thor odinson | ota

[mothersdrapes]

CHARACTERS: Thunderpants Odinson & YOU!
LOCATIONS: The Colonel, Criminales, The Green Room, The Deviant, Mahogany, The Worm Hole
WARNINGS: None yet
SUMMARY: Apart from Hurrican Thess, see this as an opportunity to find Thor out and about in the city.


Thor was still convinced that the city mostly catered to mortals when it came to alcohol. He didn't trust anything from METAMalt outside of his own four walls. He'd already learned that lesson even if he didn't particularly feel shame when it came to nudity. However if the city was hiding something stronger, something from Asgard then he was determined to find it.

And if there was a drinking partner that could keep up with him then all the better. The night would no doubt end at The Deviant. He had a shift to watch the doors late that night, and he knew enough about his own ability to hold mortal drink that any consumption beforehand would not render him unfit for work.

If they did, however, manage to find something stronger then he would most definitely owe his employer an apology and coffee and pastries. At least that seemed to be how the tiny blonde bartender kept apologising to Faith.

Comments

shh this isn't late or anything.

[advena]

( kara doesn't often bartend anymore. she's usually tucked away in her office going over schedules or paperwork or supplies, but on rare occasion when too many people come down with suspicious illnesses that mostly sound like hangovers, she finds herself back behind the bar. she tries to make the best of it — it's an opportunity for her to keep an eye on things, after all, and to see if any of the casually offered complaints from the staff are worth investigating. things like leaky draft faucets or a patron who has too much of a tendency to break their glass after too many pints are things kara wants to know about.

the arrival of a blond man with a voice like a thunderclap isn't entirely unusual on its own. neither is his drinking abilities, as a place like this one had a tendency to draw in people with too much tolerance for their own good. but there's something about him that's curious to her... and kara's always been a bit of a sucker for curiousities, so how can she resist?

don't mind the smiling blonde in her bartender best. she's just here to please. )

Hi. Can I get you anything?

time is relative

[mothersdrapes]

[ Thor was looking at the bottles that lined the walls behind her but saw nothing that seemed to come from Asgard. It wasn't surprising. The city did seem to encourage the use of those gems for particularly hard to acquire items. Instead he just smiled at the bartender and ordered something that reminded him of a friend back on Midguard. ]

Yes! I'll have a boilermaker. Perhaps four. Just to start off.

[ His smile grew as he settled on a stool. Tolerance really wasn't an issue, but that was part of the reason why he was still trying to find out what all these bars had to offer. ]

Do you only have alcohol from Earth?

[advena]

( the term boilermaker is unfamiliar to her. maybe it's a cultural difference, or a nickname; whatever the origin, she doesn't recognize the term. kara is still for a moment, practically paralyzed by confusion until a helpful patron stage whispers the answer she needs. whiskey and a beer, blondie. that's not impossible. she can pour those. a link of four shots of one of mick's favorite whiskeys is set out in front of him, followed shortly by four beers, each with a clean line of foam at the head. )

Cheers. ( as he begins to settle in, she adds, ) Let me guess: you're looking for something stronger?

( they do have something special kept aside. one of caitlin's first drafts, a superbooze intended to serve as a replacement for hard liquor for those with stronger tolerances. she hasn't had any yet, but barry'd been a good first test subject; he'd nearly fallen over after too large a first shot, so she thinks it's safe to say it's strong enough. )

[mothersdrapes]

[ Thor waited for the drinks to be served before he dropped a shot into his first beer and drank it rather quickly. Though it was normal pace for him. He licked his lips and gave a nod of appreciation. The drink definitely brought back memories of that night with Selvig. ]

I am, yes. Is it hard to find around here?

[ He set about drinking the second and third in the line, pausing only when he got to the fourth. ]

There seems to be more than a few enhanced citizens, surely they require something stronger.

[ He was due to meet one of them, and Rogers certainly fell under that category. ]

[advena]

Well, no. I guess it's not.

( there's the brew from metamalt, at least. that's well advertised enough by now that kara feels no issues with pouring a shot or mixing a rough cocktail if someone asks, but it's not very popular either. perhaps simply the fact that alcohol usually wasn't something they could drink kept most of the "enhanced citizens", as thor called them, uninterested. for now, anyway. )

There's a brew from the new store by the University, the MetaMALT? It's just not very popular. I don't think it tastes very good, to be honest, even if it does make me feel like I'm floating.

( because, yes, kara's a giggly drunk. the kind that thinks she's floating in mid-air — which, admittedly, is usually because she is, inhibitions lowered enough that her natural abilities of flight aren't kept tamped down. )

I have some here, if you wanted to try it? Or something a friend of mine's been working on, but it's not quite ... perfected yet, I guess you could say.

[mothersdrapes]

[ Thor's hands immediate went up as he gave a shake of his head. METAMalt? No way he was having any of that in a public place again. Nudity wasn't exactly on the menu this early in his bar crawl. ]

No, no METAMalt. I've already experienced one of the drinks that place has to offer. You are lucky you had the feeling of floating.

[ He scratched at his beard again before finishing the last boilermaker and licking the excess alcohol from his lips. Trying a new drink had already seen him become naked, but perhaps the side effects of the other drink she was offering were less confrontational. ]

In what way has it not been perfected? If it has nothing to do with being naked then I might be game.

[advena]

( she's confused, at first, by his reference — what would being naked have to do with drinking? — but eventually, kara catches on. he must have tried one of the other brews available at the tasting. mick had mentioned there were a few on offer, one that did funny things to your clothes, but she had just assumed it might have made them fit strangely or perhaps change color. falling off altogether wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind. )

I don't think we're talking about the same drink. ( the METAMalt bottle lives on a low shelf, out of sight, but it's easy enough to pull up to the countertop. while the emperor's new brew offered a vibrant orange color, smell and taste, the classic is just barely blue in appearance, with barely any smell or taste at all. it's almost like colored vodka, if you had to make a comparison. kara pours a small amount, just barely enough to coat the bottom of a shot glass, and pushes it towards thor with a gentle touch. ) This one is strong, but it won't affect your clothes.

( unless he willingly takes them off, but that's a whole different ballgame. )

I don't think this tastes very good, though. My friend Caitlin is trying to make one that tastes a little better, but hers just kind of tastes like rocket fuel...

[mothersdrapes]

[ Thor had no interest in taking his clothes off voluntarily. Certainly not in this venue. He watched her pour the blue drink. It certainly didn't look as strong as the alcohol available on Asgard. It didn't smell the same either.

He sniffed the shot glass once more before downing it. As much as he might have protested about the smell - and now the taste - Thor was still willing to try. He would drink anything unless it was truly foul. ]

Definitely not the same drink. The other one tasted of vanilla.

[ He may have still looked down to check his clothes just in case. ]

I cannot say I have ever ingested rocket fuel, so I'll take your word on that. You are right though, this one has no real taste. If only the city brought in drinks from my realm.

[advena]

It's not great, I know.

( a small shrug of her shoulders, and kara takes back the shot glass. it's useful for pouring, but since the alcohol is so dull in flavor, the shot glass alone doesn't make for a very enjoyable drink. might as well mix it. pouring the contents of a now-full shot into a larger glass allows her to top it off with soda water, lime juice, and a few fresh slices for garnish. )

In the last bar I worked, my old boss really liked this. Well, with vodka, not... whatever you want to call this stuff, superbooze or whatever. But vodka, soda, and lime. That was his favorite. Maybe this will be better?

( the last version of leonard snart had had particular tastes. mick had taught her how to pour beers, and leonard had taught her a few classic cocktails. not exactly the sort of thing you'd expect supergirl to learn, but at least it had been educational. )

What do you think?

[mothersdrapes]

I can't say I've ever had it before.

[ Mixers weren't something Thor tended to gravitate towards. Beer was as bubbly as it got. He sniffed at the drink, and he had to admit the lime made it slightly more appealing.

He sipped at it, the bubbles in the soda going up his nose a little. He didn't dislike the drink, but he also wasn't completely sold. Maybe it would grow on him. ]

It's certainly different to what I'm used to. Not sure it replaces a boilermaker.

[underachievement]

One mainstay through Jessica's adolescence through to adulthood -- and extending all the way into the weird-ass present -- is that she is never early for anything, if she can help it. Typically she isn't on time for a whole lot either, but in those cases it's all natural talent. She can keep up with a schedule, her job revolves around other peoples', people who have their shit so together they give living a second life another go. For herself, she hasn't got the motivation to cobble together any kind of routine or respect for someone else's if their wandering eyes aren't paying her bills.

Every rule has an exception, however, and Jessica's exception is every hard liquor. Arriving at the Criminales to see bottles of it lined up and beckoning must be how her married clients feel when they catch that first whiff of infidelity. She would take a barbed wire fence over the combination of Thor and Kara (it's impossible not to have learned her name, given Jess's habits, but she did her best, god damn it). Whatever they're chatting about, she gives them several more minutes to wind it down and get it over with, or at least until her throat gets psychosomatically parched and demand she break up the party.

"Whiskey," she orders, aloud and without care for any particular direction. She's aware it's unnecessarily rude.

[mothersdrapes]

Thor doesn't pay attention to time beyond knowing when he should be at work. If he's on time then it's a happy accident, and if he's late then he'll make up for it. He also doesn't think he'll be too far ahead of Jess in the drinking stakes. If she's as good as she says she'll catch up in no time. It's also not like he'll be close to drunk any time soon.

Although the conversation with Kara has at least alerted him to some alternatives to the Asgardian ale he seeks. None of them taste any good though.

He turns at the voice, his usual smile in place as he greets the raven haired beauty that he has only spoken to online. "At last we meet."

[underachievement]

Even from afar, there was no mistaking the real deal for the Times Square knockoff version, even the really very good-looking out-of-work actor ones. There's an air about him, since her mind won't touch the word "aura," that's distinctly too grand to be Earthbound. From a whiff, it doesn't reek of narcissism, but the night's young.

It's an unusual quality, off-putting more than alluring, and that's the focus of the expression on her face. He ought to be good for a drink but she wouldn't trust him as far as she can throw him. How far is that? The night's young.

"Relax, milord," she advises, hooking her foot around the leg of a stool and tugging it out from beneath the bar top. The whiskey's there by the time her ass hits the seat because friggin' Kara, right. (She's got a touch of that otherworldly magnanimity too but Jess blames that on her own issues and how much she might miss a certain world-saving blonde.)

[mothersdrapes]

Thor laughs at the way she addresses him and decided to play up to it as he got off his stool to give her an elaborate bow. Would he take 'milord' over 'Point Break'? Possibly. At least he knew what it meant. Stark had also regarded him with a similar look to Jess. Even after it had been determined that Thor wasn't his enemy.

Another drink had been set down for him as well, but he managed not to touch it just yet. Jess managed not to remind him of anyone he knew, yet he was slightly curious what would happen if she met his brother. He hoped there would be a fight, and the idea brought a smile to his face that he wasn't willing to explain.

So instead he settled back on his stool. "Do I not seem relaxed?"