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

[selfimage]

And here I didn't take you for a bore.

[ who's being serious? someone named Loki isn't being serious. ]

All you need is a little something and everyone forgets all about fancy dancing for more fruitful endeavors.

[dailydouble]

If dancing is boring, there is little left to do but blame your own lack of imagination.

[ They're not really talking about dancing anymore. Not in the usual sense, at least. ]

Fruitful may be asking too much. Unless the metaphor has run away with you?

[selfimage]

Fancy dancing.

[ he corrects. there's a difference, and he's being a butt about it. ]

And that's more the appeal of the other kind. [ there's a pause and he flicks a nail against the shot glass, causing the liquid to ripple. ] Never have I ever finished the waltz.

[dailydouble]

Fancy need not mean dry, stuffy, or tedious.

[ They're not even pretending this conversation is still about dancing any more...

Ahad will shrug and drink his shot, even if he's still not clear on what a waltz entails. He's completely solicitous, when he speaks. It's only his eyes that give away how amused he is. ]

There are certain aids, to assist with that. I hear that practice can do wonders for stamina, as well.

[selfimage]

[ surprisingly, Loki doesn't look to put-out. it's one of the rare subjects where his self-esteem hasn't taken a sensitive blow. ]

That's funny, because I've heard the same. Well, I've never been against expanding my horizons.

[dailydouble]

[ He would be almost disappointed if Loki were offended. There's a certain enjoyment to verbal sparring, but it sours when someone takes it the wrong way or becomes overly defensive.

He nearly smirks, before replying. ]

Would that truly be expansion, if you've already heard of it?

[selfimage]

According to you I've yet to try it. [ he's pouring himself a shot, because that definitely deserves a shot. ] That would suffice to say that it's not truly an expansion. There's hearing and there's experiencing, isn't there?

And me? I hear I'm pretty decent at new experiences. It comes when you're the god of certain things.

[ he leaves that out in the open when he takes the shot. ]

[dailydouble]

[ That completely deserves an eye-roll. It's obvious and exaggerated. ]

Is this where I ask for...what? A demonstration?

[selfimage]

That depends on the witty retort that may or may not involve my poor performance.

[ with an elbow on his table, he tosses his fingers whimsically in the air. he doesn't seem to have any expectations, but he does seem to be enjoying the little game. ]

And if we can find any glow sticks. This place seems to be curiously low on them.

[dailydouble]

Are you the god of poor performances, perhaps?

[ It likely doesn't sound like it, but this would be a legitimate question in Ahad's own universe. Even if that would make for a rather pathetic godling. ]

Why you would want a stick that glows is beyond me.

[selfimage]

Oh, you would think.

[ Loki says it with a smile, but there's some truth behind it. it would be easier if he were the good of failure, living up to all those wonderful expectations of his own downfall.

he twirls the shot in his hand. ]

But no.

The stick, however, is for the novelty. It glows while you—erm—dance. Not the euphemistic kind of dancing.

[dailydouble]

None of my siblings claim the title, but there are a few I would be willing to nominate for it.

[ There's no lack of truth behind his words, either. Loki may have picked up on the fact that Ahad doesn't like his family very much. Since he's been so subtle about it.

He's not going to pursue with asking what Loki is the god of, either. That leads to a dangerous road that ends with having to admit to being the god of love. ]

I suppose that would be less dangerous than candles. For the non-euphemistic kind of dancing.

[selfimage]

[ who likes their family? love, perhaps, but like? even the love thing had taken a while. Loki had always been an outsider, and it was recently that he'd felt any amount of warmth toward his family. ]

It would only be proper for family. It was my father that nominated me, but it's been a bit of a stretch since then.

The old man has his moments.

[dailydouble]

While I would nominate my 'father'. [ There's a pause for Ahad to sigh, looking somewhere between annoyed, amused, and something else? Distant, maybe. ]

Any of them, really.

[selfimage]

All of them, perhaps. Why not?

[ Loki doesn't press, but it's not to say he wouldn't if he didn't want to be pressed, himself. which he doesn't. talking about the surface is easy, but there's a hurricane of complicated feelings beneath that. ]

It's your turn.

[ he looks curious. ]

[dailydouble]

[ He'll shrug it off, also unwilling to discuss this topic any further. Ahad understands not wishing to be pressed about certain things. The trouble with this game continues to be finding something to say that isn't terrible. ]

Besides drunkenness, the point of the game seems to be to keep the table in good cheer. I can think of little to say that would allow it to continue to be so.

[ It's partly a polite refusal to play this game, but also a small window into how horrible Ahad feels his life experiences are. Also, Loki's likely to have overhead him telling Dean that he never had a name for most of his existence. While he sounds apathetic about it all, nothing in his expression indicates that pity will be tolerated. ]

[selfimage]

[ he picks up on it, lifts his glass and twists it in his wrist. ]

And we're not even gifted with the former.

[ Loki puts the shot to his lips and takes it with an easy elegance that would somehow deny the burn of the alcohol. there's no pity, no wince, and if there is something, he keeps it to himself.

instead he turns to look at him. ]

We can always go out with a bang. Never have you ever tied your balls to a goat.

[ he twirls his finger in the air. ]

[whereismypie]

...

Wow, fellas.

Might wanna think about getting a room.

[selfimage]

And here you're the one with your shirt off.

[ he says with a little hint of a smile. ]

[whereismypie]

Shirtless I may be, but I ain't tossing dirty innuendoes around pretending it's about dancing— dancing! Subtle as brick in the face.

[ shaking his head, amused. ]

Have fun, fellas.

[dailydouble]

Were you feeling neglected?

[ His tone is hitting a level that's just above smarmy. ]

[whereismypie]

[ Dean smiles sweetly at him. ]

Never.

Just, you know, holding a candle for you guys, pointing out the obvious UST — you know, being the perfect wingman.

You're welcome, by the way.

[selfimage]

[ there's a brief, amused glance at Ahad before he looks back at Dean. ]

He seems to think that we're of the same mindset as he is.

[ let's just talk about Dean like he's not here. ]

[dailydouble]

[ Ahad raises an eyebrow, before tilting his head toward Loki (and away from Dean). ]

Do you think we've made him uncomfortable? [ This would almost be like the grownups at the table are talking, if Loki counted as one. ]

[selfimage]

[ hey, he's a grown-up when he feels like being one. it comes with the territory. ]

Ah—possibly. He was, however, very willing to take his shirt off for me.