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. ))

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[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? ]

[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. ]

[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?

[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. ]