Milli-timed to Tuesday the 28th - New Orleans Mardi Gras

[mogget_cat]

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -

"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...



(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)

Comments

[have_no_mercy]

And yet if he'd done the same with Sherlock he'd think it was perfection.

"I thought I already had one at the bar. Of course you're not a frat boy..."

[just_cant_lose]

No one ever said he doesn't have double standards. Sherlock makes things extraordinary by default.

'How dare you. As if.'

Bleurgh. Jim pulls a face.

'But I'm not currently at the bar, which is the issue here. Here, though-' he gestures expansively, '-you have a city of drunk and willing men at your disposal.'

[have_no_mercy]

She smiles, a rare sight this evening.

"None of whom interest me."

Which is the real problem. She's not quite as loose as she appears.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim doesn't think she's loose at all.

'Interest has nothing to do with it, darling. Distraction, that's all.'

[have_no_mercy]

Especially not at the moment.

"That's you, not me."

She sighs and takes a big gulp of her drink.

"I need more of these."

[just_cant_lose]

'I'm just offering recommendations, up to you what you do.'

He half-turns, pauses until he catches the bartender's eye, and holds a fifty up to get him over.

'Give the lady what she wants,' he tells him lazily, looking back in Sherlock's direction.

But the bartender is pretty hot, Tess. He's just saying. Or not saying, because it speaks for itself.

[have_no_mercy]

"Which I appreciate."

She knows she's a big girl and can make her own decisions.

But the bartender is pretty hot, so she shoots him a smile and holds up her glass requesting another.

[just_cant_lose]

He glances back too, and lets his smile spread.

'You could show her the true meaning of Mardi Gras while you're at it, kid,' he says, and tucks the fifty into the boy's top pocket.

'I'm going to love you and leave you, darling. My own hot piece of ass will be getting thirsty, and not in the fun kind of way.'

He straightens up, and nabs Sherlock's drink. He's got a whole lot more trouble to cause tonight.

'Try to enjoy yourself, yes? And don't get killed, the bar'll be even more boring if you can't manage to keep yourself alive.'

[have_no_mercy]

That earns the bartender a wink.

"I'll do what I can. And give my best to the boy."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim snorts at that, but he's smiling too.

'Of course, my dear.'

And he's gone, disappearing into the dark of the crowd like he was never there.