It didn't look like any tavern he'd been to, but Coffee Me Better was recommended to him for a "craft beer experience." The term didn't really mean all that much to him, since as far as he knew all beer was crafted by brewmasters. So a craft beer was different than a beer beer? Maybe it had to do with all of the strange flavors they had listed on the menu. He'd already stood in line once and was so bamboozled by the orders he'd overheard from people in front of him that he stepped out of line with a polite smile on his face and kind of just stared at the menu board for a bit, trying to puzzle out what he was trying to order.
The whole 'half-shot' of X and 'fat free Y' type of deal was lost on him. He didn't, however, want to look like an idiot by asking for the largest beer they had if that was not the right way to go about it. He had briefly attempted to listen in more carefully to other orders, in an attempt to pick up a few cues, but they'd rattled complex drink orders off so quickly that he was still not sure the proper method of ordering a drink. Honestly, at this point he was tempted to just leave and find a normal tavern where they just poured you a large glass of cold beer before you even sat down. That was normal. This was… over his head.
Georgina’s penchant for mochas drove her to Coffee Me Better at least once a day. Let the rest of Atlantis have their pumpkin spice chais and lattes. She had her own tastes and cravings to take care of.
She spotted Thor as she walked in and couldn’t help noticing his confusion. “First time in a coffee shop?” she asked, offering a sympathetic smile. With the many different worlds people showed up from, it wasn’t that uncommon. Atlantis was more of an adjustment for some people than others.
"Aye," he said, still staring at the menu, before turning and smiling. "A friend suggested I try a craft beer here. I'm not sure what that means any longer." He wasn't sure what to do with his hands, so he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned over to loudly whisper, conspiratorially, "I think they flavor the beers." With a quick wink, he returned to an upright position and glanced back up at the board.
"Any recommendations?"
Georgina laughed. She couldn’t help herself. “Oh, no, that flavor is for the coffee,” she explained. Coffee Me Better did serve craft beers and coffee liqueur, but the actual coffee menu was more extensive.
No wonder the poor guy was confused.
“I usually get a white mocha here,” she continued, “but a lot of people are into the pumpkin spice drinks this time of year. They do have some good craft beers, though. Other drinks, too, if that’s what you’re into. The Fort George 3-Way IPA is pretty good.” So she’d heard. Georgina wasn’t much of a beer drinker, herself.
"Then I too shall get a White Mocha," answered Thor, obviously capitalizing the words even in his speech. "Regardless of what I'm into, I have not had much luck with three-ways." He continued scanning the board until he saw the white mocha, then nodded to himself. He'd become something of a fan of coffee, flavored or otherwise, ever since his first visit to a diner in what seemed ages ago now. Which, when you were speaking of a lifespan as long as his, was saying a lot - the last decade had been pretty eventful.
He gestured to the line, inviting his new friend to go ahead of him. Manners were important.
“You obviously haven’t had the right partners,” she teased, rolling with his misinterpretation and tossing him a cheeky grin as she moved in front of him to lead the way to the front of the line. She obviously knew that wasn’t what she’d meant by the drink suggestion, but far be it for Georgina to pass up any chance to flirt with innuendo, whether she meant to take it any farther than that or not.
Not that she was opposed in doing so. She had no idea what kind of hit she’d get from a literal god, if she’d get anything at all, but when the god looked like Thor, she certainly wasn’t averse to finding out if he turned out to be into it.
"You're likely right," he responded, following his newest friend to the line. He rolled his eyes upward for a moment, as if trying to think back. "Usually it's an attempt to get something from me, or use me to get to my Father, or just kill me," he noted, casually. He wasn't really going to go into just how often those first two worked, though. If anything, he was at least at a point in his life where he could look back and realize how gullible he'd been and try to learn from it. Hopefully.
“Sounds like you’ve had a very eventful life,” Georgina commented. She’d seen the movies, she kind of knew just how eventful his life had been, but she didn’t like to make that obvious. Even if they all pretty much got the news they were featured in some kind of stories when they got there, it could be awkward to know strangers knew your life story.
"Oh aye," he agreed. "None more so than the last ten years or so, strangely enough." He knew about the films, as Loki had mentioned watching them all during his first week in Atlantis. "Though at least I had days of quiet, which doesn't seem to be the case in Atlantis. Something everyday!" he noted, laughing a bit. "I daresay we all have eventful lives now."
“There’s never a dull moment around here,” Georgina admitted. “A lot of it is pretty fun, but sometimes it’s just really weird.” She thought he was probably lucky to have not been here when they’d all been sent to Breckentale for two months. She had two sets of memories now, as did most others in Atlantis. A lot of the other weird things that happened were pretty fun, though.
"In truth, even the weirder stuff reminds me of pranks my brother would pull when we were younger," noted Thor, stepping forward with the line as it moved up. "Perhaps that gives me some advantage at dealing with events here." He smiled and shrugged. "Or maybe the exact opposite."
At least the line moved quickly, which was one of benefits of magic and mystery that was Atlantis. Or the workers were just very efficient. "Welcome to Coffee Me Better. What can I get you?" asked the barista once Georgina had reached the front of the line.
“It probably will. At least you’ve got a good sense of humor about it all. You’ll need that here.” She offered him a smile and then stepped forward to the counter as the last person in front of her stepped away.
“A white mocha, please,” she ordered, moving to pay for it as Thor stepped up beside her.
"Make that two, tavernkeep." He glanced over at Georgina and continued. "Allow me to purchase your drink, to celebrate new friends?" As he spoke, he pulled out his tablet from his shoulder bag to make the electronic payment. "So much easier than paper and coins," he noted, smiling. "Or trading goats."
“Yes, it is,” Georgina agreed. Born in the 5th century on Cyprus, she could remember a time when that had been the way of commerce in the world. She appreciated the improvements of the modern age. “Thank you, new friend, for the drink.”