margarita mixer mingle mlog

[itselbitch]

characters: eliot waugh, and YOU
location: the invincible, bar area
date/time: sept 26, what constitutes eliot's evening, but whatever time it would be for everyone else
content: eliot has way too much tequila and wants to share some of his delicious extra añejo gold with all of you. with a little friendly negotiation, he's taken over the bar and is mixing up drinks for anyone who shows up. kid friendly options available. also there is homemade chips, queso, salsa, and even pan de muertos because eliot's an overachiever. buen provecho!

also there's probably going to be a lime shortage after this until the next ship arrives.
warnings: alcohol, probably some language




Wait, is this a. Party? At The Invincible? Who? What? Why?

Unfortunately, there is no announcement. There aren't even any invitations. It all seems to get set up in the span of minutes, and now there's clearly some sort of fiesta going on. That's all to plan though. See, as an experienced party thrower, Eliot knows no one's actually invited to a good party. The right people just show up, and the rest is history.

So come on over! Have a seat! The smell of fresh food and lime beckons!


THE BAR

Eliot's stationed behind the bar counter, waiting to mix on order whatever you request. Obviously the special today is margaritas, and he's highly recommending it, especially since he's using the good stuff that Beacon seems to have no idea exists, but if you really want to order something else, he'll comply. You filthy heathen.

There are also spirits helping him serve up drinks, but even though he taught them how to make a proper marg, it seems like they're not at all as good at mixing as Eliot is.

Along the bar are various, colorful bowls filled with homemade chips that Eliot whipped up earlier in the day. The bowls are even charmed to keep the chips toasty for so that you don't have to worry about a sad, cold chip! Dipping options include a few varieties of salsa, a refreshing guacamole blend, and a hearty queso.

SEATING AREA

The entire area is decorated in colorful streamers and paper crafts, reminscent of a Mexican festival. Some of the tables have paper-craft skulls colored to look like sugar skulls and there are even a few delicious loaves of pan de muertos waiting to be devoured. "But Eliot! It's not October yet!" No, it's not, but his margarita party is now! Enjoy it anyway!

Of course there are also tables here with chips and your choices of dip. Have at it! He can't possibly eat all these as leftovers, and Quentin doesn't need even more snacks in his diet.

There are some coloring sheets left out on a couple tables too, with markers and crayons available if anyone wants to color any. Eliot thought about using paper cutouts of sugar skulls as decorations before he figured out his paper-craft. While he decided against them, coloring them in might be entertaining for someone else.

Would you also like to make your own paper-craft skull? Well, then lucky you! There are also stencils traced onto paper and (safety) scissors for you to cut them out with. You'll find that they have a tab that slots into a slit to keep it all together without any tape. How fancy is that?

(( this is a mingle log! feel free to make you own top-levels and tag around! eliot is available at the bar for chatting and orders. ))

Comments

ORDER UP

[itselbitch]

[ there's that really tall guy who's way too well dressed for this place standing behind the bar and making a whole show of everything he serves up. it's almost like he's competed in a contest for most pretentious bartender and won grand prize before. still, whether you know him or not, he does always offer a comfortable, small smile and a nod.

how about something to drink? ]

[pure_havoc]

[don't mind if he do! except...]

What exactly is this?

[he's open to trying new booze but ease him into it, his wine repertoire is already weak]

Re: ORDER UP

[lunchbreaks]

[ It wasn't like Aziraphale hadn't enjoyed a good party in his life, but he wasn't in the mood for one tonight. He'd been dragged out of the house by Crowley, and so here he is, wondering what it is he wants. ]

One margarita and-- ah, what do you recommend?

[withsadness]

One!

[Mary slaps down an acorn that she found in the forest as if in payment. One what? She has no idea. Because she doesn't really know how this works. Bartender's choice!]

[equinoctials]

[ It's not actually his first mixer. It's just usually a bunch of island kids with whatever they nicked out of their parents kitchens and basements stirring up stuff with the fruits of their tropical home, with far less panache and probably 100% more red Solo cup.

It's not even his first mixer here, and Riku, who spent the first few minutes upon emerging into this controlled chaos looking out of his element, set off to do what he's done before.

Doesn't mingle. But he does look out for people who have gone a little overboard, it's why he comes up to the bar again to ask, probably the fourth time: ]

Water. Uh- [ A turn of his head as he makes a mental headcount, absently reaching for one of those homemade nachos as he leans against the bar. Fair payment. They're good. ] -better make it five. There a tray anywhere I can borrow?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Seating area

[While he was technically invited for this, and thus came prepared, parties are not and have never been Quentin's favorite place to be. So, he's holed up in a corner, sitting crossed-legged on his chair with his lantern nailed to the wall behind him for reading light. There's a book in his hands and paper plate of snacks perched in the table to his left and a glass with just a few mouthful's of Margarita left in it.

He is very much giving off vibes of 'I'm not even here', even if he does look up every time the door opens or someone passes close by his table, hoping to find some of the people he kind of knows already or finish this book. Which ever comes first.]

[equinoctials]

[ There's a good few of them who don't reside at the Invincible or in the cabins of the village, Riku, he and his friends took up residence at the boathouse, a little ramshackle shack near the docks the ferry comes to each month. One by one, they disappeared or died or went off somewhere, so it's just him now.

And the boathouse has no plumbing. Since the first day he got here, Riku's been a regular at the Invincible but not in the way anyone might expect - he finds an unoccupied room, whether there's a true vacancy or the owner is just out - and helps himself to the shower.

Every day, unless he's out on some exploration. The timing this time just so happens to make it feel like he's emerging into a totally changed Invincible, a party already starting as he edges into the main bar area out of the hall, his hair still damp and eyes wary.

This isn't even his scene, to start with, he's more introverted than his friends had been, only seemed cool and aloof because he was too awkward to go chatting strangers up. It's not to say an effort won't be made for the sake of community - but he's likely to be the guy handing water to (and watching over) anyone who's eventually had too much to drink. ]

[originallutece]

[First of all, he'd better not be using her showers, the little shit, because if she finds silver hair in her bathroom it's all over.

Second of all: they can at least bond over being bewildered by the Invincible. This is a lot to walk into after a day in the lab, when all she'd really had in mind was settling in with a good book and some supper.

She still takes a table, and, after some thought, one single drink. Perhaps she's becoming a bit reliant on them, but so it goes. She's dead, anyway, it's not like it matters. But so: she takes up watching the party, and as she does, she notices him, of course.]

Why is it at every party we've been to, you constantly assign yourself the role of waiter?

[Come here, water boy. Rosalind beckons as she calls that out.]

[equinoctials]

[ No sooner than Riku's turned away from where he'd planted down a bottle of water for someone who was probably already dozing off one or two too many margaritas, he hears her. It jostles a puff of laughter out of him, his head shakes because it doesn't matter if this is the second such party, he's been called out on his habit of taking care of strangers. ]

Should've known you couldn't resist.

[ A mild tease, considering how they met. Riku approaches. So much has happened, so much has changed since the wake. It's almost all new faces if he takes a quick glance around. ]

The drinks are free.

[originallutece]

They are. And yet somehow, you content yourself with water.

[Not that that's a bad thing. Not that he ought to sink into vices. But she's honestly a little surprised he hasn't in some form or another, simply by virtue of living here.]

Are you going to hop to on my orders if I ask you to fetch me cigarettes, or do you only do water?

[sauntered_downward]

[It's Crowley.

He is an avid partier. He likes all the fun bits of a party, especially the drinking bit. He'll take the dancing and debauchery, too, but only on his own terms. Right now, find him at a table with a margarita, sitting across from his favorite angel, who was subsequently dragged out to this for his own good.

They couldn't just be cooped up in the cabin drinking wine all of the time, even though that's basically what they've been doing with their lives for the last few centuries or so.]

So they can't find decent wine, but someone managed to come up with a bit of sour mix for these?

[withsadness]

Does it taste good?

[It sure looks like it tastes good. But she's not allowed to have the fancy adult drinks. Still, hello, she's helping herself to a seat at their table. She goes here, now.

She's very bold. And besides, I owed you a thread.]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley looks over the rim of his glass at what appears to be a child who has joined them.

Crowley, for all of his asinine behavior and gruffness, likes children. They're the pinnacle of human innocence. There's something different about this one, he can't quite put his finger on what it is, though.]

Come to enjoy the party, have you?

[withsadness]

Yes! I really like parties.

[They're a brand new and amazingly fun experience! Sometimes, people die during them, apparently. But, there's always something tasty.]

Are you having fun?

[originallutece]

Are you truly complaining?

[She would honestly prefer to be cooped up drinking wine, but so it goes when you live above a bar. So here she is, sipping a margarita with a slight face, like it's somewhat offended her.

At least the company isn't entirely loathsome, though. She takes a seat, one leg crossing over the other.]

You're not obligated to be here, you realize.

[sauntered_downward]

Complaining, no. Stating fact, yes.

[he holds up his own margarita]

If they can make this, then I should be able to get something better than a table red in this place.

[originallutece]

Why not play bartender, then? Or is it more the opposition's habit to turn water into decent wine?

[Ha ha, she make joke. There's a slight edge to her smile, because Crowley's proven himself someone who will push back, and she always likes that.

[evulsed]

[ Vanitas doesn't mingle, and he certainly hasn't made any sort of active effort to do it since he suddenly and abruptly found himself alone. But then, Vanitas has spent most of his existence alone. The only difference now was that instead of it being forced on him by the Master that abandoned him in the desert, he was constantly surrounded by people reminding him of exactly what he is:

nothing like them.

But he needs to fill his days with something. Usually, it's laying listlessly in his bed upstairs or curled up on the trapdoor of the Church— but today something is happening in the pub so Vanitas wends his way down to check it out.

It's some kind of party, that much is clear, but he doesn't bother asking what it's about. Instead, his eyes go directly to the food and Vanitas makes a beeline for the pan de muertos. So he can be found loitering at the bar, stuffing his face with sugar while his Unversed perches on the stool he isn't sitting on, holding his black-flame lantern. ]

[withsadness]

[Here comes Mary to join (ruin?) the fun.

A girl on a mission, she crawls her way between the barstools, trying to catch her victim by surprise! She's doing her best not to trip over her skirt as she does so, and puts her finger to her lips in a shh gesture as she catches sight of the Unversed. Don't! Blow! Her cover!]

[evulsed]

[ Mostly she's lucky Vanitas isn't looking down— but then, why would he be doing that to begin with? It's not like he's expecting someone to be crawling between the barstool legs to get at him. And depsite his constant hyper-vigilance, maybe the very fact there's enough noise and people in the room for Vanitas to expect some people to brush past him stop him from noticing when Mary is almost on him.

In fact, he's looking the opposite direction, pulling bread apart between his fingers and watching Eliot pour a drink. His Unversed watches Mary, unblinking because it doesn't have any eyelids, but when it tilts it's head the lantern leans with it and tinkles gently. ]

[withsadness]

[This is amazing and she's so close to victory! Carefully, Mary adjusts herself into a pouncing position...]

Boo!

[She jumps the gun, though, and when she leaps, her footing is off, and she goes crashing into...the back of his knees.]

[equinoctials]

[ Not that Riku's been actively searching for Vanitas all that often - like he said to M.K., they're not friends. Neither is he avoiding him, even if they've been at each other's throats nearly as many times as Riku's extended a kind of olive branch.

He's surprised to find him here, less surprised to see him going directly for the sweets. Saw something similar back at the wake, like he'd just discovered junk food and couldn't get enough. ]

How'd you survive?

[ No preamble, not when Riku just slides into a bar stool with a glass drained down to about a half-inch of cloudy-pale yellow and a sliver of lime. He looks at the Unversed clutching the other boy's lantern and...

...might have slid his glass closer to it, with the carefully curated expression that is neither innocent nor too mischievous. ]

Who healed you? After the spirits ran wild?

[ Hi, Vanitas. Where the heck have you been? ]

[evulsed]

[ They don't talk, not really. It doesn't matter that they'd both gone out to search for Sora, or that they'd been at one another's throats after the expedition to the Lighthouse— and it certainly doesn't matter that Riku had been there, however briefly, when Vanitas just started his haunting of the church.

If Vanitas could turn his own pain outward, he might take it upon himself to follow Riku around— the last tie to their world— just to make sure he could keep a finger on the pulse of what he's doing. But the fact is, the yawn in his chest has been so all consuming that Vanitas hasn't cared to do it.

He isn't expecting to see that slash of silver, sliding in next to him like he has every right to be there. Vanitas turns his eyes on him, derisively glancing at his empty glass before going back to his face. Who healed you. Vanitas still has the scar Elden left him, a broad sun with a pinched center in the middle of his chest. Sometimes it still aches. Vanitas isn't sure if that's just because it's a new scar, or because it had been light poured directly into his body. ]

Why? Planning on doing something else stupid?

[darkeyed]

<sub>[Extra drinks on offer in the one and only place a dead man can get a drink in lieu of a hit of opium? Sold.

M.K. doesn't much care what's in the glasses or how expertly they're flavored; he mechanically puts back mouthfuls like one of those toy drinking birds that bobs for water on a timer. When he gets tired of the drinks (or they tire of him), he'll leave, and do it all again another day (night), but for now, he's here. And with two of the margaritas in hand.

One finds a home in front of Vanitas. He's always meant to talk to the other again--being in the bar at the same time's as good an opportunity as any.]</sub>

One of these again?

_{[The question is directed at the Unversed, which he puts out a finger to poke in a Pillsbury Doughboy move.]}

It's a different shape than last time.

[evulsed]

[ Vanitas looks first at the drink, it's bright color with it's stupid little fruit on it, clearly intended for him the way the other guy had placed it on the counter— and then looks up at the offending party to supply it.

His eyes stay on M.K., even as his attention is on the Unversed on the stool. It turns around to face him, holding the black lantern with it's black flame up and away from the approaching hand, as if to keep it safe. The creature is solid, but it's cold to the touch. It transfers the lantern to one ear and uses the other to push M.K.'s hand away with a surprising amount of strength for something that looks like a misshapen rabbit. ]

That's because it's a different kind, moron.