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

[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.

[norea]

Hasibe does not judge! She does, however, raise her eyebrows, archly, and ask him what is, judging by her tone, a terribly important question: "What kind of soda? Because they do have strawberry."

[hehaseatenthepancake]

Hellboy opens his mouth, about to say something about soda-soda, but then pauses to consider. After a moment, he says, "That sounds intriguing, actually. I'll give it a try."

Congratulations, Hasi. Your serious question has steered one person, at least for the time being, from just drinking ordinary soda.