Bite they little heads off! Nibble on they tiny feet!

[baedalites]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Catenrat party.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Givdi the 22nd of Toidaren
Notes: The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread. When your characters are ready to leave, they'll be given a little wooden cheese, a glass fish, and a voucher for a big basket of snacks.
Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Above the doorway and wound through a few of the sets of antlers some enterprising soul has placed a garland decorated with little blue and green fish.

Comments

[norea]

Just then, the bartender manages to actually get their drinks to them; she gives the man her most gracious smile and thank-you, aware that he's probably having quite a day at work, even if the tips ought to be good. When she returns her attention to Jim, it's with a glass in hand.

"Well, I'll follow your lead," Hasibe decides, "There are so many people in here, I'm going to have to stick close by you so I don't get caught in the crowd."

Her reasons are wholly practical, you see? As for those ideas, there is a moment when she bites her lower lip a little in that smile, the gesture not entirely as calculated as it could be, but...it's not without purpose, either.

[captaincocksure]

"Thank you!" Jim calls after the bartender, because one must always be good to the people who can get you more booze. And so he also offers Hasi a warm thank you, and his arm.

"Come on. Come sit with me for a few minutes before I try to track down my reclusive CMO."