come on Virginia, don't let 'em wait [ OPEN ]

[hjack69]

WHO: Everybody who wants in! Primarily adults, but idk maybe some teenagers sneak in with fake IDs or something.
WHERE: BARS..... and also probably some clubs because Jack is Jack.
WHEN: Valentine's night.
WHAT: A Valentine's Day celebration for the grownups. Initiate bar crawl.
WARNINGS: None right now, will update if necessary.

[ The first bar everyone is told to meet up at is ready for them - Jack's already bought a few rounds of drinks for everyone, kindly soul that he is. It's middle-of-the-line, comfortable, neither upscale or ratty. It's a perfect place to start.

From then on, the bars get progressively and progressively shittier, or weirder. Jack's willing to go to a good number of them, so feel free to make up your own theme for open threads and just say they went there at some point! This is pretty much just a mingle/party log spread out over multiple locations, so use it however you want. ]

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[goen]

[ Bar crashing on Valentine's seems right about Bigby's speed, but Yato wasn't expecting Elizabeth to be along for the ride too. If they've already had their lovey dovey night out though, then he supposes all bases are being covered. The Wolfs continue to be strangely compatible... ]

It's more of a tryout. The owner here's a friend of friend. If he keeps liking what I'm doing, he says he'll hire me on officially. So do me a favor and don't let your friends get too out of hand!

[ Someone down the bar calls for a drink, and Yato turns to pour a mug from the tap. ]

Anyway, what'll you have?

[ He just assumes Bigby's going to keep drinking until he's completely shitfaced. ]

[puffing]

This is the part where I could make your life even more of a living hell than it currently is, if I wanted. Lucky I'm not drunk. Yet.

[ Bigby isn't vindictive or serious about his claims, but it's true that he could bring misfortune on this poor young man's life. here is Yato, simply trying to make ends meet and get his shit together by getting a job that will pay rather decently. it would take nothing more than causing a bar fight or complaining about a drink mixed poorly for his tryout to go to shit. would he do that over a table? ―possibly.

it's a good thing they had a heart-to-heart over poptarts and that he is secretly relieved to see the boy moving forward with little help from others. not that he will say that aloud or anything. ]

I'll take a... Commonwealth cocktail, thanks.

[ this is said with the sharpest of tugs at the corner of his lips. if Yato doesn't know what that is, he sure as hell hopes the aspiring bartender whips his phone out and looks. ]

[goen]

[ When he was going through the text for his bartending license, he read about the Commonwealth Cocktail. There was a colorful little sidebar advertising it as a ~*~Fun Fact~*~ when in reality the ingredient list was too long to fit on the page, so it told him to visit the textbook website for full disclosure in that classic unfun textbook way. Don't even bother putting URLs in physical books, you shitty old man textbook writers.

The urge to mock Bigby over his shitty fruity girly drink is strong, but Yato is!! on his best behavior!! remember!! So he slides the other patron's mug down the bar and treats Bigby to an ingratiating smile. ]

Anything for you, Mr. Wolf!

[ He sets a glass with ice in front of Bigby. But of course, the things he pulls up are anything but exotic Commonwealth ingredients. He cranks his showmanship up to 11 and pulls the components of Bigby's drinks up in a dance of bottles, juggling them up and around with the kind of painstakingly practiced flair you'd expect out of a much more upscale bar. One by one, he spins each bottle into a pour:

1 oz tequila
1 oz Jack Daniel's Tennessee whiskey
1 oz Wild Turkey bourbon whiskey
1 oz Goldschlager cinnamon schnapps
1 oz rum
1 oz blueberry schnapps

When he's done, he thuds each component bottle in a line for Bigby's perusal, just in case he couldn't see the labels in the middle of all the flashiness. If Bigby knows his drinks, he may also know the actual name of this one. ]

Your Commonwealth cocktail, sir.

10 days later

[puffing]

[ there's absolutely nothing girly about a drink that contains over 70 ingredients. no way in hell. the fact that he had the balls to even ask Yato to try and make it should show how manly it is, because more bartenders wouldn't feel even a little bad telling that jackass of a customer to get the hell out. instead of the young man spitting back some attitude, he smiles. Bigby knows a fake smile when he sees one, but damn. got to give him credit for holding his own.

the detective sits there and watches with bemusement as Yato seemingly takes this matter seriously. it doesn't take long to realize that he isn't making a Commonwealth, either faking it 'til he makes it or going another route altogether. he somehow manages to remain quiet the entire time the drink is prepared, watching with a thoughtful expression as the bottles are spun around in an obnoxious manner. totally showing off, almost as if he's trying to prove himself. it's almost cute!

by the time the drink is made, Bigby's lips curve into an amused look of sorts. almost a smile, even! talk about crazy. ]

Heh. Okay. I'll give credit where credit's due. Pretty good. [ Bigby brings the glass up and to his nose to smell the end result. before tipping it back down his mouth to taste for the first time, he sneaks out one last comment. ] Too bad schnapps fucking suck. At least you tried.