Second shot

[last_rat_standing]

[Bond has been spending the days since he'd arrived making his way through every floor and tower of the castle, learning the layout and any secrets he could find. Some things, like the so-called "Seasons Room" defied explanation but a castle is still a castle, "magic" aside.

He spent the last few hours walking the streets of the village. He didn't enter any of the shops but it was enough to get a feel for the lay of the land. Now that he had an idea where everything was he was sat in the one place he feels comfortable...

In the bar. He's been sitting at the bar sipping martinis for the past hour, casually watching the comings and goings of any other patrons as he thinks about his current situation.]


((OOC: open for action in Caritas.))

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/casually hoards Laurel CR

[spongetastic]

[after helping Phoebe with the egg-painting, Peter is at work. It's nice to see this place still getting customers. He nods to the other man in greeting]

You going to get up there and sing?

no how dare you!

[last_rat_standing]

[He raises an eyebrow at the other man.]

No. [ugh. of course it's that kind of a bar. Save him.] I'm just here for the drink, thank you.

/cackles

[spongetastic]

Hey, it's okay. I don't make people sing. The owner would have, but he's been gone from the castle for a while. I just serve drinks.

That martini was shaken, right? Not stirred?

[last_rat_standing]

If the owner is no longer here who runs the business?

[He downs the rest of his martini, setting the glass down and with a nod.]

Yes. Three measures of Gordon's; one of vodka; half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it over ice, and add a thin slice of lemon peel.

[spongetastic]

It's owned by his friends. People he knew from back home. It was important to him, so we keep it running in his memory.

[Peter takes note of these directions as he makes another one]

[last_rat_standing]

Now when you say he's gone... [He lets his voice trail off, leaving the statement open for the bartender to complete it. He does keep a careful eye on the drink as he mixes it to ensure it's made properly.]

[spongetastic]

[Peter has been doing this for a few years now, so he at least put in all the ingredients Bond asked for. Whether he'll like it or not is another story, and will be discovered as Peter pours a glass]

I just mean he's back in his own world.

[last_rat_standing]

[He watches him pour. It looks like it was made well enough but the real test is in the tasting, isn't it?]

Ah yes. The mysterious transportation system I've heard so much about. Here and home in the blink of an eye.

[He shakes his head as he picks up his drink]

I still wonder if I'm not in a mad house after all.

[He takes a sip. You follow instructions well, Peter, it's not bad. He gives an approving nod.]

[spongetastic]

[if Bond thinks this is crazy, he's lucky Lorne really did leave. A green demon with horns calling you "cupcake" would be a real trip]

I'm guessing your world's a lot less strange. Mine's not this bad, but I've seen my share of strange things.

[last_rat_standing]

[... yeah no. That wouldn't fly. At all.]

Significantly less so, yes. [No they just have your run of the mill psychotic terrorists.] I'm tiring of being told that I'll "get used to it."

[spongetastic]

If it helps, I've been here three years and I'm still not used to it. ... Actually, that probably doesn't help at all. Sorry.

[last_rat_standing]

[That earns him an eyebrow raise]

Three years?

[No. Nope. Uh-uh. Not buying it. Not accepting the fact that he could be trapped in this cesspool of a place for three bloody years]

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

[Mituna has been wandering around aimlessly, and wanders through the door of the bar just as aimlessly. He finds the lighting pleasant, and he moves up to the bar and awkwardly climbs into a seat next to Bond, looking around in wonder.

He takes off the enormous helmet and places it on the bar, revealing that his hair is wild and curling, tumbling into his face.

He leans in close and takes a sniff of the martini, then wrinkles his nose]

Turpentine!

1/3

[last_rat_standing]

[Congratulations, Mituna. You're the first non-human Bond has had the pleasure(?) of seeing. At least the first one that he can't really write off as a human in a costume.

He loses his poker face momentarily as he stares at the... boy?... man?... thing?... he really can't doesn't know what to call him]

[last_rat_standing]

[It's only for a moment, however, before he regains his composure, casually adjusting his cufflinks to give him something else to focus his attention on that ISN'T the strange person sitting next to him]

OK Done XD

[last_rat_standing]

[Cool facade once again solidly in place he picks up his martini and gives the person a sideways look]

Hardly.

[He takes a sip.]

It's a vodka martini.

[Setting the glass down he slightly raises one eyebrow]

It's generally considered rude to... smell... someone else's drink like that, you know. [Oh god what is he saying did he really have to explain that?]

Argh this was so beautiful I'm sorry I'm slow

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

Vodka mutini. [He echoes dutifully, staring openly at the older human. But when he's accused of being rude, he droops slightly] I'm thorry. It thmelled tho bad, though.

lolol no worries!

[last_rat_standing]

[Huh. Okay the strange kid has a lisp in addition to being horribly deformed... or not human... whichever. He is impressed that he apologized, not that he's going to show it, of course.]

If you thought it smelled bad then why on Earth would you voluntarily lean in to smell it again?

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

I dunno. [Wow, rude. Actually, he is both - deformed and not human.

He brushes his hair out of his eyes lightly with a gloved hand, revealing one red and one blue eye, neither of which seem to have pupils. The entire eyeball is the bright colour. An instant later, the hair falls to obscure it again]

Ith thomeone coming?

[last_rat_standing]

[... this just gets stranger by the second doesn't it?]

No. Must there be?

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

[This is what happens when you deal with Mituna]

Um....no?

[He doesn't look at all sure of that, staring wide-eyed from behind his bangs. Basically, he was asking if James was meeting someone here, but he doesn't express himself well.]

I'm here, though!

[So that takes care of that, maybe.]

[last_rat_standing]

[That's what he meant, smartass.]

So you are.

[he raises an eyebrow]

Aren't you a little young to be visiting a bar?

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

[Mituna blinks] Am I? How old do you have to be? I'm lotth and lotth of thweepth.

[last_rat_standing]

Lots of sweeps? [eyebrow]

Generally speaking one needs to be at least eighteen years old to drink at a bar.

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

[Nod nod... huh?] A year? How long ith that?