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.

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Bar area:

[baedalites]

To combat the cold as well as the pain of social endeavours, drinks can be obtained at happy hour prices. Beers in pitchers, whiskey in heavy crystal glasses, shots of some concentrated liquor that burns on the way down but is not, apparently, called tequila. Also some wintry specials such as eggnog and spiced, stove-top heated red wine. The sound of the jukebox is heard over noisy conversation, and people camp at bar-edge for access.

[thenormalsquint]

Of course if Angela felt like behaving herself tonight (or any other night, really) she would have made a pit stop at the dinner table before the bar, but in her ever partying mind, the bar was closer and what's the point of walking all that way just to turn around and come back? There isn't one to be seen by her and besides, the bar is where all the interesting people seem to be and they are who she's chatting up in between drinks.

For now she's sticking to the eggnog, but Angela's history with eggnog is a long and sordid one. At least there are no photocopiers for her to put her ass on.

[gifted_hands]

Good fortune has smiled on Angela, for the ultimate designated driver has just arrived. Of course there are no cars, but never mind. Tadhg veers toward the bar when he scents her in that direction and leans next to her, waiting for a break in her conversation.

"How's the nog?" he asks when one finally arrives.

[thenormalsquint]

This is becoming to be a common theme with them, her talking and him sneaking up on her and waiting until she's done running her trap. Perhaps it's a clue into how their friendship will continue to be. Yapping and sneaking.

"Hey sweetheart," she grins as a greeting as she raises her cup. "A little weak, but I suspect it'll sneak up on me later. How are you doing?"

[gwynn]

Megan makes a beeline for the bar, of course -- and she's got a lot of money now burning a hole in her pocket, so she quickly finds herself buying drinks for other people as well. Hey, it's Not-Christmas, time to be generous! So in between chatting up the bartender, she accosts nearly everybody who approaches in an overly enthusiastic attempt to make friends.

[hearditbothways]

And there is Shawn, not only accepting the drink but heading over to Megan with a broad grin.

"What is this!" He stops in front of her, one hand going to his head, fingers wiggling close to his temple.

"My psychic senses are tingling. I suddenly sense an aura of extreme awesome in this room..."

[gwynn]

Megan gasps dramatically and holds her hands up over her mouth, nearly spilling beer all over herself before she remembers she's holding something. (She's had a few already.) She's trying to look sort-of serious, quite a feat for her, but it's her wings that give her away. They flutter behind her like a physical manifestation of giggling. "Oh my God! Who is it?"

[swiftdawn]

Alexia is always happy to have a good stock of reasonably-priced booze around, especially when it's free. She clinks her glass of the industrial-strength stuff no one seems to be able to name against that of her benefactor's. "By the way, your hair color? Totally the greatest," she laughs, and drinks.

[gwynn]

"Thank you!" She beams -- she's been getting a lot of compliments about her hair colour of late; she'd probably have gotten more at home if she weren't so visibly weird in every other way. She also appreciates meeting other visible xenians; they're a minority of a minority where she's from and evidently that's true here as well. She knocks back another drink before going on -- "I love your hair, oh my gosh. I could never get mine that wavy."

[truth_is_cold]

He makes it about halfway through the movie before his chest is tightening up and he quietly leaves to find the bar. He settles onto a stool, making a fist around a napkin and orders a full glass of whiskey.

A whole glass. It's what it'll take to even start to get through to his system.

Trance had kissed him a good-bye on the cheek. He wondered if when she made the universe better with what she did to him, if she got her wings. He drums his fingers on the bartop impatiently as he waits for his drink.

[captaincocksure]

"I hope you're a patient man."

Jim hops onto the newly-vacated stool to Rhade's right, smiling. "They're swamped tonight. The bartenders are doing the best they can but it's a bit of a wait."

He swings around on the stool so he's facing Rhade, and so he can keep an eye on the bartenders and flag one down when they're not so occupied. "Did you get in to see Dr. McCoy all right?"

[truth_is_cold]

His brows raise and he swivels to look at the Captain. He's seen him once or twice in his skulking around the network, but not more often. It's a welcome distraction, immediately an ease off his mind as he sits up a little more formally and salutes him.

He misses protocol a little. Even if Jim isn't High Guard, he can adapt.

"Captain Kirk. It's a pleasure." He holds out his hand, his boneblades along his forearm still covered with metal ones at the moment as the real ones healed. "I'm extremely patient, but company makes the wait less noticeable regardless. And yes I did. I appreciate the recommendation."

[norea]

Never let it be said that Hasibe doesn't have an outfit for pretty much every occasion: this one is low-cut wrap dress in glittering silver, not too short, paired with her usual stockings, this time in opaque black, along with towering black heels...and a sapphire pendant necklace that must have cost someone a pretty penny. (That someone is, of course, not her. She doesn't even remember the last time she paid for her own jewelry.)

This is a dress that wants a drink to accompany it, preferably something high in alcoholic content. Unfortunately, for most, that's a difficult feat. Hasibe's little lean over the bar is very much not to use the angling as persuasion (that's both a touch high school and not necessarily a win, regardless of the dress), but rather to ensure that she catches the bartender's attention. One smile and a moment of prolonged eye contact later, she's ordering her drink.

"Anyone else waiting, while I've got a moment?" She glances over her shoulder, figuring she ought to take advantage of her temporary access.

[wandandsickle]

"Ah—if you don't mind. They've got mulled wine, yes?" Jones isn't usually quite as hesitant in ordering drinks—it's not like she's a protestant, after all, no shame in a bit every now and then—but the crowdedness of the party is a little intimidating.

[norea]

"They do indeed," Hasi confirms, after a quick surveillance of the bar's contents; she puts in the second order, as well as her own, and tilts her head to the side to study Jones sidelong. "Looking for a little social lubricant?"

[heardmermaids]

"Pint of whatever's on tap?" For some strange reason, Sebastian lacks Hasibe's flare and skill for attracting bartender attention. He is rather brilliant and blending into the crowd and offering to cover both his drink and hers.

[norea]

"Can do. Do you want me to get one of those little umbrellas...?" She grins at him, playful.

[captaincocksure]

"Maybe I should try wearing a dress next time. I haven't been able to catch a bartender yet."

The smile he offers is good-natured, pleased to see her, and warm, if a little tired around the edges (which has nothing to do with her, it's just how he is these days).

"I'll buy your drink, too, if you can get the guy to bring me a beer and a shot of Jack."

[norea]

"You're my favorite," she enthuses; after ordering her drink, she adds Jim's to her request list. Once that's accomplished, she turns on one teetering heel to look at him from underneath her lashes. The tired note doesn't escape her, but she figures that if he's out, he's good to go.

"Now, what was that about a dress...?" She trails off, smile widening; it's a silly thing, but she couldn't help commenting. "It's good to see you again, by the way."

[swiftdawn]

"Ooh, ooh! Eggnog for me!" Alexia practically slides down the bar. She's a little flushed, and has an empty glass in hand, but doesn't look too much worse for the wear quite yet, and is wearing a slinky green dress that matches the color of her eyes almost uncannily.

[toldastory]

Martha had been drinking the worst and most evil sort of drink. It was a drink that large and it was sweet and it tasted like there was no liquor in it at all. Somewhere the way she had lost the light-weight drinker version of herself (between Jack with his hypervodka and Severus with the firewhiskey was what she was guessing) but this drink was hitting her much harder than she expected.

Which meant that it was time for another one really. One slightly tipsy Martha-Snape Jones grinned at Hasi and shook her glass a bit. "Can I have another one of these please?"

[hehaseatenthepancake]

"Just soda for me, thanks."

Looming up from behind, Hellboy's big enough that he could probably make a space for himself to get his own drink, but given the state of things at the moment, that would probably involve a fair bit of rudeness on his part. This way was more sociable, and involved a rather better view than the bar and its tender. He gives a self-deprecating little half-shrug to acknowledge that yes, he's ordering soda in a bar.

[hearditbothways]

Shawn is actually having a great time, considering. It's good to see so many people of the city in one place. He collects impressions and tries to gather information as he strolls around, randomly flirting and chatting up people.

There are some who are definitely not human, which throws him for a loop, but so far they haven't tried to kill him so he can deal with that. He can think of this as a costume party for now. Or a convention. A costume convention even! That works.

It will at least keep him from pointing his finger and yelling out obvious mutations.

For now.

[swiftdawn]

Ah, a familiar face!

"Hello, Fair Shawn!" she says, sidling up. "I figure you must've been doing all right so far, since you haven't had to cash in the get-out-of-trouble-free card, amirite?"

Bar area:

[wearethewilds]

Hilmi has noticed, since accepting the job tending bar at Anarchy 99, that he has become rather judgmental of all other bartenders. One may be too slow, or not pleasant enough - and if he can find no fault, he can commiserate with just how jaded the job can make you.

He has only been doing it for two weeks, but it's not hard to see how far this particular rabbit hole goes.

Right now, he's accepting couple of drinks and passing one to someone on his arm - for the life of him, he can't remember her name or if she's even a member of his cohort. Par for the course, though.