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[makingastatement]

[ Al has clearly taken his time setting up this shot to ensure the whole length of the bar can be seen. It's spruced up for the holiday more or less, glasses at the ready and green and yellow balloons coating the ceiling. Special spirits are presented in the foreground in green bottles or are marked with a green tap. The regular liquor is still on shelf, it's just playing a minor role in the whole arrangement.

Meanwhile, he steps into the foreground to fix his almost too green tie and adjust the collar of his shirt. Respect the imagined completely fabricated authority, folks. ]

Alright listen up, especially all you micks out there. We all know the date and how you like to celebrate your beloved patron saint, but before you really get into it, I'm laying some ground rules for the house. First round of the night is free for everyone, after that it's standard price. If you're gonna stay all night, pony up at the bar and we'll make sure you're set up for the evening.

As for anyone who overstays their welcome or turns up with empty pockets, well, you'll be getting a good, long tour of the back alley. I can personally guarantee it.

So until you get down here for a good time, too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral to you.

(Notes: Bartending at Lucky's and Eden for St. Patrick's-- any and all thirsty folks and shenanigans welcome. Huzzah!)

Comments

Action at Lucky's

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[Meyer looks rough today. He'd done his drinking the day before, on the one day off he'd allowed himself, and the hangover he has today is the worst he's ever had. Still, of course he'd showed up to work. It was going to be a busy night. He approaches the bar and nods wearily at Al.]

Very nice.

[makingastatement]

What happened to you?

[ No seriously. Where have you been? He was under the impression that you lived here, kid. ]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

I took a day off.

[Is it really that shocking?]

[makingastatement]

Looks like you enjoyed yourself.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

I did.

[A pause.]

I'm not anymore.

[makingastatement]

Trying to get a jump on the holiday?

[ He pours a ginger ale and sets it on the counter. ]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

I wasn't about to take today off, not if it's going to be busy, and Ruby keeps telling me I need to "learn how to relax."

[Boy, he hopes it's going to be busy. And he's taking a sip of that ginger ale, whether or not it was intended for him -- his stomach has seen better days.]

action;

[thermonuclear_birdbrain]

[There is a huge four-foot raven, feathers smoking faintly, perched awkwardly outside one of the windows, clutching the edge of the sill and peeking inside with a huge red-orange eye. Jimmy told her to go to a bar to get whiskey, and lots of people are going into this building, so may as well see what's in there...]

action;

[makingastatement]

[ The mass in the window isn't immediately distinguishable, but upon closer inspection it appears to be some kind of bird...on fire. He reaches for what the moment deems as the most appropriate offense-- a pitcher of water-- and takes an uneasy step towards the window, shaking the pitcher indicatively.

Christ. Was it too much to ask for some normalcy? ]

G'wan!

Re: action;

[thermonuclear_birdbrain]

[The bird taps its beak against the glass, not caring one bit about the pitcher of water. Its beak clicks as it speaks, a little strangled in tone, but still clearly audible.]

Hi! Is this where the humans sell whiskey?

action;

[makingastatement]

[ The reply doesn't come immediately. He needs to stare a little longer and really digest what he's looking at. ]

Y-yeah. But if you can't make it through the door without burning the place down, I can't help you out.

[ He's talking to a bird, isn't he? Damn it. ]

action;

[thermonuclear_birdbrain]

[The raven's head tilts to the side, and in a flash of yellow-gold light, it turns into a young woman with raven-black hair. She darts off from the window and enters through the doorway proper. Unlike the bird, she isn't clearly aflame, but the same burning red eye is still on her chest, and her right arm is encased in what looks like a sleek cannon. She walks up to the bar and pushes between a couple of people.]

Hi!

...I have 20 yen. Is that enough for anything you're selling at the bar?

action;

[makingastatement]

[ A brief scan is given to the enthusiastic woman who just entered the bar, but his eyes are back on the window before long as if waiting for the bird to reappear.

Because in his world, birds don't turn into women or vice-versa. ]

You were just out there.

[ He points to the window. ]

What happened to that bird?

Action at Lucky's

[spotlighted]

[Ruby's trying very hard to conceal the awful hangover she has, knowing that she needs to look elegant and professional on stage and not show how rough she really feels. She still can't really believe how much she and Meyer had drank the night before, and she seats herself at the bar to collect herself, only noticing the way it's laid out for the holiday after a moment.]

Impressive.

[makingastatement]

[ He looks over his shoulder from rearranging some bottles to find the source of the compliment. ]

Thanks, Red. Beats the hell out of going to morning service.

[spotlighted]

I can't say that's my idea of a good time, either.

[She takes one of the glasses from the bar top and drains it. Because nothing beats a hangover like just drinking more, right?

Then, after a minute, she squeals in excitement a little as some of the conversation of the previous evening comes back to her through the haze of her pounding headache.]

You've been holding out on me.

[makingastatement]

[ The quick disappearance of the drink is a surprise, but Al sets her up with another, or at least a replacement for the first should she decline. He's not entirely sure what she's getting at, but she seems to be in a good mood. Can't be anything too bad. ]

How's that?

[spotlighted]

[She accepts the second drink gratefully, thinking that she could probably keep going all night again despite her hangover.]

How come you never told me you're Al Capone?

[makingastatement]

[ There's a short, almost uneasy laugh as waits for the catch. ]

I didn't know we were into full names.

(Eden)

[valentineluke]

[Takes quite a bit for one with a nonhuman constitution to get "three sheets to the wind". Not that Luke tried. Curse or no curse, he rarely overindulged and even less so past a pleasant buzz.

Tall, cool, and completely sober stops by to see how business is.] Good that you laid down the ground rules beforehand, Al.

[makingastatement]

Fair warning.

[ A warning, anyway. ]

Place seems to stay pretty steady.

[valentineluke]

[Leans forward; lowers his voice] One that's earned you respect. The non-human patrons will keep their holiday rowdiness in check.

[makingastatement]

Non-human.

Is that what they're calling the Irish nowadays?

[valentineluke]

[Chuckles]

In all seriousness, [and he is, but softens it with a smile] that along with 'otherwise', 'creature', 'humanoid' and or 'being' are acceptable common usage terms down here. Avoid 'monster' and never address anything resembling human as 'human' unless you're one-hundred percent positive that is in fact what they are. Those two words are considered as slurs by some.

[makingastatement]

How am I gonna know?

[ While alert, he's not frightened. Up until recently, human was the only hundred percent. ]