The Devil's Nest, Saturday Evening

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Thor continued to familiarize himself with the duties of a bartender during his shift tonight.

Somehow he doubted they typically involved constructing some sort of...Thor was just going to call it a mechanism out of maraschino cherries and cocktail picks, but it kept Tiny busy, so as long as he cleaned up after himself at the end of the night (and he would do so, if Thor had anything to say about it), Thor was just going to let that happen.

Specials
Vodka Martini

Hmm. He should perhaps brush up on his cocktail repertoire somewhat, but he supposed that was what the internet was for.

The Devil's Nest was open!

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[x_wondrous_x]

Despite how it might appear at first blush,Stewart did not come skulking into the bar to sulk, but, instead, to brood. The distinction was important. Perhaps to lick hos proverbial wounds, still feeling the harsh sting of defeat, from a battle run most afoul. He had been up well into the wee hours of the morning, engaged in an uphill struggle online with an absolute cretin, a charlatan, with no prowess, no finesse when it came to the fine art of video games, but he wasn't bitter about it, no. He was sure he could claim victory if he had no standards, no prowess, no...style! Pitiful. Pathetic...

"I'd have a beer," he said, in an imitation of his best hick drawl before giving a snort. "Don't suppose you've all got any Puppers, do you?"

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"I will assume that is a type of beer and that you are not requesting a dog for some purpose," Thor told him, but regretfully an inspection of the offerings of beer on tap revealed that, "It would seem that we do not. I can ask the vampire to order it, if you would like." Assuming Stewart was not, in fact, asking for a dog.

[x_wondrous_x]

"It is a beer, yes," Stewart confirmed, with a little curl in his lip in a snarl that was more a reflection of his overall mood than a disappointment on that front. "Utterly ubiquitous where I'm from, I suppose I should consider it a blessing to finally be free of it here. And Americans are reknowned for their piss-poor beer, are they not? So I suppose something more...domestic will suffice."

[ifwebeworthy]

If it was a bad beer Stewart sought, he would be getting the Bud Lite-est of beers, freshly drawn into a pint glass and presented to him with, "Shall this suffice?" Or would he prefer something that actually tasted like beer?

[x_wondrous_x]

IF a skid was having a beer, anything would suffice, really.

Still, Stewart eyed it for a moment with squinting consideration before giving a magnanimous nod. "It shall," he decreed. "Thank you."

And, since it was his first time actually making it into one of these local watering holes, he then took a moment to actually scope the place out, and it said something, didn't it, that at least Thor's appearance only seemed to get a slightly more interested glance than the rest of the bar.

"Is it usually this...quiet?" he had to wonder. "On a Saturday night?"

Modean's it clearly wasn't. But there were a lot of things about this place that were...odd. Unusual. Reminding him that he was no longer in Letterkenny, indeed.

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"This is only my second day of work," Thor said, "so I could not tell you. However, last Saturday was also rather...sedate. The Monday prior was a touch more lively, although the decorations have changed since then." He didn't know if that had anything to do with it or not.

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"New to the job, then?" Stewart noted, a question about whether the decorations changed often on the tip of his tongue, but then held back because, well, he'd said it was only his second day, how would he know? "Mayhaps," oh, talking to Thor was only going to make Stewart's own manner of speaking that much more egregious, wasn't it?, "I shall have to duck in on a Monday to see if the decor will change again..."

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"Mayhaps," Thor agreed. "I would be interested to know if the license plates are a regular Monday occurrence. And if you do, be sure to say hello to the vampire, who allegedly does not always wear a red velvet romper."

[x_wondrous_x]

"A vampire," Stewart repeated, in avoice that was managing to traipse tge line between skeptical and having already experienced plenty of things equal to if not beyond the likelihood of possibility, "in a red velvet romper? I must admit. You do rather sell the idea of another visit with the end of the weekend exceptionally well."

His eyes were passing over Thor again, too, as if to solidify in his mind that this was a bar that clearly appreciated very liberal expressions of fashion and personal decor.