The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[ifwebeworthy]

Thor was trying to place an order for some spirits for Halloween.

No, not that kind of spirits. The kind you normally found in a bar.

"If you can't get it in black then the effect can easily be achieved with food dye--no, not activated charcoal. What is wrong with you, man? Do you have any idea how many medications that stuff interacts with?" Look who remembered some things from med school!

Specials
Hemlock
Witch's Heart
Wolf Bite

"Activated charcoal, honestly," Thor could be heard muttering behind the bar. "'Oh, but it's natural!' So is hemlock." He cast a look toward the specials board and amended that to, "Real hemlock."

The specials continue to be spooky, and the Devil's Nest is open!

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[joan_of_bark]

"You wouldn't happen to serve fresh mint tea, would you?"

Pam strolled into the bar wearing her green overalls, her hair pulled up in a no-nonsense ponytail. If she was going to be here for any amount of time, she might as well know the local bars - to get the lay of the land, if nothing else.

[ifwebeworthy]

"We can," Thor told her. "We have mint and hot water; the process is simple enough." And if someone wanted to come to a bar for tea that was their business, not Thor's. "Well met. I am Thor, son of Odin."

[joan_of_bark]

Pam's eyebrows raised. Briefly.

"...I expected you to be wider," she said.

[ifwebeworthy]

That was a first, actually. "I apologize for disappointing," Thor said solemnly.

[joan_of_bark]

"No, it's fine," Pam said, waving a hand. "I'm just adjusting a mental image, that's all." She shot him a wry look. "... and mint in hot water is fine."

[ifwebeworthy]

"Very well," Thor agreed, and began preparing her tea. "I do not recall seeing you before," he said, "but I will allow I am only here on Thursdays."

[joan_of_bark]

"No, I'm definitely new," Pam said wryly. "Both to the island and to this bar."

She watched him go through the motions. "So what brings a Norse God to a club on a tiny multiversal island?"

[sword_chocobro]

"Well, I'm pretty sure that last one's pretty much a given for me tonight," said Gladio, grinning faintly as he sided up to his still-usual spot at the bar and gave a nod to his new favorite Thursday bartenders. "Thor. Tiny. How's it going tonight?"

[ifwebeworthy]

"Tis a shot," Thor told him, so Gladio wouldn't be surprised by the size. "It goes well, thus far. I can make no complaints. And yourself?"

[sword_chocobro]

"Mm," Gladio grunted faintly, "better get me one of those meads you're always touting, too, then, if you got 'em."

He wasn't much of a drinker, no, but just a shot, especially for him, would be a comically teeny amount.

"Started some of my own finally, too," he informed him. "Assuming I didn't mess it up too bad, sounds like in a few months, we'll get to see how I did.

"And I've been good, thanks. Looking forward to a nice week away on the school trip, really."

[ifwebeworthy]

"Indeed," Thor agreed, and went to pour the mead. "I wish you luck in your brewing ventures...and I shall be joining you in Montreal, as the guest of Dr. Blake." What? "I look forward to it. I have spent little time in Quebec. Mostly it is the province of Alpha Flight, and Mr. Beaubier is...touchy."

[sword_chocobro]

"A bit territorial, huh?" asked Gladio, who had absolutely no context here, but nodded along understandably all the same because he felt it wasn't too difficult to just sort of guess. "Can't say I've spent any time there myself, but I've been reading up on some of the history, and I'm pretty excited to get to see it firsthand. Especially this time of year. We've been pretty big on the fall colors this year, and since our last attempt to go see some foliage got a little interrupted with the whole Surprise Sister thing, it'll be good to get to squeeze a new one in."

[ifwebeworthy]

"It should be beautiful," Thor agreed. "This is a fine time of year for certain parts of the continent, before the quiet of winter." He slid two glasses across the bar. "Your Wolf Bite, and your mead."

[knightinshinarmor]

“Not usually one to judge folks,” Remy mused, looking at the specials. “But I’m hoping that’s not real hemlock in that drink?”

[ifwebeworthy]

"Verily, I am trying to poison the patrons," Thor said dryly. "It seemed a lucrative business model...nay, 'tis a cocktail made with bourbon, orange, and vanilla. And bitters." To give it that poison flare. "Likewise, no witches were harmed in the making of the Witch's Heart."

[knightinshinarmor]

"That sounds nice, actually," Remy mused. "Alright, gimme a hemlock, please."

[ifwebeworthy]

"As you wish," Thor said, and set about mixing the drink. "How have you been, LeBeau? I have not seen much of you."

We'd have to get out more for that.

Thor was just ignoring that helpful commentary.

[knightinshinarmor]

To be fair to the voice in Thor's head, so would Remy.

"Doing just fine, thanks, Thor," he said, leaning his elbows against the bar. "Splitting time between the mainland and the cats, mostly."

With the occasional side trip to angrily glare at people messing with his neighbors.

[ifwebeworthy]

"Cats?" Thor asked, curious. "My mother kept cats." Well. The woman he had thought was his mother. "Contrary creatures."

[knightinshinarmor]

"Yeah? I got three of 'em. Left by, uh, something of a mother-in-law." If things went his way, Mystique would eventually officially be his mother-in-law, but he was still working on that. "I think she was messing with me, but I love the little bâtards."

[joan_of_bark]

"Well, if he keeps it under a hundred milligrams, you could just be in for the high of your life," Pam said dryly.

[knightinshinarmor]

"That so?" Remy asked. He gave her a flash of a smile. "I'll have to keep that in mind. Your specialty plants or poisons, then?"

[joan_of_bark]

"I have a PhD in phytochemistry," Pam said lightly. "So both, technically speaking."

She sipped her tea. "Mind you," she added, "I didn't say it was a nice high."

Unless you were into restlessness on various and increasingly terrible levels.

[knightinshinarmor]

"That'd be why my ex never suggested it," Remy mused. "When she liked me, at least. The other times, guess the reason she never slipped me any is that I might survive." He offered his hand. "Remy LeBeau."

[joan_of_bark]

"Pamela Isley." She took his hand, and gave it a firm shake as she sized him up only somewhat clinically. "Your ex sounds interesting."