It's St. Paddy's day! Everyone's Irish tonight.

[uberboned]

Who: Staff and patrons of The Purgatory. (SO TOTALLY OPEN)
When: March 17th
Where: The Purgatory.
Summary: So maybe St. Patrick's Day has nothing to do with Gabriel or the Purgatory- that's no reason not to have a huge shindig.
Warnings: Drinking and excessive partying.

[The Purgatory has been decorated to resemble a large Irish pub, all metal and glitz replaced by elegantly carved wood with green-glass mirrors and lamps and cozy green drapes and velvet chairs and faux-emeralds giving it the impression that the Emerald City may well have thrown up on an Irish Pub. Drinks tailored for the holiday are all half-off and the cover charge has been removed for anyone who remembers to wear green inside- if you don't, then you'll have to pay and the wait staff are under orders to pinch you all night long. That's what you get for not participating, moron.

The music, thankfully, is just catchy Europop and nothing with fiddles or folk tunes, so the dance floor is as active as ever, but there's nothing on stage tonight, just the general atmosphere of a bunch of people with an awesome and socially acceptable excuse to get drunk.... Getting drunk.

YEEEEAH.]

Comments

[paterelohim]

[Chuck is already feeling the buzz, so he gets daring.]

Why not try "please"?

[thelightbringer]

Are you trying to teach me manners? This is a bar. I think the fact I'm not starting a brawl makes me a 'gentleman'.

[Every time Chuck looks their way the puppy is so excited to see grandpa Chuck, ohmygod, come pet me, please]

[defineshinky]

[Wendy laughs, appreciating Ella's kindness.] Hi works too. I've done the serving thing before, I know how it goes.

Hi Ella, I'm Wendy.

[She extends her hand for the other girl to shake.]

[defineshinky]

[She merely cocks an eyebrow in response, but even that is full of friendly sass.]

Well it's interesting to meet you, Damon. And yeah, I keep hearing about the super cool powers. What did you get?

[defineshinky]

The ripped woman on the Network? [She holds up her watch which is still placed on her wrist. Habit ensures that she never takes it off.] I saw her too. Kinda thought this thing went wonky for a minute.

So I guess you're a "newcomer" [She even does the air quotes.] like me?

[acclimatized]

Yeah. I never did ask what was up with that. [ john murmurs into his glass. he figures it's a bit bad form, like asking a lady how much she weighs or how old she is, so he never brought it up.

he smiles faintly at the air quotes. ] Don't like the term?

[dilemma]

[ Ah, the infamous powers question. He's been waiting for to be asked so plainly by someone so oblivious (a nice change of pace), but this was a delicate matter. Eventually she'd figure it out and he certainly prefers slow playing his aces. ]

I can be persuasive. Compelling, even. [ Not quite a lie, but never the whole truth. ] I take it you're not acquainted with yours yet?

[ella_of_frell]

It's hard on the feet - and other parts of the body - occasionally, but it makes up for it with conversation and meeting interesting people.

[ She catches herself short of curtseying into the greeting, and shakes Wendy's hand instead. ]

Nice to meet you, Wendy. How are you liking it here, so far?

[classdismissed]

[She gets treated to not one, but two waitresses pinching Griffin before he even makes it to the bar. He scowls at both of them and both of them walk away giggling rather than being mollified. He comes back with Anna's drink and his Irish Ale and he's grumbling.]

It's a stupid rule.

[socius]

[And what is Anna doing? Watching very, very amusedly as he gets nipped and pinched two and from the bar. Amused angel is very amused.]

Should've worn something green. [It's tempting to whip something up, but that would be a bit ... yeah. However! She can do this:]

Wanna borrow this? [Why yes, she did just pull a shamrock mardi gras-style necklace out of her pocket of nothing.]

[socius]

[Well hello there, Roomie!]

Didn't plan on it originally. Not always fun hanging out where you work on your days off. [She nods towards Griffin at the bar though- he'll be busy for a while, having run into one of his own friends.] Thought it'd be fun, though.

[vw_coyote]

I can understand that. [She glances down the bar at Griffin.]

How are you and him?

[Because she's nosy.]

YEEEEEAH

[parentingfail]

[Don't judge, Mercy. There are far stupider people far drunker than him in this bar.]

Why wouldn't I be? St. Patrick's day, everyone has to get shitfaced. S'tradition.

[And he punctuates that with a swig of his drink. Classy.]

I just rewatched that episode last night...

[vw_coyote]

[Mercy chuckled and shook her head.]

Not a tradition I subscribe to. Just be glad you have tomorrow off of work.

[Because working in a garage with a hangover sucks.]

[classdismissed]

Yeah, yeah.

[He eagerly takes the necklace from her, grateful for something green. He drapes it over his head with one hand, letting it fall down to his neck.]

Look at you, prepared. Should've guessed you're a big fan of this holiday. [gringringrin]

[defineshinky]

Oh God, you don't get groped, do you? I'll lay the smackdown if I gotta.

[Her nose wrinkles as she considers the questions.] It's... not dull, I'll say that much. Would be better if it were a voluntary trip.

[defineshinky]

[Unfortunately for Damon, Wendy is quick on the uptake and not afraid to ask questions.]

So do you mean in a silver tongue, dirty politician kind of way or a "look into my eyes and my wish is your command" kind of way?

[She won't answer until you do.]

[defineshinky]

Probably for the best. You wouldn't like to make her angry, I bet.

[She shrugs.] Just strikes me as funky. Conjures up dystopian images, you know?

[parentingfail]

[He laughs, a little too loud and long.]

Why? Can't you handle work after a little drinking?

[You're talking to the man who's been perfecting the art of functioning with a hangover for over twenty years.]

Let me tell you, there's a hell of a lot worse things to do hungover than fixing shitty cars.

[vw_coyote]

I don't get drunk.

[Because she works with the Fae and being drunk around them is a Bad Idea. She tips her beer in his direction.]

I'll take your word for it. I generally just go to work beaten up. Then, well, working on a car is interesting when you've got a broken collar bone and dislocated shoulder.

[acclimatized]

[ john gets the reference and chuckles. ]

Never thought about it like that before... well, probably helps that it's lively tonight. Hi, I'm John.

[ella_of_frell]

No, not here - Well, not often anyway. Sometimes someone has a wee bit too much to drink, and they get a little grabby. But that's what we have bouncers for - to tell the nice little lads and lassies that they've had enough and it was time to go home.

I've not had much trouble here. [ And she grins, nodding agreement. ]

Yeah, I'd have to say the same. I mean, aside from the monsters and the companies and things. I've made some really good friends here - I'll really miss them, when I go back.

[paterelohim]

[Okay, okay, he gives- time to reach over and pet the goddamn puppy omg.]

House rules, bro.

/too tired to nitpick but does it anyway

[thelightbringer]

All right. Please make it worth the scowling and possible banning Sam Merlotte would give us if he knew I was here supporting the enemy.

[Somehow, that's better than just straight up asking for a drink. This is your son's logic at work.

Frasier wriggles under Chuck's hand, not licking him (he only licks Michael) but in heaven just by getting attention.]

/hopefully sense-making omg

[paterelohim]

Whatever, man. A bar and a cabaret club aren't really overlapping their audiences that much.

[Still petting the puppeh omg, and not making a single move to make that drink.]