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

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes, they are a more recent invention," Dr. Lecter agrees. "But not altogether -- grog and mulled wine existed in your time, too."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"But that isn't one alcohol being mixed with another", he points out. "They're wine and spices, or rum and water."

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"Some mixed drinks are just alcohol and fruit juice, or the like," Dr. Lecter says. "So it's not all that far off."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"Ah." He nods. "For the flavour, not the potency."

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"Just so," Lecter says. "You get Campari orange, for example, which is just a bitter, red liqueur from Italy with orange juice, over ice. Very pretty colour."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"But worth drinking, one would hope, rather than admiring."

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes," Dr. Lecter says. "We should find ourselves some at the next place."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"Absolutely", James agrees cheerfully, "if they're likely to serve it."

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes," Lecter says. "Campari is pretty standard."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"Then by all means, we should."

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

Lecter finishes his Sazerac. "Then let's go find the next bar, and Campari."