The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"How's that? Too sweet? A bit too acidic perhaps? Hm... Bitter?"

Tiny grunted over the fifteenth cocktail he'd had to try in the space of an hour.

"Can you at least qualify your grunting better? How else am I supposed to come up with a good cocktail bar menu?"

Lucifer sighed. "Useless," he said, padding towards the specials board.

TODAY'S SPECIALS:
COCKTAILS ON THE HOUSE
IF YOU'LL HELP US TASTE-TEST

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[long_memory]

It had been awhile since Silver had been to the bar to do anything other than work, and the lure of free alcohol was too much to resist.

"Trying something new?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Pirate!" Lucifer said, perking up halfway (at least Silver, as far as he recalled, was capable of using words). "I'm working on a cocktail menu for my new club."

[long_memory]

"A new club? Get tired of fighting Eric for dominance?" Silver joked.

[my_own_advocate]

"No, this one's too small," Lucifer said matter-of-factly. "I stopped fighting Eric for dominance because I realized I was fighting him because I was bored. This is far more productive."

[long_memory]

Silver nodded in understanding. He got bored here every now and again, but luckily TV was still a novelty to him so he hadn't felt the need to buy a club.

"So what kind of atmosphere are you trying to achieve with this new club?" he asked. "So I know how I'm judging these cocktails."

[what_the_shock]

Rosa might want to bitch at Kitty about this weekend, so Miguel was going to give her that space just in case. And if the other bar was going to have free booze, why not?

"Hi." Miguel waved at Lucifer. "What kinds of things are you taste testing?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I've started on the bourbon-forward cocktails tonight," Lucifer said, peering at the glass in front of him. "Would you like to try a Bourbon Sidecar?"

[what_the_shock]

"Sure. I'll try just about anything," Miguel said. "What's in it?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Bourbon, Cointreau, lemon juice and simple syrup," Lucifer said, picking up a bright yellow drink and shoving it his way.

[what_the_shock]

"That is...definitely yellow." Miguel eyed it for a moment, picked it up, and drank.

"Huh. Not sure the sour with the smoky is my thing." He shrugged. He kept drinking, though. "It's not really bad, just a little weird."

Sorry, Lucifer, but you had asked!

[existencemisspent]

"Do your best," Eliot said as he came up to the bar. "But I warn you, I have a very discerning palate for cocktails."

[my_own_advocate]

"And how are your feelings about bourbon?" Lucifer said, eyeing Eliot critically.

He was absolutely going to take some of this feedback home.

[existencemisspent]

"I enjoy a good bourbon," Eliot said. "It's a nice, warm hit of the south for a cold and rainy day."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, with that description in mind, why not try a Winter Spiced Old Fashioned?" Lucifer asked, putting forward a small glass of bourbon, cinnamon and orange bitters.

[existencemisspent]

"Feeling festive already?" Eliot asked, picking up the drink and immediately closing his eyes as he smelled the spice. He took a long, slow sip, taking the time to let the flavors sit on his tongue a moment before swallowing.

"That is positively lovely," he decided. "This place finally thinking of getting itself a signature cocktail?"

[texted3times]

"We're giving away free alcohol?" Eric asked, arching up his eyebrows. "Since when?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Since now," Lucifer said. He rolled his eyes. "I'll drop a few pennies in the Nest's accounts if you're going to get all dour about it."

[texted3times]

"Are you using good stuff or the random vodka flavors?" Eric asked.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good stuff, obviously," Lucifer said, wanting to roll his eyes and realizing he'd already blown that one early. "I'm planning a menu for the opening of my new club."

[texted3times]

"Your new what now?" Eric asked.

[flamesburned]

Liz was trying to distract herself from an upcoming date, so the bar seemed like an ideal option, "what's involved with the taste testing?" she asked as she read the specials boards.

[my_own_advocate]

"You take one of these beverages and you drink it and then you tell me if it delights you or it makes you want to heave."

[flamesburned]

“I can give it a try,” she told him, admittedly she didn’t have a whole lot of experience with most alcoholic drinks so she wasn’t sure if she was going to be the best judge for this.

[my_own_advocate]

Well, presumably, Lucifer's new club would occasionally get people who weren't big on drinking?

"This is called a Giro d'Italia, as in the cycling competition," Lucifer said, grabbing a glass filled to the brim with something a nice, pastel yellow. "Bourbon, lemon juice, tomatoes and basil."

[flamesburned]

Liz’s initial expression was of someone who hadn’t had bourbon before and she winced as she finished the mouthful she’d had, “that’s …that was uh rather strong,”