Sometime in the late afternoon...

[az_shrimp_horny]

[The mirror turns on to show... a ceiling. Anyone familiar with it might recognize it as the ceiling of the bar.]

Shit... hold on... mother fucker...

[There's some fumbling and the image shakes as Eleanor tries to pick up her mirror and her drink at the same time. The mirror clatters to the bar and she laughs before finally getting the mirror properly in her hand and turned so her smiling face can be seen.]

Heeeeeeeey. [Someone is... very... drunk.] Y'know, you ever think about how hard... how hard it is to keep track of what fucking day it is 'round here? Do you? 'cause you know what I jus' fig... figuuuuu [She makes a face, somehow having difficulty sounding out the word] Figuuured out? We missed Saint Patrick's day! And and and and and I'm not Irish but any holiday that includes cope... copi... [She purses her lips, snickering at herself.] lots of booze is a something worth celebrating in my book.

[She drops the mirror, giggling as she picks it up and toasts it with her rather large margarita.]

So thas what'm doing. An' you guys should come join me!

((ooc: Come drink with Eleanor! Respond over the mirror, join her in the bar, or assume you've been there drinking with her already. No rules, wooo!!))

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[hard_mode]

[ Elena would happen by not long after, and plop down a plate mounded with fries and cheese sticks and those little bar fajitas. ]

Eat something.

[ She also slid a glass of water over near her and took a sip of her own beer before taking a seat by the woman. ]

And drink some water, sober you will thank me tomorrow.

[ By all means, let the party continue, but do so in a safe way is what she's getting at. ]

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor won't look a gift party mom in the mouth. She grins and picks up the water.]

Heeeey thanks! Always good to have someone helping a sloppy drunk like me with my future hangover.

[With that, she chugged half the water and grabbed a cheese stick.]

[hard_mode]

That's the spirit.

[ Elena took a fajita and nibbled at it then had another swig of beer. ]

Elena Fisher, new to this place, haven't felt the need to get black out drunk yet. What's your story?

[video]

[serpentinthegarden]

Eleanor? Are you... celebrating St. Patrick's Day??

[ Crowley gestured at the screen in an expression of complete disgust. ]

Why?! That guy drove all the snakes out of Ireland, he was a jerk!

[video]

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor squints at the video.]

Izzat what he did? Huh. Yeah I had no fucking clue, I always jus' thought it was a holiday to get plastered and pinch people.


[She raises her glass.]

Fuck that, I'll drink to the snakes!

[az_shrimp_horny]

Eleanor Shellstrop. [She waggles her fingers at her.]

've been here a few months. Like... Five? Six? Fuck, I don't remember. I mean, I don't need a reason to get blackout drunk. It's just more socially accep... Acceptable to have one.

[takeitsleazy]

Good idea.

[Michael was decked out in a green suit with a gold bow tie and a rainbow pocket square. the tie was already disheveled and undone, and his eyes had the soft, unfocused shine of the pleasantly buzzed]

What was that black thing you were drinking that one time. We should have a bunch of those.

[takeitsleazy]

[once she's done, Michael grabs her mirror and flips it open again, setting down his fourth green beer of the evening]

We need to take a selfie. Right? ... This beer is nasty. Why is the green supposed to make it better? It doesn't. Or maybe I just don't like beer. Hard to tell.

[az_shrimp_horny]

[She giggles, draping an arm over his shoulders and planting a big smooch on his cheek. The perfect selfie!]

The green's just s'posed to make it green. Just wait til you puke later, it'll look so fucking weird. [She giggles again] And if you don't like beer why... why're you still drinking it? Drink something you do like!

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Excuse him while he just stares blankly at the traitorous demon, nay... giant leprechaun. ]

The human I could understand it's their holiday but you...

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Hey! That's her giant leprechaun, she'll have you know!.

Eleanor snickers.]

Oh c'mon! Stop being such a sour puss and come fucking drink with us! Does it really fucking matter why?

I'm leaving this typo on principle

[takeitsleazy]

[the absolute best, especially since she leaves a smear of green lipstick on his cheek afterwards, which he completely doesn't notice and will therefore leave there until someone points it out. ... don't point it out, please.]

I'm drinkging it because that's what you said we do on St. Patrick's Day, Eleanor, make some sense.

[takeitsleazy]

[and she's going to be very lucky later, even. probably. if he doesn't pass out. if both of them don't.]

Yeah, it's not like we're chasing snakes or anything, we're just drinking this awful green beer which apparently we're supposed to drink but don't have to. If I'd known that three drinks ago I would have switched to something better.

Come help me pick something better, Crowley, you're good at drinks. We can lure all the snakes back in. Anti-St. Patrick's.

[trashylittlesecret]

[the very worst stereotypical Irish brogue is heard loud and clear even before Richie opens the door]

Feeeeth in begorrah, lassie, why ye be a'havin' a party an' not tellin' Trashy McGee aforehand?

[he's wearing an appropriately festive tee, and carrying another in his other hand, which he tosses at her. catch, Trashprentice.]

[hard_mode]

Hey, I don't judge anyone except my husband.

[ She held up her hands to show that whatever way she dealt with things was fine with Elena, she'd just be her food pusher today. ]

Is Margarita a traditional St. Patrick's Day beverage for you?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh, it's fine. [he was listening from te other room and comes to give Crowley a kiss on the cheek]

After all, demons should hide on this day and not give the nasty saint a two fingered salute by getting smashed at some bar just to show how much they don't care. [he offered Crowley a smile] Right?

[serpentinthegarden]

Tch.

[ That was a manipulative master work accompanied by the sweetest symphony of a kiss... and it had also made a fine point. No one could give long dead Saints two-fingered salutes better than he could. ]

Put down the colored water Micheal and ask the bartender for a Snakebite.

[ Yukon Jack and lime juice. It seemed a simple enough drink but Yukon Jack was a sickly-sweet drink and mixed with the lime juice it would pack a wallop of sweet and sour that would knock anyone off their stool. Also left one with a nice buzz. ]

Its more fitting for the occasion anyway. I'll have one once I get there.

[az_shrimp_horny]

Wooooo! Angel for the win! C'mon, Crowley! You've got some catching up to do!

[Eleanor... Nearly falls off her bar stool. But she grabs the edge of the bar to save herself. She laughs and waves down the bartender.]

Yo! Three snakebites!

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[only three? Well, he isn't going to argue. He'll just offer a little smile and go back to what he was reading]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Two straws? ]

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Hey, dude, the more the merrier! She... Still has her margarita to finish, anyway.]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[being not a mind reader of any capacity, he is going to pretend to be content with his book until someone says something]

[az_shrimp_horny]

[It takes a moment for her to realize he's still reading. (Why is the mirror still on? Who the fuck knows. She's too drunk for this shit.)]

Yo! Azi... Ra... Uh... Angel face! Put down th' book and join us!

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[creepyoldguy]

[Ugh. Alcoholics. In the happy, friendly, sloppy phase before they emotionally gutted you. It’s a trap.]

Yeah, gonna pass. You guys enjoy pickling your livers.

[Finger guns, and a quick log-off. He doesn’t have issues...you have issues.]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Was it still on? Oh. Musta left he mirror on the table when he wandered off to grab his jacket. Crowley palmed the thing and looked back to the bookworm. ]

You can't tell me you would rather read than have a Snakebite?

[ An eyebrow arched temptingly giving that just a little hint at a deeper meaning. ]

[takeitsleazy]

[that got an evil giggle out of Michael as he unceremoniously poured out the remainder of his nasty green beer in an empty pretzel bowl. that earned a sour look from the bartender, but at least the bowl had been empty, and they were well-paying customers. Michael had developed a reputation for coming in the day after and leaving copious tips to atone for Drunk Him's previous behavior, after all.]

Yeah, if you don't come one of us will end up taking it for you, probably.

[he nudged Eleanor with one elbow, a gesture which nearly unseated them both from their stools, and stage-whispered about as loudly as a demon failing at being discreet could do]

See? I'm teasing him so he'll get all huffy and come have fun with us. He never thinks he'll have fun until he actually gets here. Works like a charm.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Not if you say it out loud, it doesn't. [but he's pleased as punch to be invited.]

I do rather enjoy snakebites so I suppose I can join you. [he stretches arms and wings and then stands]

Let's go, sweetheart. [and he smacks Crowley on the rear with the book as he goes to fetch his coat]

[originaldragoon]

I think you had drank enough for several people already.

What is Saint Patrick's day?

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Acting as if he had just been mortally wounded by such a violent attack he just stared after the angel aghast... ]

Sweetheart?

[ It's one thing in private Aziraphale but in front of the guys...? ]

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor caught that and she's finally fallen off her bar stool because she's laughing her ass off.]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Don't like it? [he shoots Crowley a smirk over his shoulder, then comes back and slides a finger along his jaw.] Then prove me wrong.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ A demonic snarl rumbled up from some where deep within but with that laughter ringing through the mirror until he flicked it off he stalked away from those naughty fingers to hold open the door. ]

I'll drink you under the table.

[ He didn't hate it. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[maybe he didn't, but despite the snarl making his wings fluff, he couldn't help but want to smooth the demon's feathers, even a little. He met him by the door and smiled at him before leaning in to press a kiss to that mouth]

I look forward to it.

[then took Crowley's hand in his and tugged him out into the hall]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ It wasn't too long before they were walking into the front door of the bar, hand-in-hand and likely paying each others eyes more attention than the silly laughingly drunk Eleanor on the floor and her very green demon... at least until the first shot was offered up. They had to at least have a hand free to collect that! ]

How long have you two been out here?

[ So asked with a toast of the Snakebite before he downed the shot in one go and made an appropriately scrunched face at it's sourness. ]

[takeitsleazy]

Michael had, in the interim, attempted to help Eleanor up off the floor and ended up down there with her. His empty shot glass was in his hand as he waved it at Crowley and Aziraphale in greeting.

"Oh, since about ... what was that time you made that really horrible joke about, Eleanor, the dentist one?"

Tooth hurty.

"Pull up some floor, it's surprisingly comfortable and only a little sticky. Almost smells like Eleanor's favorite scent, too."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Certainly he will not! But a click of the fingers produces a low table that's only slightly grumpy looking about the face and a set of cushions for them to sit on. He orders a tasteful Strawberry Daiquiri for himself from the disgruntled barman and smiles at his friends.

"You both look half sloshed already."

[serpentinthegarden]

A Strawberry Daiquiri... two more Snakebites were ordered and after he took a seat on one of those pillows he subtly switched the daiquiri for the snakebite. He didn't take it away, the more powerful drink was simply sitting in front of the fruity pink thing with the cocktail umbrella.

"Full sloshed. You don't get more sloshed than ending up rolling around on the floor."

[az_shrimp_horny]

Hey, guys, Eleanor wouldn't still be on the floor if Michael hadn't joined her and made it very hard to get up. She crawls over to the new table and sits on one of those cushions. What? It looks much comfier than the floor.

She grinned at her friends, narrowly resisting the urge to take that daiquiri for herself. "Heeyyyy I'm jus' still down here 'cause there wasn't anyone to help me up."

A pause.

"Waaaaaaaaaaait Michael... are you saying my favorite scent is bar floor funk?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"I am trying very hard not to think about funk, floor or otherwise. Wasn't that your style of music, dear?" A glance at Crowley. He picked up the snake bite, since, well, it was there and all and he may as well drink what was in front of him and knocked it back. It was sour as anything and the alcohol charged through his system like a mad bull but he had trained his expression for over six thousand years and so didn't let a flicker of it show through.

"Not bad." A faint smirk at Michael. "And how many daiquiris have you had?"

[az_shrimp_horny]

Yup! And proud of it!

[That's not something to be proud of.... oh well.]

Apparently it's got something to do with a guy driving snakes out of Ireland. I always just thought it was about getting plastered and kissing Irish people.

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor laughs and rushes to greet him, fumbling to catch the shirt before drunkenly jumping him in a hug.]

Heeeeeeyyyyyy.

[She kisses his cheek before releasing him.]

Sorry, bud, it jus' kinda happened. You know how it is. C'mon, I'll buy you a drink.

[takeitsleazy]

"Oh." Michael pouted as he realized he'd been left alone. Floor, party of one. He rolled awkwardly onto his side, a tangle of green limbs, and pulled himself onto the last remaining pillow. Once he'd been righted, the pout summarily disappeared, and he smiled patiently at Eleanor.

"No. Waterpark vomit," he clarified, calm as anything, before addressing Aziraphale. "No daiquiris. Four disgusting green beers, and a snakebite. But whatever that is," with a point at the daiquiri, "I want to try one. It looks .... what's the word you always use. Scummy."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Scummy's the word."

Crowley agreed... and then pretended he hadn't just taken a sip from the thing when no one was looking his way. Pink was a bad look for a demon.

[takeitsleazy]

Michael asked for a daiquiri, and was presented with options. Lime coconut sounded good: he remembered hearing some song once about limes and coconuts and drinking. Maybe that was what they'd been talking about. And the lime was green! So it still counted. He accepted the frothy, pale yellow concoction from the bartender and held it aloft.

"What do they say, again? Oh, right! Cheers!"

Someone down the street noodled out a few particular chords on the piano outside the opera house. Huh.

[az_shrimp_horny]

"Waterpark what?" Huh. Those chords sounded oddly familiar. Eh. Nothing she had to think about tonight. She raised her own glass and clinked it against Michael's. "Cheers! To friends!" She thought for a moment before adding, "And fuck St. Patrick, the asshole."

Satisfied that that would satisfy Crowley's desire to go against St. Patrick's Day, she grinned at her winged friends. "You two have a lotta catching up to do."