Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

After yesterday's visit to Caritas, Annie was kind of looking forward to using her blender tonight. Not only did she love slushy-style drinks (an ambiguous term, for sure), but she tended to put things in blenders that were meant to go in blenders.

But alas, when she arrived at work, she found that all of the blenders had been removed from the bar this week. Something about maintenance.

(Something about bullshit, more like it, but Annie didn't feel like arguing with Tiny. Even if she did grumble a bit while putting up her specials.)

~*Specials*~
Moscow Mule
Mojito
Pineapple Gin Fizz
Margarita (on rocks only)

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Re: Bar | DN | 7/14

[pocketpretzels]

Something in the way she pronounced the word made it clear she wasn’t talking about a broth-based food. “No, nothing like that. Well,” he amended, “if you listen to a coworker of mine, he’ll tell you his theories regarding creatures such as Venusians, werewolves, and the like. But he’s yet to find any actual proof.”

Re: Bar | DN | 7/14

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Doesn't mean it's not out there," Annie told him with a lifted brow as she triumphantly garnished a freshly-mixed margarita with a slice of lime and set it before him. "A lot of time that stuff is just kept very hush-hush, it seems like."

Not in Annie's universe, of course. (Though there were other conspiracies and secrets all over the place, of course.)

Re: Bar | DN | 7/14

[pocketpretzels]

"Hm. Perhaps." Watts allowed, grudgingly.

(But no, his world was distressingly normal if somewhat steampunk-ish.)

He took a sip of the drink. "Now, that," he declared. "Is more like it." You were officially forgiven for your initial blunder regarding drink recommendations, Miss January.