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[makingastatement]

I can accept a lot from this place: people coming and going, weird urges, at least weird to most of us, or some jokers trying to imitate the dead to catch us off-guard--

[ There's...bleating off screen, followed by a female voice. ]

Don't act like you know what you're talking about. You're just as new as me.

--but being paired up with a farm animal? Even a talking one...that just ain't responsible.

[ The goat's eyes twinkle as she raises her head into the camera, chewing on a pair of socks pleasantly. There appears to be something of a scuffle for the limited camera space before the video feed finally switches off. ]

(Notes: Al's got the dæmon curse this weekend. Journal or action responses are all welcome! Anyone that runs into Sofonisba (Yes, I named her. Ahem.) at the bar or on the streets will find out pretty quickly that she is very curious and, much like her human counterpart, is not afraid to go after what she wants. This can be anything from headbutting into you if you're in her way to going after your food and/or pants.)

Comments

[deadmanbusiness]

Dull would be nice sometimes. I would love some quiet time.

[Brothers are brothers even if there's six thousand years difference, right?]

We've got whiskey right?

[He peers over the counter.] Did Meyer hide the Milton stuff?

[makingastatement]

[ Absolutely, bro. Absolutely. ]

Hey. He might own the joint, but everything that happens back here? That's my action.

[ And up from under the counter comes one aforementioned bottle o' booze. ]

[deadmanbusiness]

Hah. Good. Because that is from my world and some of the best damn stuff I've ever had.

Have you tried it yet?

[makingastatement]

Nah. If it's anything like your world, gods walking around and the like, I'm sure that shit'll clean my clock.

[deadmanbusiness]

It is a controlled substance in some places. But a sip's not going to clean your clock if you've got a good tolerance.

[makingastatement]

Which he doesn't. [ She's just chiming in for the moment before going back to chewing on a tasty rag that no one seems to miss.

And all at once, his mind has changed. ]

Between not wanting to be rude and spiting that goat, let's have a drink.

[ He sets out two glasses, gesturing for Theo to do the honors. ]

[deadmanbusiness]

[Oh dear...]

Sounds good enough to me.

[He'll pour two glasses. Not full, of course, because while he's half god, he only has a decent tolerance.]

[makingastatement]

[ Taking one of the short glasses, he studies the liquid briefly before he raises it in a toast. ]

Salute.

[ All apprehension aside, he shoots the drink. ]

[deadmanbusiness]

Salute!

[Theo does not shoot the drink. He's had it before. It gets him pretty knackered.

It is probably the best damn whiskey Al's ever had and very alcoholic, very fast.]

[makingastatement]

[ And holy shit is it ever, maybe even concerning to a point. Granted the taste of the alcohol here has been a drastic improvement from the watered down stuff back home but... ]

Christ. This better not be the only bottle we have of this.

[ He's going to have to remember to keep an eye on this one. ]

[deadmanbusiness]

It is. It was payment for the damage the kittens did. My co-worker's family makes it and apparently he was doing a delivery when he got brought here so he had some bottles on him.

Five thousand dollars a bottle.

I've thought about making a trade for some more.

[makingastatement]

[ At that price, it better be the best damn drink he's ever had. Still, it does do something for the allure.

Then again that could be the alcohol talking. ]

I'm guessing this co-worker of yours doesn't trade for colored coins?