OPEN. NEVER HAVE I EVER (INSERT THING NEVER DONE HERE).

[selfimage]

CHARACTERS: Open! Starring Dean Winchester & Loki as your fantasy sitcom heroes.
DATE: October 9th
WARNINGS: It's Dean & Loki, so it's bound to get lewd. Also drinking. Tread carefully, but if anything rears its ugly head, I'll add it.
SUMMARY: Never Have I Ever at The Den. Live before a studio audience.

It's been a week since the sun had gone, and the darkness is enough to begin to drive anyone mad. There was little headway to be made, and the darkness seemed cause enough for the bad blood between the humans and the goblins to boil. With tensions high, and suspicions raging, an occasional retreat was welcomed, especially in the form of food and alcohol. The Den is bustling, filled with those roaring and laughing, drinking away whatever ill feelings needed quenching, and looking for something to do while the sun remains absent. There are lanterns and candles to keep everything well lit, but causing a variety of interesting shadows to creep along the walls. Servers weave between benches and tables to go about their duties to feed and water hungry patrons.

There are two of ALASTAIR's inter-dimensional travelers sitting at the edge of an unsurprisingly empty bench toward the back of the tavern. One of them, clad in a tacky green jacket and golden horned diadem, looks cocky enough to be crossing his legs at the knee. There's a shirt hung over his neck like a victory scarf. His companion, a short haired, broad shouldered fellow, seems to have lost his shirt entirely. There's a bottle between the two of them, and shot glasses on the table filled with a clear, amber liquid.

They're loud enough to be heard.

"Never have I ever been known as Chisel Chest in any form," Loki says with a hint of a smile that tugs at the end of his lips. He leans his elbows on the table, weaves his black-tipped fingers together, and rests his chin on his folded hands. He feigns disappointment. "That makes it your drink." He holds up his shot in toast.

There's plenty of room on the bench for anyone who wants to join them.

Comments

[dailydouble]

[ What if he doesn't want to join them? Although that begs the question of what Ahad is doing at The Den. He doesn't bother to eat and drink does little for him these days. It couldn't be for the human contact or to experience the air of exuberance around the place, could it?

No matter what his true purpose here, Ahad's going to attempt to give that table a wide berth. The shot glasses aren't encouraging, especially with Dean already missing a shirt. He will nod his head in their direction out of politeness, but trouble isn't something he needs. ]

[selfimage]

[ oh look, it's a party pooper.

a party pooper without food, without drink, and without company. he expected at least one of three. Ahad sticks out like a sore thumb, and Loki turns his head at the tip, watching him with bright eyes. ]

We're willing to share, you know. I'm not stingy—he may be—but I'm not.

[dailydouble]

[ Company may be along, and he's going to want a drink before this night is over. He can already tell.

Ahad will move closer to their table, to avoid having to shout over the crowd. Not that it makes much of a difference, in this room. ]

It would be a waste.

[selfimage]

Only if you mean to teach us a few choice dance moves.

[ Loki nurses the shot before taking it, sucking in a breath and tipping the empty glass toward him. somehow, that doesn't surprise him. the part where it'd be a waste. ]

Otherwise it's only a waste if you don't enjoy the taste.

[dailydouble]

I doubt that either of you would be interested in any dances I know. They tend toward the formal.

[ He doesn't do anything as obvious as hesitate, but he does begin to look somewhat resigned. ]

The taste is not the issue.

[selfimage]

[ with two black nails, he pushes a filled shot glass to him. ]

There's always interesting variations of the waltz, but I'm guessing it's not really the waltz, is it?

[ he folds his fingers together, elbows on the table. ]

[dailydouble]

[ He'll shrug, but sit down and take the shot. ]

The music I am most familiar with is syncopated. Unless your 'waltz' is as well, I doubt it.

[selfimage]

It's on me this time. Consider this the drink that I owe you. We're square.

[ Loki says easily, holding another shot to his lips. he's an Asgardian, drinking spirits and ale was more likely than drinking water, and even though Loki had affection for storming mortal grocery stores and picking out various novelty flavors of fruit drink, sometimes it was nice to get a very weak reminder of home. ]

That sounds ... fun, actually. Not unlike some things that I've heard.

[ a pause, and his eyes suddenly light up. ]

Do you know what dubstep is?

[dailydouble]

[ The question immediately makes him dubious. As much of what comes out of Loki's mouth does. ]

No, I do not. And unless you can train a troubadour to produce it, it's unlikely I will ever learn more about it.

[selfimage]

You wound me. [ the shot tips between his fingers, but the alcohol doesn't spill. ] Anyone can do dubstep if they've got the ears for it.

[ there's a deliberately dramatic pause. ]

Including myself.

[dailydouble]

[ He'll make a sweeping gesture with his arm. ]

Go on, then. Entertain us.

[selfimage]

I'm a one man band now, am I?

[ he puts his elbow on the table and leans on it, crossing his legs and raising his brows. ]

Weighted with the expectation of entertainment. Well then ... I'll have to deliver.

[ there's a flutter of his fingers and he leans forward to put them over his mouth. he does a very good dubstep impression, complete with measured beats. ]

[dailydouble]

[ He'll lean in and listen. Eventually, a small furrow will appear on his brow, as he processes this. ]

I see. [ He doesn't. ] What dance usually accompanies this?

[whereismypie]

[ a wide berth, was it? like Dean's going to let him. there are few enough familiar faces as it is, and if anything, Dean isn't a true loner.

well, sometimes he isn't.

so when he does spot Ahad's now familiar mien, he raises a hand and calls out at him: ]

Hey! Tall, dark and smoldering— Ahad! Wanna join us for some drinks?

[dailydouble]

[ That response was more exuberant that Ahad expected. He's already forming poor opinions about Dean's current level of sobriety. ]

How could I say no to such an invitation?

[ It's sarcastic, but Dean issued such an open invitation that it's difficult to say no. ]

[whereismypie]

[ and yet, Dean is perfectly sober. it takes far, far more than what he's had to get him drunk.

Dean grins and pushes a shot glass full in front of Ahad. hanging around shirtless, like nbd. ]

Think of it as a break before we all get down to business.

Gonna assume you know the rules, yeah?

[dailydouble]

[ He'll eye the shotglass, but not touch it yet. ]

The rules seem rather obvious. Unless there is a shirtless clause that I've missed?

[whereismypie]

[ Dean glances over at Loki. ]

We made a deal, and since I'm a man of my word, I kept my end of the bargain. So unless you plan on bargaining your shirt, you're safe.

Look, I'm even gonna be a gentleman and let you roll the dice this time.

[dailydouble]

Did you lose a bet? [ He'll raise an eyebrow, halfway not buying the bargain reference. ]

Dice? I wasn't aware that the game involved any.

[whereismypie]

Who said anything about a bet?

And there ain't no actual dice. That's what we call a figure of speech, look it up sometime.

[ he slides a shot glass full in front of himself and raises an eyebrow. ]

Never have I ever traveled through dimensions before. [ he very pointedly does not drink from his glass. ]

[dailydouble]

Because there would be a book on figures of speech from your world here.

[ For some reason, Ahad seems to find Dean's attempt at playing the game funny. He doesn't do anything like laugh out loud, but there's a definite sense of amusement coming from his direction. ]

You're here, aren't you? I believe that counts as traveling through dimensions.

[whereismypie]

God, what kinda boring Shakespeare wanna be would write a book on "figures of speech from my world".

[ he points at Ahad. ]

You need more chill in your life.

And I meant before this stunt. What I'm saying is, this ain't my first rodeo.

[dailydouble]

[ He's going to stare at Dean's finger like it's the most offensive thing he's seen today. Point is rude, Dean. ]

Whatever. [ But he'll take the shot, because he's already tired of arguing that's become more irritating than playful. ]

[whereismypie]

Aha! So I do get a response outta you, even if just "whatever."

[ he just rolls his glass between his fingers, not really pressing any further tbh. ]

[dailydouble]

[ That gets an eye roll, then a thoughtful expression. ]

I believe it's my turn, but finding something I have never done is proving somewhat difficult.