Fired? Must be Wednesday.

[zenigatcha]

"Son of a BITCH!"

The door just bangs open, which is not uncommon when Zenigata makes an appearance -- especially if he's midjob. This time, he has the sparse things that he keeps at his desk in a box under one arm, and his long coat under the other. There's not a lot in there - a tiny spider plant that's seen better days, some photos, half-drunk booze, and a lot of instant ramen cartons. 

When he realizes he's kicked the door in to Milliways and not his apartment he has to register it while he's all but snorting like an irate bull. Then he stomps, grumbling, to a booth, sets his things down.

When he turns to find a pack of waitrats just staring at him, he modulates down a notch, still flush-faced and angry but no longer shouting. "Bottle of my favorite whiskey, burger with everything, side of chips."

The waitrats vanish to handle his order, and Zenigata sits down in a slouch, radiating barely capped rage. He's a pressure cooker stressed to the limit and his slow release lever arrives in a bottle of Hibiki 17 Year. He pours himself a drink, downs it, pours himself another, and takes this one a little bit slower.

He's not going to stop until there's more than one empty bottle on the table, though.

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[have_no_mercy]

"Whiskey's a good choice."

Tess observes from a nearby table.

"Bad day?"

[zenigatcha]

"Whiskey," Zenigata says from his spot as he lifts his glass and tips his hat in salute, "is the best choice."

Then it's gone.

He's not drinking cheap whiskey, either.

"Bad, yes. Frustrating, of course," Zengiata gestures with his now empty glass, to try and encompass how everything is like that. "I have to endure bureaucratic stupidity! Nothing worse than pencil pushing, dime counting salarymen with no ambition beyond existing in middle-management. They exist in everything! Even in law enforcement!"

[have_no_mercy]

Sometimes the cheap stuff is worth it.

"There's stupidity everywhere. It's not limited to bureaucrats. And on behalf of the pencil pushing, dime counting salarymen in management, ouch."

[zenigatcha]

Sometimes it is. But Zenigata's going to have nice whiskey while he can get it at any time in the magic bar. No reason to drink paint thinner if you don't have to.

"Ahh, it's-- it's more than that, too. It's office politics! It's national politics on top of office politics. Lupin's made someone look bad, I get the blame because Lupin's not in jail, some hoighty-toighty Frenchman pulls strings and I'm released from Interpol." He sips at his next whiskey. "I bet by Friday I'll be reinstated."

Sadly, that is definitely a winning bet.

[have_no_mercy]

"A corrupt law enforcement agency."

She sips at her own drink, very boring tea.

"How unimaginable."

There's some sarcasm for him.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian enters with his head down and glaring over his shoulder, his hand resting lightly on his belt near his blaster but not on it. The Imps are being annoying today and his asset didn't have much to share.

When he realizes he's in Milliways, he allows himself to relax marginally and pauses at Zenigata's table, he recognizes that kind of anger, "Good whiskey?"

[zenigatcha]

"Very good whiskey," Zengiata grumbles, still steaming out his ears.

[childofrebellion]

"Someone you'd rather be punching instead of drinking?"

He asks with a nod to a seat, he's not going to sit yet, Zenigata might not want company.

[zenigatcha]

"Not that it'd do any good, but yes!"

The waitrats skirt nearby to deliver his burger, which he drags over. At least he hasn't started chain smoking while eating. He gestures, though. Yes, sit down, he'll yell very loudly regardless.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian sits and when the rat comes over, orders himself a glass of ale and a burger too, his last meal was a while ago,

"Why wouldn't it do any good?"

[skyhigh_seance]

When the food appears, Klaus arrives not too much later than that, fast hands snatching a chip.

"Drinking without me? Now that's a tragedy." Klaus declares, taking up the entirely of a seat opposite with splayed limbs and the posture of a limp noodle.

[zenigatcha]

"Klaus!"

Genuinely surprised, Zenigata blinks-- hasn't seen the skinny little man in a while, but you know, he's probably been off doing whatever... thing he does. He's not sure. Being a very pretty strung out junkie, maybe?

"Bottle's right there. Whiskey's the poison of choice tonight," he adds, before he savagely bites off part of his burger and chews grumpily.

[skyhigh_seance]

Being an exceedingly pretty and sexy strung out junkie, thank you very much.

"Mmm, danke." He takes it as given that he's going to get part of that bottle, and helps himself.

[zenigatcha]

Zenigata is emotional enough he forgets that he lectured the man a bit and watched him for troubling signs of substance abuse. Mostly because he's in the throes of his own alcoholism when something sets him off. Binge drinking can be killer!

"Don't get too crazy," he grumbles. "Since I'm paying."

There, he's given his token warning right before he takes another bite of his burger.

[skyhigh_seance]

"Moi? Crazy? You jest." He laughs as he downs half his glass. "I am a poster child for propriety at all times."

[space_puffin]

A bottle down, Puffy comes wanddling over. He's got a collar on him with a small speaker on it. Hopping up onto the bench across from Zenigata he chirrups which translates into "Hello!" from the speaker.

[zenigatcha]

Zenigata startle; his plate is empty now, he's broken into the shitty liquor he had in his office desk drawers, and now he's got a... talking... birdthing.

What the fuck.

"Is that an Alexa?" he asks, because he has been drinking himself stupid for a bit here.

[space_puffin]

Puffy missed the food!?!?!? TRAGEDY!!!!

"My name is Puffy! I'm a porg!" He sniffs the plate looking for some sort of crumb or something.

[zenigatcha]

There are crumbs. A little bit of lettuce left. That's all. The food doesn't last long when Zenigata's inhaling it and liquor in a rage.

"Alexa," Zenigata repeats, thoughtful as he looks at the little birdthing. "Alexa, play... ....what's good music to be drunk to. Play a drunk playlist, Alexa."

[space_puffin]

Well, lettuce is food. Food is food. Puffy helps himself to the lettuce. If Zenigata wanted it, he would have eaten it. Like everything else.

At the continuing mention of Alexa he looks around. "Who is Alexa?"

[sunbaked_baker]

She doesn't have to come out into the bar to know who shouted so when they came in.

He's got a distinctive voice.


So when Zenigata is partway into his burger, chips, and whiskey, a plate bearing a gigantic cinnamon roll - freshly iced and fragrantly steaming - and a thick dark slice of Bitter Chocolate Death are added to his table.

[zenigatcha]

Catching movement from the corner of his eye, Zenigata pauses, only to pick up his napkin and clean his face because he's been a very aggressive eater. But he knows who delivers sweets like that.

"Ahh, Sunshine-chan. Heard me all the way into the kitchen, then?" That makes him a little chagrined. He leans back in his booth seat, and smiles ruefully. "

[sunbaked_baker]

"Just a bit," she smiles, all wry good humor. She looks tired, but better than the other evening. "Your voice carries really well."

[zenigatcha]

"Years of having to order large teams of cops -- and demanding Lupin stop what he's doing," Zenigata said, and his expressions turns into a wry twist to his lips. "Sorry."

He works on finishing up his burger, because he's going to want to dig into that.

"What's the cake called?" Death of Marat was one name, so ... is this one as weird.

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae waves away his apology - clearly something's happened to warrant the earlier exclamation.

"Bitter Chocolate Death," she replies with a wry grin. Yup, just as weird. "It's not terribly sweet, just very intense. My second-best seller, after the cinnamon rolls."