comment got a shrug. "Small island, lots of familiar faces floating around in passing," she reasoned, "from events and whatnot. But it's good to meet'cha, Annie. I'm Amaya. Amaya Blackstone. Local blacksmith around here, so if you need any good old fashioned weapons, armor, or contraptions, I'm your gal. Or even if you just need your current weapons, armors, and contraptions sharpened or upgraded."

Look. If there's one thing all her time here had shown her, it was that any introduction was an opportunity for a project.

"I also teach," because didn't everyone?, "up at the school."

Re: Bar | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Me too!" Annie said, agreeing with the narrative there. "I'm Performing Arts, on Fridays. And -- hmm." She paused as she set the beer in front of Amaya, considering the rest of that. "I'm not a weapons-y person, myself -- powers," she added offhandedly, by way of explanation, "but my boyfriend is like, Mr. Knife Guy, so I will definitely keep you in mind. I don't think I've ever actually met a blacksmith before!"

Being from, like, twenty-first century Iowa and all.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[thatwaslucky]

After hearing radio the other day, Rey made it a point to stop in today, even if she was just watching Annie pace around for a moment.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Hey!" Annie noticed her fairly quickly, and decided that maybe she could rearrange all the highball glasses later. "How's it going? You're a soda person, right?"

Given that Rey was not old enough to drink in the Grownups Only bar, and all, even if Annie was reasonably sure she could earn Eric's forgiveness pretty easily if she was busted serving someone under twenty-one.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[thatwaslucky]

"I am." Shhh she'd totally had a spiked soda just last night. And she didn't have any ID to prove anything either way. "How are you doing?"

Re: Bar | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'm good," Annie told her, vaguely remembering that Rey liked Dr. Pepper and getting a glass.

And since it was Rey, she went ahead and added, "Kind of nervous. I'm sort of up for, like, a big job back home."

Re: Bar | 3/22

[thatwaslucky]

"Is this the, um, moving off island thing?" she asked.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[firstofitskind]

Much like Rey, a certain bit of news is what had prompted Liam to drop in on the Devil’s Nest today.

“Hey, you,” he greeted Annie. “How’s it going?”

Re: Bar | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Hey!" Annie replied with a bright, easy smile. "Good. Like, really good." If also life-alteringly nerve-wracking. "How are you? Want something to drink?"

Re: Bar | 3/22

[firstofitskind]

"Just a soda," Liam confirmed. "Your mood have anything to do with why Diego's in full 'supportive boyfriend' mode?"

Re: Bar | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

"He always is," Annie replied, her smile softening as she got his soda. "But yeah. I've been invited to audition for The Seven. It's, like, the premier superhero team back home."

Re: Bar | 3/22

[firstofitskind]

“That’s great!” Liam beamed at her. “Except... it really would take most of your time, wouldn’t it? Hence the whole... maybe-moving.” His face did fall a little at that.

And yeah, he was pretty much operating on the assumption that she’d get the job.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[superjoanjett]

Jessica made her way into the Devil's nest with a large folder of papers under her arm and a grumpy look on her face. She gave a nod to Annie and a glare at Tiny before actually uttering a greeting.

"Hey," she said pulling out papers and organizing them on the bar. "Bourbon."

Re: Bar | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Work?" Annie asked with teasing admonishment, eyeing that stack of papers as she got the bourbon. "Here? In my bar?"

Well, her bar for the night. You know. Really Eric's bar.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[superjoanjett]

"You're working. I'm working and drinking," Jessica said with a shrug. "Plus I just spent last week dealing with a scumbag scientist. If I have to deal with this shit pro-bono I'm going to need cheap bourbon to get through it all."

Honestly she'd be drinking cheap bourbon anywhere for any reason this is just the excuse she has today.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

"What kind of scumbag scientist?" Annie asked curiously, doing some push-ups against the bar because she could not stand still today.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[superjoanjett]

"Shitbag who did human experimentation on prisoners trying to give them super powers," She said eyeing Annie and the push ups. "What's your deal?"

Throw Axes | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie might, just to burn a few extra calories (and some of that nervous energy.)

Back Office | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

Maybe Eric is here!

OOC | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]