[open/mingle] (505): Thank you for holding my vodka while the police let me ride their horse.

[valr]

Who: Everyone!!
Where: An assortment of bars in Old Town
When: End of week 4
Summary: This is now a mingle log for anyone n Westerley who happens to be getting their drink on in the last couple days of chapter 2. Post a top level! Tag around! Dance on the bar! Newbies who just joined are more than welcome to hop in if your characters were around in chapter 2! Exclamation marks!
Restrictions/Warnings: Alcohol obvs, if anything else goes down please warn in the comments because I can't keep track of everything

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[brokeassgoing]

[he gives the other male a small, sheepish and maybe guilty smile. Then again who isn't packing heat.

But he cocks a brow.]

Sure, if they drink enough anyone's down for the count. Some of them are real good at holding their booze, though. Got all those nasty fantasies up in their heads and nothing stoppin' em.

[sin_of_wrath]

Yeah, you got it. That's the sad truth. [That said, Meliodas' segue was definitely something that may or may not have truthfully been relevant to the topic at hand.]

Speaking of which--you know any girls looking for a waitressing job?

[brokeassgoing]

Dark shit. Dark, dark shit. Think I need another drink to consider all that..dark shit.

[wiggles his empty drink by the way]

Course I know a few, everyone's scrabbling for jobs. They won't haveta do anything freaky on the side will they?

[sin_of_wrath]

Well, you know, it's the usual affair of working in a bar, I think.

[Meliodas understood that request easily enough, standing and walking around the bar to pour another glass for Badou. He took the empty one and set it to soak a bit in a basin beneath the bar before walking back around and setting the drink down for Badou along with a smaller glass of water to boot, talking the entire time.]

It's not a brothel. That said, they should be comfortable with shorts or a miniskirt.

[brokeassgoing]

........Miniskirts?

[but he appreciates the drink(s), at least. He'll gizzle some water down before going for the harder stuff.]

I know some girls who won't mind that, sure. And you say you ain't gonna have em do freaky shit. That just for you, then?

[sin_of_wrath]

[Snickering, the bar owner plopped back down at the table and took a look at the window.]

Oh, I've thought about it. It wouldn't work-- selling myself as the eye candy. [There were definitely folks in the crowd who go for the whole teenager bit but that wasn't the sort of demographic Meliodas would aim for. To boot, when he did actually look himself in the mirror to test out the whole Chippendales routine, he felt self-conscious about having enough scars on him to make rookie Scarbacks flinch.]

I'll settle for being the charming and witty bartender.

[brokeassgoing]

[he snorts so hard he nearly chokes on his drink, a bit dribbling out from his mouth.]

Jeeeeeesus, I'd hope so. Stick with your day job, man. Leave the nights to pretty girls.

[sin_of_wrath]

If only. If I got this place automated, I could sleep in half the day and not worry about having to sand down my tables after morons bust their teeth on the edges.

[Meliodas looked from Badou's wet chin to the discarded napkin, forlorn.]

[brokeassgoing]

You actually sand em down? You're so professional~

[he coos mockingly]