It's not a date

[chicken_kun]

WHO: Bartolomeo and Dorian
WHAT: A tour of alcoholic delights was promised and by god that's a promise we're keeping
WHEN: Probably this week
WHERE: some generic bar in Genessia City and then moving onward
WARNINGS: Barty being gross and Dorian being a flirt? Booze and drunkenness should go without saying.

[The actual heat wave was a while ago, now, but Bartolomeo had never forgotten his long late-night chat with Dorian about sampling everything booze-like this shitty place could offer. Even if they couldn't find samples of wines from back home to show off, there were plenty of other varieties to taste-test. A quick text to Dorian to pick a night to have some fun, and it was set.

Bartolomeo has given his thugs the night off and wandered over from Fayren, glad that things are still summer-like enough after a cool spell - the perfect night for a pub crawl. Seven feet tall and still wearing his feather-trimmed jacket, he shows up outside the bar and flips off the bouncer with a grin as he saunters in, looking for his "date." This should be fun, at last!]

Comments

[chicken_kun]

[glass tap!] To us and our efforts at getting wasted tonight.

[since he really has nothing to say about blood magic. That's as incomprehensible to him as robotic engineering.]

Speakin' of which, wanna hit another bar? This one's not bad, but I get this feeling we gotta explore to find some real adventure.

[tevinteraltus]

[He inclines his head before knocking back the rest of his drink, licking the slightly sweet residue from his lips before clearing his throat. It was a smooth liquor, but that didn't do much to hide the burn.]

I think if we give it a good try, we'll do alright. [And he sat down his glass with a note of finality that said he agreed fully with the giant of a man.] Indeed. I believe it's your go, though.

[chicken_kun]

Sure is. All right, I think I know a place that does crazy drinks. Let's settle up and I'll get the next round.

[Barty's been around enough to find a few of the cool bars that serve booze with more booze, that sounds great]

[tevinteraltus]

[Though far from drunk, Dorian's already adventurous spirit is already bolstered by the drink he's had and he slides a few red bills across the bar before standing with a nod.]

Indeed. Lead on, then.

[chicken_kun]

[once they're on a stroll to the next place, Barty whips out a wad of bills and checks. His criminal enterprise is only moderately successful but he has like zero expenses, so he's a bit loaded.]

Yeah, that should be enough. This way - the dives ain't fancy but the drinks are a lot stronger.

[though even by his own standards there aren't many places in the city that are real crap shacks. A bit run down in the relatively seedy area, but not in the least bit dangerous. In fact, as he pushes the door open, the bartender startles with recognition. This place happens to be under the Barto Club's "protection."]

Whiskey sours, and make it snappy!

[tevinteraltus]

[Contrary to appearances, Dorian has no objection to offering their patronage to the seedier parts of town. In fact, when the step into the dim establishment, he's reminded, if only in feeling, of some of the taverns in Kirkwall, back home. Granted, that meant little, seeing as Kirkwall is a bit of a shithole, by and large, but he can handle it.

That and, though he'll never admit it, he happens to have a taste for brutish ales and biting whiskeys.]

Hold some clout here, do you?

[chicken_kun]

Just enough. [with a knowing, fangy grin.

At least the barstools are in good repair, if a bit squished-down.]

It was almost too easy, but there's just enough street toughs and gang presence that muscling in on it was natural.

[tevinteraltus]

[He chuckled, shaking his head.] Ah, so it's out of the service of your reputation. That makes more sense.

[He takes a seat in one of the worn barstools. Honestly, it's much more comfortable than some of the seating he's found in taverns back home. That's not going to keep Dorian from complaining about it, of course.]

Maker's Breath! How do you survive in this place? These stools are abysmal.

[chicken_kun]

[cackling!] I'm usually not in here long enough to have a seat! Besides, there's always that whole manly, leaning-on-the-bar thing.

[it does have one of those old-school foot rails, for no good reason since this place probably doesn't have the kind of history to need one. But Barty flops onto the neighboring stool as their drinks are set up]

...ow, you're kinda right. Maybe I should've gone the manly route.

[tevinteraltus]

Ah, yes. That does go hand in hand with pounding your chest manfully, doesn't it?

[Dorian smirks at Bartolomeo's commentary and takes hold of the drink he's been given.]

I feel I should tell you to take it like a man. [And he raises the glass.] Cheers.