Ninkasi: Goddess of Alcohol and Fermentation (brew_maven) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2013-10-31 10:56:00 |
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Thirsty Thursday Halloween Bash! - [open to anyone that wants to!]
The place was packed, which was how it was supposed to be. There were costumes everywhere... also exactly how it was supposed to be. Because it was Halloween. It was also Chicago and Americans went all crazy for the holiday. On top of that, it was Thirsty Thursday, something everyone in the American Midwest was familiar with. Professional drinkers, this lot, and Ninkasi loved them for it. Most of the costumed were immortal in some way, not just gods but nymphs and the like as well, but she was clearly allowing an occasional mortal in as well. There were rules outside to her bouncers for screening them properly.
Shortly, the specialty taps would be opened and her private brews would begin to flow. Which is what, she was sure, Kratos was hoping and/or waiting for. Wherever he was. Though she was tempted to deny him on the grounds that his sense of humor was lame.
She thought them dressing as Wreck it Ralph and Penelope bordered on hilarious and genius. But since he insisted that he was not going to dress as a girl and put fake sprinkles in his hair... no matter how awesome the role reversal would have been, and ironic, she had to find other ideas. Whatever. Party pooper. Good thing she liked him. Good thing he was one of the best friends to have ever or she'd call him lame and move on.
Ninkasi may or may not have pouted at him, then said, “fine,” because she had things in her closet to do her own thing. Which was why she was in tight black booty shorts, a yellow, equally as tight tank with two cartoon drawn bottles of beer over her bust and black lettering on the back proclaiming her as "DD Wrecker." With a white helmet, striped knee-high stocks and roller skates. Roller-derby was awesome. There had been temptation to steal one of Kratos' rugby jerseys and parade around in that and booty shorts... but give the whole naked Oktoberfest fiasco, she decided against it.
Pouring from one of the special taps while the employees did their thing, she took a sip and frowned. “It's too cold. Who messed with the temperature on the cooling unit again? You do not chill this kind of beer this much. It masks the flavor...”
Note: Special holiday event at Ninkasi's Chicago bar. In the interest of short, quick-paced fun, short replies are encouraged! Want to only put up a sentence or two, go for it!