Pog Mahone's Irish Pub, Mainland, Maryland, Monday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

This was quite possibly the tackiest Irish-themed tavern in America, Anders mused as he waited for the bartender to fill his order. It wasn't even a culture from his world, but he felt offended on behalf of the poor Irish whose culture was being reduced to beer posters, green lights and plastic shamrocks stuck on everything that would hold them. But the music wasn't too painful and the bartender took a lenient attitude toward the underaged, so it was where Edward and Anders had ended up.

It was still fairly quiet in the bar, though Anders suspected it wouldn't be once Happy Hour started and the drinks got cheaper. He wasn't one to complain about either cheap drinks or crowded bars, so that was hardly a negative.

He brought the round back to the table and passed a pint of something black and bitter over to his companion. "Cheers."

[OOC: For he who is named in the post.]

Comments

[doesnotkneel]

"Entirely true," Edward said, dumping the shot back into his own pint. "'Course, we could also look into one of those tiny fruit drinks you were mentioning after this."

He just preferred to be drunk enough to think that was a good idea, first.

[not_every_mage]

"That really would turn my stomach," Anders said, sounding strangely pleased by the possibility. "Y'know what, though? I'll do it. 'Cause trying new things is good for you."

[doesnotkneel]

Edward grinned at him. "See?" he said, reaching out to give Anders a firm pat on the back. "That's what I like to hear! Trying new things. A whole new frontier."

Which involved half-emptying the pint he currently had down his gullet.