Pog Mahone's Irish Pub, Baltimore, Saturday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

This was still the tackiest Irish-themed pub in America, just as it had been for Anders' and Edward's first visit the fall before. Almost everything that could be faded, scratched or dingy was, and the badly outdated St. Patrick's Day posters curled off the walls at their edges. But the beers were cheap, the bartenders were lax about carding, and Anders knew from past experience that the nachos were thick with melted cheese and gloppy guacamole.

It was, in other words, the perfect place to introduce Thorin to earth culture.

"They added a new type of nachos!" Anders exclaimed with some delight, as he squinted at the menu. "Irish. With ... potato slices, cheese and bacon. We have to try those, don't we?"

[OOC: For those named. NFB due to distance.]

Comments

[doesnotkneel]

"Master Alex hates you," Edward said with a snicker.

[not_every_mage]

"Master Alex," Anders declared with the wave of one hand, "has no taste."

[dwarvenswagger]

"And is still better than Master Kenway," Thorin added. Because reasons.

[doesnotkneel]

"You're drunk, mate," Edward said, forgetting all about his vow never to speak to Thorin again. "Have another!"

He was shoving more rum at Thorin. Of course he was.

[not_every_mage]

Anders giggled at that for some (drunk) reason and found a triangle of quesadilla to douse in sour cream. "Excellent idea, Edward."

[dwarvenswagger]

"Tamahhadi!" Thorin cheered, lifting his glass in a salute.