I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men.

[dashboardlite]

Who: Philip, Dean Winchester, and all the Wonderland residents ever
Where: Fifth floor, Room five
When: RIGHT. NOW.
Rating: PG for suggestive themes and the consumption of alcoholic beverages in the presence of minors.
Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. "Desperate measures" meaning ...
The Story:



It is an auspicious night. Your transmitter crackles excitedly, bearing good tidings in the form of Dean Winchester standing proudly in front of a door, Philip LaFresque at his side, expression rather put-upon. Your resident hunter beams.

"Evenin', ladies and gents!"

"Do we have t--"

"Shaddup, Phil. Come one, come al-"

"We've constructed a bar in room five on the fifth floor," Philip interrupts, stepping forward to save the day. "We all know that getting alcohol has never exactly been a problem here, but you also know that everything tastes better when you--"

"Apple-bobbing! Pie-eating contests! Classic rock! Wet t-shirt competition!"

”There is no wet t-shirt competition!”

The feed cuts short in a haze of white noise, but the offer still stands.


[[ ooc note; Both Dean and Philip will be available for separate threads, so you can interact with your friendly and charming bartenders. Please feel free to use the free space below to interact with anyone else in Wonderland's new roadhouse pub gin joint speakeasy whatever! :D You are not obligated to talk to either of the classy fellows behind the counter. ]]

Comments

[epiccombo]

[Dude. Drinking is totally up Puck's alley. He's got some stuff that he'd like to not remember, and what better way to forget than to get drunk?

So he walks up to the bar.]

Hey.

[dashboardlite]

I'd ask for an ID, but I'm kinda past that already.

[He doesn't want to keep track, and these kids can probably get the stuff from the closets, anyway.]

What's your poison, dude?

[epiccombo]

Yeah, well, even if you said no, I totally have my ways.

[The closets don't ask for ID, after all.]

Got any beer?

[This would be a pretty sucky bar if he doesn't.]

[dashboardlite]

[Your ways aren't as cool as this venue, dude.]

It ain't a question of having it - we got any kind you want. You got a preference?

[epiccombo]

[This does beat hanging around outside a gas station, hoping someone will fork over some cash for beer.]

Nah, not really.

[He pauses, as something has just occurred to him.]

What's the catch? You gonna make us start tabs or something?

[dashboardlite]

Nah, I don't really see the point.

[You look like a beefy guy, Puck, let's give you something extra-manly.]

We just sorta wanted a hangout place, y'know?

[epiccombo]

[Oh hell yes, that stuff's good. Puck's starting to like Dean already.]

Well, good, 'cause that would be a total buzzkill. And yeah, I get it. This place needed something like that.

[dashboardlite]

It needs a whole lot more than closet-booze, but hey, this is a start, right?

[He arbitrarily starts pseudo-cleaning glasses behind the counter.]

So I forget...you go to school with all those Ohio kids, right?