The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[ifwebeworthy]

People thought this was cold? Bah. When it hit negative 30, then perhaps Thor would take a chill.

Don had informed Thor that this sort of thing was not helpful, but had agreed that Thor losing his shirt would be both in accordance with the bar's traditions and, perhaps, cheering for the patrons.

Tiny had been told to keep his shirt on, and was sulking about it. You're welcome.

Specials
Snowflake Martini
White Russian
Nor'Easter

'Sex on a Snowbank'? That doesn't sound like a good idea, Don said as Thor continued to study themed cocktails on his phone.

"Indeed," Thor agreed quietly. "I believe that would lead to frostbite in unfortunate places."

The Devil's Nest is open, and the bartender is talking to himself. His other self. You know how it is.

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[stykera]

Stark had nothing planned for this evening and was at work 6 or 7 more hours sob and it had been a while since he'd stopped in to this bar. It seemed as good as time as any. And he hadn't really seen Thor since Thor had been tiny and accompanied by a nanny ghost. Or something. He wasn't sure and it wasn't really his concern.

Shirtless Thor was just a bonus. Stark was happily taken and had only one eye but he wasn't blind!

"Hello, Thor. Are any of the specials warm?"

[ifwebeworthy]

"Not this week, alas," Thor said apologetically. "But I can make a hot toddy for you, if you would like."

[stykera]

Stark would just be forced to drink cold alcohol and then go home to something (someone?) warm instead. The horror.

"No, I'll try something on the board." That was part of the point of coming in. To try new drinks. And socialize.

"What's a nor'easter? Does it involve chocolate eggs?"

It was too early for that!

[ifwebeworthy]

Thor frowned in confusion. "Why would it involve chocolate eggs?"

Because it's got Easter in it, Don helpfully pointed out.

"Oh. No."

[stykera]

"Can I try one anyway? Please?"

Chocolate would be better but Chocolate almost always was.

"How are you?"

Besides magically immune to cold weather.

[ifwebeworthy]

"Of course," Thor assured him, and began gathering ingredients for the drink. "I am quite well, thank you. And yourself?" Aside from cold. Mortals were so delicate.

[stykera]

"Ready for winter to be done."

What a wimp. Winter had barely begun!

"I don't like the cold." Even though it gave him the excuse to wear his stylish Muppet-skin coat.

"But good, other than that. Classes started again, which helps keep me busy."

[ifwebeworthy]

Thor considered this, then pointed out, "It is January." You had a lot more winter to go, Stark.

"You teach at the school, yes?" Thor checked.

[stykera]

"I know."

Oh. That meant he had a birthday soon at least?

"And, yes. I teach. Sometimes. Often, I suppose. This time about cupcakes. In the fall it was field trips to food-related places. And I work in the clinic, on Mondays."

[ifwebeworthy]

Thor considered that, then asked, "How much can there be to teach about cupcakes?" You took the wrapper off, you put it in your mouth. End of. Well, "The making of them, I assume?"

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio's own unabashed shirtlessness on this Shirtless Thursday would likely let it be known what his thoughts on the cold were, although he felt a distinct pang of nostalgia for the Disapproving Look that Annie would have given him on a day like today.

"Hey, Thor, Tiny," he greeted with a nod to each bartender as he settled in and scoped out the specials board with a tilt of his head. "I think I can guess on all except that last one. What's that one all about?"

[stykera]

Shirtless Gladio was another bonus! Even if he was quite mad, in Stark's opinion, to be running around like that in this weather. The view was still appreciated.

"Hello, Gladio. Doing all right?"

[sword_chocobro]

Truly, his shirtlessness was a gift Gladio gave the world, of his own sacrifice and generosity....

"Oh, hey, Stark," he said, lifting a hand in a wave and giving him a nod. "Doin' better'n allright, I'd say. How 'bout you?"

[stykera]

Gladio was just a very giving person that way!

"Good, good." Stark nodded. "I'm... I'm doing well too. Do you have a class again this time? I've got cupcakes. Again." A tragic lack of field trips coming up!

[sword_chocobro]

"You've got--" Gladio started, seeming to perk up a little before he realized that Stark was talking about his class and not that he was saying that he had cupcakes with him now. So there was a moment of a disappointed grunt before he told himself he didn't cupcakes anyway. "Cupcakes sounds good, though," he said, in both reference to his own mind and in the context of Stark's class. "And, yeah, I'm doing sports this time around, just had my class earlier today. We did track and field stuff."

[stykera]

"That's good. I hope it goes well." Or if it didn't that it went poorly in a very amusing fashion!

"I'll have cupcakes tomorrow," he said. "The class and actual ones for eating. If you'd like some? I'm always happy to share."

[ifwebeworthy]

"A 'Nor'easter' is a winter storm in New England," Thor told him. "The drink is, I believe, a play on the more typical 'Dark & Stormy,' but with maple syrup and bourbon...which comes from Kentucky, not New England, but I suppose that is at least further north than the environs which produce rum."

[sword_chocobro]

"You had me at maple syrup," Gladio admitted with a chuckle. "Sold. Even if it's a little geographically confusing, that does sound pretty good."

[ifwebeworthy]

"I suppose New England is not known for its spirits," Thor mused as he assembled the ingredients for the drink, "so one must look further afield."

It's the Puritan influence, Don suggested.

"Indeed," Thor agreed, and told Gladio, "I believe the region was settled by a group that eschewed alcohol." Their loss.