Afterparty

[latinumsbetter]

[After the execution finishes and Wendy is dragged down into the Earth by that absolute horrific monstrosity of a creature and Typhon gives his goodbye, Quark will stand there for a long moment in the silence, before announcing, in a voice that wavers while trying to go for neutral:]

The bar’ll be open. Sitting around alone isn’t going to help anyone. [he turns to look at Ferdinand] Ferdinand, you’re with me. I need someone to move the table.

[and, taking Cerejeira’s elbow, he’s going to head out of the Arena. So...post trial, the Eatery’s been moved into bar configuration by Ferdinand and Quark. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There are snacks from the pantry brought out and placed on plates and in bowls and left out to eat. The bar is open, but so is the kitchen, if anyone wants to make something.

Both Ferdinand and Quark can be found behind the bar, the latter attempting to teach the former how to use the replicator he’s now got back there in addition to the other drink components. At least it’s keeping them busy. They’re both there to serve drinks, however.

The door is open.]

Comments

[stringup]

...I think you're trying a little too hard to look like a confidant, Ferdinand.

[markofnobility]

Ah? Is it not working?

[stringup]

Mostly you look a little awkward.

[markofnobility]

I am NOT awkward.

[Huff. he is in fact very awkward]

[stringup]

Right, and I'm the Scarlet Empress.

[ Though she does seem a little gratified that she can talk just a bit of harmless smack. ]

[markofnobility]

[A flutter of recognition at the name- but Velvet has seen the picture of Edelgard in her red regalia, so maybe that's not surprising]

Well, I would certainly not wish to be seen as awkward in front of Her Majesty.

[huffhuff but also bantering along]

[stringup]

[ Velvet, belatedly remembering that Ferdinand probably doesn't know which Scarlet Empress she's talking about so now she just has to roll with it: ]

Too late for that.

[ Also Velvet: Do not acknowledge that he just called her "Her Majesty" ]

[markofnobility]

Oh, now I will surely be beheaded. Oh well.

[stringup]

[ This feels like it ought to be in poor taste after what just happened, but at the moment it's just darkly amusing. Maybe being a deathknight did mess with her sense of humor.

In the end, she just reaches over the counter to try and flick Ferdinand in the forehead. You know, a "beheading". ]

[markofnobility]

[It is a little dark. But being in war gives you a bit of that. he grunts at the flick, grinning. At least the awkwardness is gone]

[stringup]

[ ...He should not look so amused about this, damn it! Even if it is preferable to the alternative! ]

You can decide on a drink for me.

[markofnobility]

[He thinks... then snaps his fingers and heads to the replicator. It takes a few tries, to make sure the machine understands what he wants. But he comes back with a deep purple drink. It's cut with cider to make it a little less heavy on the liquor, but still strong and tart.]

[stringup]

[ There's absolutely no way Ferdinand could have known what the color purple represents in some cultures back in Creation, but it's nonetheless appropriate, Velvet thinks. She takes a sip. ]

...Are my preferences that obvious?

[markofnobility]

[ if asked he would just say that she seemed to always wear dark things, so a dark drink was fitting. And he will always be more familiar with fruit alcohol]

You did not doctor your tea, so I assumed sweet would be out. The rest is a lucky guess.

[stringup]

Lucky for me that you thought I ought to drink, then.

[markofnobility]

We could all use one tonight, I think.

[Maybe not all booze, but a drink for sure. When he speaks again he is clearly quoting something]

"Drink deep, weary wanderer. For the rivers and the rains are fickle. But but my cup runs endless if only you would stay."

[stringup]

[ ...Huh. Well, he is a noble, after all. Sometimes he reminds Velvet of Radiant Voice too, both in the naive idealism and the tendency to ham it up. ]

...Well, I'll be here for an hour or two. [ But probably not much longer than that. There's only so much socializing that she can take. ]

[markofnobility]

An hour or so is more than enough. If I was not helping Quark I likely would retire early as well.

[ ferdinand you practically bullied your way into 'helping']

[stringup]

Are you sure he won't nag you for chatting instead of actually serving customers?

[markofnobility]

An approcahable air and friendly demenor is just as important to such things as the drinks themselves! I will not get too distracted.

[ one can almost hear the ticking clock of doom over him. He is absolutely gonna get distracted]

[stringup]

[ Velvet: Huh, I wonder where that sound is coming from. ]

So I don't count as a distraction?

[markofnobility]

I would not say THAT. But I have a sniper-level focus-

[ you sure do buddy just not on mixing drinks]

-on my tasks. None could find flaw in my barkeeping, surely!

[stringup]

I don't think I can judge your barkeeping much, but I could find someone more knowledgeable, if you'd like.

[ ...She's probably joking, maybe. ]

[markofnobility]

[Gasp]

No need for that! Though-

[He sees someone else walk up and raises a finger]

- you can see me in action with a wider range. Just a moment.

[...lets be honest she probably gets to watch Ferdie give Aoi straight tomato juice on ice and get hollered at by Quark for it]

[stringup]

[ ... ... ... ]

I see.