▸ swimming in the liquor only half way through [mick, bless his soul, never turns down the opportunity to try out a new drink (or three) and as any good bar owner will tell you, the most important thing to success is to offer up your patrons exactly what they're craving. he's had the conversation about superbooze more than once with more than one of his superfriends and specifically about the lackthereof with one mr. allen at least a few times since arriving here, hence his presence here at metamalt's grand opening. proper quality control is a requirement at criminales and all beverage offerings must be vetted by the only opinion that matters when it comes to booze at his bar: him. and while metamalt classic definitely isn't intended for people like him, mick's never been one to heed warning labels. double fisting a drink intended to get the likes of supergirl drunk is a smart idea, right? right?
he takes a sip, then another, savoring the crisp clean taste. it's not half bad, he decides after maybe a third of he bottle. but is the room spinning? maybe. after a few blinks, mick decides he needs to take a seat at a very conveniently soft booth. oh? was that a person? don't expect an apology. at least not right away. mick's a little preoccupied with important things like contemplating his own bar. a scratch of his head and he's murmuring out loud.]
Damn. Whatever cushioning they use for these booths, I'm gonna have to find out who supplies it. Maybe I'll have Skirt ask.
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▸mick rory | ota
[mick, bless his soul, never turns down the opportunity to try out a new drink (or three) and as any good bar owner will tell you, the most important thing to success is to offer up your patrons exactly what they're craving. he's had the conversation about superbooze more than once with more than one of his superfriends and specifically about the lackthereof with one mr. allen at least a few times since arriving here, hence his presence here at metamalt's grand opening. proper quality control is a requirement at criminales and all beverage offerings must be vetted by the only opinion that matters when it comes to booze at his bar: him. and while metamalt classic definitely isn't intended for people like him, mick's never been one to heed warning labels. double fisting a drink intended to get the likes of supergirl drunk is a smart idea, right? right?
he takes a sip, then another, savoring the crisp clean taste. it's not half bad, he decides after maybe a third of he bottle. but is the room spinning? maybe. after a few blinks, mick decides he needs to take a seat at a very conveniently soft booth. oh? was that a person? don't expect an apology. at least not right away. mick's a little preoccupied with important things like contemplating his own bar. a scratch of his head and he's murmuring out loud.]
Damn. Whatever cushioning they use for these booths, I'm gonna have to find out who supplies it. Maybe I'll have Skirt ask.
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[just what it says on the tin. i'm available on plurk and discord (heatwave#1853)]