lt_safe_house | A night at the bar

Entry tags:

A night at the bar

Date: April 2, 2003, evening
Status: Public (Complete)
Setting: The Manor Bar
Summary: Loki invited me for a drink, so here I am... Let's see who else is coming.

Staying in one place for a while had its advantages. Loki was in a surprisingly good mood. Whistling a tune he had heard at sometime during the past few weeks and that had stuck in his head, he walked into the manor bar. he was hoping his other self would make good on the promise that they'd have a drink or two together. He most definitely wanted to find out a bit more about him. As important it was to know both your friends and enemies inside out - it was certainly even more important to know yourself, if you were planning to end the world.

In the door that lead to the bar, he stopped to see who else was present, if anyone.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"But he's here now?" Loki asked, carefully selecting a card, putting it down on the stack and looking at his other self. "Swords," he said as he took a new card and squinted at it as if he didn't like what he saw and hoped that he would be able to change the card if only he concentrated on it hard enough.

"He's here," Loki confirmed. "Or was, I don't think he lives in the manor, probably has his own place somewhere in town. Nobody really seemed to know when I asked."

This was bad. He had one swords card, but no more. Reducing his hand had been a bad idea while he had no matching pack on him. He had to palm some cards soon, but it was too early in the game. His other self was bound to notice, if some of the fallen cards disappeared.

"Do me a favor and point him out to me when we see him, will you?" Loki asked.

"Are you going to play a card or not?"

"Of course," Loki promised and looked around for Adam, even though he knew he'd left the bar a while before his other self had arrived.

"What? Oh, sorry, almost forgot," he threw down his only swords card and picked up two new ones without looking at them.

"I have a strange way of counting," Loki remarked, putting down a card of Cups that matched the number of the other Sword's, thereby indicating that he had not needed the swords at all, but only requested them on a whim.

I took a new card, wondering if they were playing the same game at all. If so, an additional card on your hand could mean you were going to lose.

"How so?" Loki asked. Neither of the cards he'd drawn was much use, but one of them was cups, so he threw that down and slipped the other into his sleeve.

"Because I just took two cards," Loki said drily, putting down another one.

"Your turn."

"Well, I guess in that case I should better throw down two as well," Loki said dropping two random cards onto the table and taking one.

"So, I take it you haven't met any of the others in your travels lately?"

"No, I haven't," Loki confirmed. "I only met mortals who didn't even recgnize our name."

He took a card from the stack, glanced at it and tossed it onto the heap.

"Honestly, I have no idea where they are."

"Well, I have a very vague idea where my versions of hem are," Loki said with a shrug. "And you can't have met a lot of humans, if none of them knew our name. Most have heard of us, though they're not too clear about the details."

He threw the next card out of his wrist in an almost horizontal line and it slid in under the rest of the stack. "Aw, missed."

"I met a few, but most of them were completely blank where we were concerned," Loki retorted.

"That was a four of coins, wasn't it?" He grinned and put down a seven of coins on top of the stack, drew a fresh card and shoved it at his other self. "You forgot to draw again, you know."

"Actually," Loki claimed. "I'm pretty sure it was swords. And you said I drew too many earlier, remember?"

At least his two of coins fit nicely on top of his seven.

Putting down another card, loki indicated to the barman to refill his cup.

"You're sure you don't want any mead?" he asked hies other self, still barely able to believe.

"Yes, very sure," Loki confirmed. "I'm sorry if that doesn't provide you with the entertainment you were hoping for."

He took another sip of carrot juice before dropping a random card onto the pile.

"Ah well," Loki said. "So, does this town offer anything that one can do in the evenings? Or is it just sitting here and drinking and playing cards night after night?"

"There's a 'disco' near the town center, where the teenagers hang out," Loki explained. "Too noisy to play cards or talk and not quite crowded enough for easy pickpocketing. And then there's the pubs. Mostly regulars drinking beer. They can be quite interesting, if they get over the fact that you're a stranger. This seems to be the only proper bar, though and Belial keeps it stocked with everything you can imagine. Like carrot juice."

"Carrot juice." Loki shook his head. "Are you lacing that with something?" He took a sip of his mead, very obviously enjoying the drink.

"Regarding the 'disco', though... Have you grown soft, to dislike a challenge?"

"Nope," Loki replied with a happy grin. "Fresh and pure is best. And it's healthy, too, can you believe it? Me, liking healthy stuff."

"The disco's full of kids with nothing but their pocket money. Most interesting thing to do there would probably be to turn into a puppy and beg for ear scratches." He laughed. "Or maybe a rat and take a little tour behind the bar? That might be entertaining."

"A puppy?" Loki looked shocked. "Really now... and no, I can hardly believe it! What happened to you?"

He squinted at his other self, trying to determine if he looked older than he should. "How long has it been since you ate your last Apple?"

"Yes, puppies are popular with children, you know. Kittens, too, but then I might get adopted by Gabriel," Loki explained. "Though, on second thought, that might be fun, too."

"Apple? Oh, not that long. The doctors in London were all so very fond of healthy eating and I somehow got in the habit of eating lots of fruits and vegetables. It's tasty and good for you, you know. You should try it, too."

"Doctors?" Loki said, playing a random card, just for a change. "Whast would you have to do with doctors? What were you doing in London anyway?"

"Well, I met a lot of them when I was there," Loki said with a shrug trying to cover the slip up. "Strange people, so very serious and talking more Latin than English at times."

"Do they go to bars a lot?" Loki asked, trying to imagine where his other self might have met a lot of doctors. Up to now he had thought that London was just a normal town, with a normal quota of anything - including doctors.

Loki shrugged again. "As much as other people, I expect. There just happened to be a lot of them where I went. You know those coincidences? Don't see a dwarf for months and then suddenly there's a whole inn full of them just when you happen to insult their king?"

Loki grinned, playing another card. His other self hadn't played, but he thought the pause in the game had been quite enough. They weren't really playing by any actual rules anyway, so the situation might just as well call for another card being played by him.

"I know what you mean," he said and laughed. "Tell me about the dwarves, though! It sounds fun."

A night at the bar

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)