Hot shot -- come on!

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

It all started with a tragedy. No, not the Santa suit: the Tennessee Alcoholic Beverage Commission. But there's something they didn't count on, that being that nothing says "try me" to two Titans like the judicious application of a stupid law.

Because when the going gets tough, the tough get going. It's dirty, dangerous work, but noble. And when you're good at what you do, it pays off.

All of this is to say that there are two new, smug faces with a strong family resemblance behind the bar tonight. The sign behind them reads simply:

VINTAGE JACK DANIELS WHISKEY
1914-1920, UNOPENED
YOU'RE WELCOME

[[ooc: Two muns, two pups, come one, come all! Here late -- step on up!]]

10:17 PM CST - ZOMG, we love you. Please no new threads, for conservation of brain asplodey. Thanks all! <3

12:12 AM Aaaaand the muns are turning back into pumpkins. Slowtime/fade/what have you? Seriously, you guys are the best. My stomach hurts from all the laughing. Lessthanthree, Milliways. Less than three.

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[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"Hmm," says a tall, slender British man, taking a seat at a barstool. He's feeling a little jolly right now. Music can do that.

"I was going to get my usual. But I can't pass up that special."

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

"We're as far away from usual as you can possibly be!" Prometheus grins, and twists open a beautiful glass bottle.

"Mm! Oh, I think my heart just broke a little from happiness." He pours and slides the shot over. "Give that a try for your jollies."

[2020sight]

"Your heart's gonna be in bad shape by the end of the night, in that case," Epimetheus points out, snagging the bottle and pouring a shot for himself.

[mycursedface]

Medusa had caught sight of them while she was on a table, preening her feathers. And she had frowned, puzzled.

And then she, leather trousars and loose tunic*, had jumped off the table and walked towards them.

And then she had stopped, hands on hips.

"Cousins?" Medusa asked, slowly. "What...what are you doing?"

*not that Medusa in a tunic is a strange sight. She does, has, and always will live in Morocco. Still, the leather trousers are fairly dated...

[2020sight]

Epimetheus perks up (although he was pretty perky to begin with).

"What's it look like?"

He leans his elbows on the bar. "You're looking a lot better, cous'."

[mycursedface]

"You're bartending. And looking very, very smug. And I am better, thank you! Marvellous how nice being alive is!"

Even if she has those twin scars on her throat from Perseus's blade. Even with the faint mourning scars running down her beautiful face.

Still, Epimetheus isn't the only one there, so her dark eyes slide to Promtheus and she tilts her head.

"Prometheus, I guess?"

[will_scarlett]

Whiskey is always good, the singing around the Bar is odd but Will just grins,

"I'll try some, sirs."

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

"You'll be completely satisfied, sir, I think!" With great theatricality, Prometheus fills a glass and plunks it down in front of the fellow. "You familiar with firewater? 'Cause this stuff..." He whistles, at a loss for words.

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, I am, sir."

Will lifts it and just inhales the lovely smell of fine whiskey before taking a good long sip,

"Tis smooth as silk an as firey as my temper."

[cashmere_blazer]

Jack hasn't been in the bar very long. Takes a while for him to get used to things -- the faces, the shit going on outside the window, the fact that this place is, well, a bar. Too much temptation.

He could very well go out that door, straight back home. But he stays. Just to see if he can take it. A strain of masochism, perhaps.

The sign behind the pair of bartenders bears words that call to him in the worst fucking way possible.

One. Big. Cosmic. Joke. Isn't it?

He laughs in a serious way, with a shake of his head, as he bellies up to the bar, biting down on the inside of his lower lip in case he smiles too hard at his own situation.

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Cosmic, maybe not, but metaphysical? In this case, hell yeah.

Prometheus, standing far too at ease to be up to anything good, grins at the fellow. "Evening, buddy. Looking for something special tonight?"

[cashmere_blazer]

That gets rewarded with a smirk. Relief from the tension in his head.

"Oh, I dunno." Vaguely waves a hand around. "A nice, stiff drink that doesn't come with guilt attached to it?"

[eirenikos]

She's blonde, she's immortal and she's wearing a blue shirt with a white peace symbol on the front, plus jeans. There may or may not be a daisy tucked behind one ear.

"Hello!"

:D

[2020sight]

"Eirene!"

Epimetheus spreads his arms, beaming.

"We saved 'em!"

[eirenikos]

Eirene hops briefly onto a stool, and leans over to flash a 'V' with her fingers.

"I'm sure they appreciated being saved, too."

[cutting_edgex23]

X studies the sign for a moment or two, then studies the brothers.

They don't just look alike, after all. They smell similar, too.

"How do you drink it?"

[2020sight]

"Very carefully."

[cutting_edgex23]

X considers this.

"Do you have trouble opening the bottles?"

Broken glass might explain why things need to be opened carefully.

[untiedtheknots]

Well, here's some familiar faces at least.

"Do I even want to know what you've been up to?"

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Prometheus blinks.

It's a genuine double-take.

Then an entirely too happy smile, with an extra helping of shit-eating grin, takes up residence on his face.

"Why, how do, Yak Girl! Fancy seeing you here! As for your question, you absolutely want to know, but further information will be divulged upon thorough questioning."

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis manages not to turn bright red at the mention of 'Yak Girl.'

It's more of a fuchsia, really.

"I see someone has been telling tales out of school." There is a pointed (but fond) glare in Epimetheus' direction.

[basic_powers]

"I'll take a glass of that."

The only upside to Time Travel is if you've got a friend who can save the good booze for you in return for 'favors'.

"And I won't even ask how in hell you managed to get this from the coppers then."

[2020sight]

Epimetheus looks shifty. "Who said anything about coppers?"

Beat.

"Although, y'know, speaking of, ID would be good. We're not looking to get in trouble with the management." He pats the glossy surface of the Bar.

[howling_laugh]

"...good years," Coyote says, eyeing the sign. She takes off her sunglasses to get a better look. Her clothes are spotted with grease again- more maintenance work on the agenda.

"What have you boys been up to?"

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

"Coyote!" Prometheus pours out of a shot and holds it out to her, decidedly giddyvictorious. "This is the sweet taste of circumventing the law. It's just about fit to make you cry, it's so lovely!"