The Devil's Nest, Saturday Evening

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The Devil's Nest, Saturday Evening

Thor had one of the mixology books Don had borrowed for him from the library with him tonight for his shift at the bar, although he would be keeping it well clear of the bar and the potential splash zone.

He was not, however, venturing into the realm of wild creativity just yet. It was too hot for that.

Specials
Pimm's Cup
Aperol Spritz
Tom Collins

The Devil's Nest is open, and Thor is trying to find out who Tom Collins is.

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You know what? Gale had honestly expected to see a devil or two in this place. Just based off the name. Which was probably why he was busy looking around once he entered the bar.

"Ah, hello there," he said once he spotted Thor behind the bar.

Wrong evening for that, Gale. You'd have to come back next week. For now would you settle for a god?

"Good evening, Gale of Waterdeep," Thor said as he closed his mixology book. "How may I assist you?"

You're not supposed to know his name!

Well, too late for that information now, wasn't it, Don?

Gale perked right up at that, though. "Have we met before?"

Insight check, motherfucker!

This is your problem.

Thor let the silence stretch for long enough to become uncomfortable before he said simply, "No."

There. Problem solved! Right?

Which was why Gale just nodded slowly at him. "Well, that's certainly an answer. You know my name but I am at a loss for yours."

Wasn't it obvious, Gale? It seemed like it was pretty obvious to most people. "I am Thor." Duh.

Somewhere in the void Don just had his face in his hands.

You know, if he'd said Tyr, Gale would have known who he was. But Thor? Ehhhh. You weren't cool enough for D&D to absorb, buddy. Sorry.

"Well, a pleasure to meet you, Thor. I believe I may have heard the name from the radio."

Tyr was a little bitch, Gale.

"Quite possibly," Thor agreed. "As I do not recall seeing you in this establishment before." Among his many, many customers. "And I do not believe you are in Winchester's...group on Thursdays." It was a bit much to call it a class.

Tyr was the god of justice, Thor. Don't get jealous that he was having his time to shine here.

"Ah, no," Gale agreed. "Drinking games are hardly my cup of tea. I'm more of a nice glass of wine in a cozy environment sort of person. Possibly with a good book."

You could just say, 'I'm a giant nerd,' Gale, we all know it already.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" Thor offered. He might not be that familiar with the particular vintages the bar stocked yet, but he could tell red from white and the broad strokes beyond that. Or he could make Tiny figure it out.

HE WAS A WIZARD. OF COURSE HE WAS A NERD.

"I would love one," Gale replied. "A nice, full bodied red would be lovely."

Yes. You know what to pick, right?

Thor scanned the bottles on offer and selected a Malbec he thought would do nicely, giving the bottle a sniff to confirm his suspicions before pouring a glass and setting it on the counter for Gale. "I trust this will suffice."

See? He knew things!

Gale took a sip before nodding graciously at that. "Lovely. Top marks for bartending."

"I endeavor to please," Thor said, solemn as the grave. "You are as new to this place as I, are you not?" Because they totally hadn't been on the shuttle together or anything.

"Are we?" Gale asked since he wasn't even sure where Thor knew him from, but was willing to go with it. Because it seemed safe enough. "Well, if you also arrived at the start of this season, we are."

"Indeed," Thor confirmed, "that is when I arrived." Was he smiling? Hard to tell. "I have been here for some weeks now."

"Well then, we are indeed the same level of new," Gale replied, lifting his glass in a little toast before taking another sip. "Is this a puzzle? Because I will warn you, I love a good puzzle."

"Mayhaps," Thor said. He thought it was not a puzzle like to be solved quickly, at any rate, so he could have a bit of fun with the wizard.

It was going to go great.

"A very noncommittal answer, I am intrigued."

"Mayhaps I merely recognize you by description," Thor suggested, and then asked, "How fares your companion?" Did tressyms not drink? Thor could provide a saucer of milk upon request.

"Ah, so you know Tara." Now Gale was just taking mental notes here! While drinking. "She has found both drinking establishments not to her high standards from what I gather, but I will pass along your concerns to her."

And see if she had any ideas.

"Did she perhaps come here before the decor changed?" Thor suggested. Because he had had his concerns then, too.

Gale looked around with a little frown of concentration. "Whatever was it before?"

He had to know now.

Thor gestured vaguely toward the walls. "There were license plates. And the vampire was wearing a velvet...garment." It was a onesie, Thor, and you knew it.

To be fair, the vampire had been pulling off the velvet onesie.

"Huh."

Wasn't even gonna question the vampire in the velvet. That seemed pretty normal.

"What exactly are license plates?"

"Do you remember the vehicle you traveled here in?" Thor asked. Never you mind how he knew you traveled here in a vehicle. "Such conveyances are meant to display a metal plate with a unique sequence of numbers and letters, which is registered with the government, in order to assist with identification if needed." Thor had not noticed whether or not the school bus actually had such a plate. It was entirely possible it did not.

Making a mental not that Thor apparently knew about the bus situation. Just, you know, as you do.

"That does sound like the sort of tedious thing a government would do," Gale admitted.

"Indeed," Thor, who was none too thrilled with the human government in general at present, had to agree. "There were several upon the walls when I first visited this establishment, but then they disappeared." And the whole place was remodeled. He had chosen not to ask questions about it.

"So I might return here to something entirely new in the future?" Gale asked. That would certainly be something.

"It is not outside of the realm of possibility," Thor said. "I have been told odd things happen in these parts." Although that one had, unbeknownst to him, been merely a pissing contest between the owners.

"Thor!" Eric greeted with a smile. "Settling in well?"

"What about this one?" Thor asked, which might have made more sense to Eric if he'd had his book open or at least been looking at it, but made perfect sense to Thor, and also to the person he was actually talking to: Eric was, like Navaan, a vampire and hot, and also apparently sane!

He didn't offer.

Hm. That was a problem.

A beat.

"Eric," Thor said by way of slightly belated greeting. "Yes, I believe I am getting my bearings quite well. I have been...brushing up, as it were."

"Brushing up?" Eric echoed. "Oh, on drinks?"

"It has been some time since I was called upon to mix a cocktail," Thor admitted. Probably about since Tony quit drinking. "But the skill, like any other, comes back to one with practice."

"I just make Tiny do it," Eric admitted easily. "I don't serve humans."

Eric was a snob.

Thor looked over at Tiny, and then back at Eric. "I am not certain I trust him with complex tasks." Sorry not sorry, Tiny.

"I have found they need to be a little complex or else he uses his free time unwisely," Eric said.

"...That is also a reasonable assessment," Thor had to admit. "He is...creative." Bless his heart.

"Far too creative," Eric said with a nod.

"I will take your counsel into consideration," Thor said. "You know his character far more well than I, after all. I thank you for the advice." Even if it was born from being a vampire snob.

Thor valued his advice! Eric was just going to hold onto that for a while.

"He makes a pretty decent martini," Eric added.

"So do I," Thor said. Another relic of pre-admitting-he-had-a-problem Tony Stark, but still. Don't take this from him, Eric. "I have many skills."

Eric grinned. "I'm looking forward to learning all about them."

"I might be persuaded to offer a demonstration."

Are you kidding me right now?

Thor restrained a wince and stood his ground. Sorry, Don. He had to. Look at Eric.

Eric smirked. "I would be happy to watch."

"Just watch?"

You asshole. I'm going to call Navaan back.

Eric grinned. "I do enjoy participating more."

"Perhaps after my shift ends?" Thor proposed.

Eric grinned. "It's a date."

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