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[Jul. 19th, 2010|10:31 pm] |
Who: Mephisto and Ariel
What: Drinking, telling stories
Where: Nemo's Rare Books
When: Monday nightish
Warnings: Swearing, BROMANCE SO CANON, grumping at each other.
He had a feeling that he wasn't the only creature that felt like he needed a drink after the bullshit of the day, and he knew just the other creature who'd need one. It wasn't often that Mephistopheles and Ariel agreed about anything, but the one thing that was contested today was their feelings about each other. Mephistopheles ran his fingertips over several bottles at a bar that someone had set up in his castle, before he found himself at Ariel's doorstep. He could feel the devil traps, like thick cobwebs, pull at him when he walked in.
"You know, you're going to need more than those to hold me out. I don't need to use the door," Mephisto announced, before the bottles he'd touched in his castle came to rest on the shop's counter top. In all, there were an even dozen, all different sorts of spirits. From whiskey to wine, vodka, to rum and sake and beyond, all of the finest flavor, and all of the highest proof.
"Women," he said in a dismissive grumble.
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