Open Bar Post for the duration of the event

[luckynumberthree]

Who: Anyone!
Where: The temporarily-relocated bar, now in a 1st floor tea room until the fifth floor becomes inhabitable again.
When: The duration of the event
Rating: ???
Summary: With the fifth floor being overrun by Silent Hill shenanigans and weird unfortunate afflictions, the bar staff has temporarily relocated to the first floor until they can return upstairs. Unfortunately, they're still cursed by the unfortunate truth-telling side effects. Drink and Tell at your own risk.

The Story:
The bar has weathered a lot of events in Wonderland, and will no doubt weather a lot more, but between the recent string of murders (Thanks, Dean Winchester) and the current vivid atmosphere on the fifth floor, everyone had agreed that finding somewhere a little less terrifying to get drunk was a requirement until things got sorted and back to normal.

Of course, moving locales doesn't seem to free them from the new geas of truth-telling that's seemed to invade anywhere in the mansion that nourishment is offered. That's not enough for them to close their doors, though. In fact, Simon's all for this, because he thinks it could provide some pretty amusing interesting revelations. And as he is the one most visible in the bar for the next few days, he could use some of that. Jo's still recovering from her attack and he might still be over-protectively fussing just a little.

He's his typical welcoming self to anyone who wanders in for some alcohol, however, always ready with a drink and likely some inappropriate humor. Delve into deep truths at your own risk, however.

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[first_demon]

She bristled, frustrated that he would imply such things. They had shared years together in Hell, suddenly a freckled little hell raiser uprooted that relationship and wormed his way into Crowley's confidence. Worse was that he manipulated the usually clever demon into becoming weak and whipped.

It was sickening.

"I know you better than you think, Fergus." Lilith crossed her arms. "You think that Dean isn't going to abandon you and turn against you? You'll get a rude awakening. He's smart and he's lost all humanity. He doesn't care about anyone. He killed his brother, someone that he's been obsessed with for all of his life. What makes you think that you're going to escape any better?"

She scoffed, "You've got a target on your back, we all do. But instead of acting like the King you claim you are, you're acting like his lap dog? Why? Because you're hurt that you've been abandoned by others. Well I'm here now and I'm asking you to trust me, the way we used to trust each other."

Lilith frowned. "You might not believe me, but this isn't some game. It's not karaoke or fooseball or anything like that. It's carnage and you should know what a Knight of Hell can do!"

[goesdown]

At the use of his old name, he flinched visibly. No one called him that. No one. He'd always hated that name and he'd shed it quickly in his new life for a reason.

"He isn't going to leave me!" He gestured wildly with his hands while he yelled. "You're wrong and you're jealous because I've found someone else to be my partner in running Hell. I've moved on. Deal with it!"

He slammed his glass down on the bar and started to stalk towards the door.

[first_demon]

She raised her hand, shutting the door telekinetically. Her anger was raised, but despite the words, she wasn't about to hurt him intentionally. But there was no harm in giving a show, a reminder that she wasn't an underling. She wasn't someone to be trifled with and she wasn't weak.

She was the First Demon.

"Yes," the words came out unbidden, further angering her. Why in the Hell is she telling the truth now?! Of all times! "Yes, I'm jealous. I'm angry that Hell is now under the hands of someone who shows more interest in his relationships than in actually running it! I'm angry that you chose the brother of the man who murdered me! And I'm angry that despite everything you said to me in the garden, you're not going to bother to listen to me now!"

The glass he was drinking from shattered. "I care about you and you dying is the last thing I want. So stop and think for a minute. Remember the stories you heard about the mark, remember why Lucifer created it! It's not an idle thing, it makes him into a creature of murder and destruction!"

[goesdown]

"We're all creatures of murder and destruction, so you might want to watch where you throw those stones." He eyes narrowed. "You made me like this. You know exactly what sort of creature I am." He was self-serving and unable to feel anything approaching love for anyone. It was what made him such a good demon to begin with.

Gesturing to the room, he continued. "Look around you. This isn't Hell. There's no throne here. There's you and me and that whore Meg. That's it. That's the kingdom. I'm not going to turn on my allies just to please you and like it or not, Sam and Dean are my allies here. Back home, too. I won't bend my life to the will of someone I've already lost."

His face twisted unpleasantly. "I'm happy you're here, but I'm not your servant and I doubt you'll find that in Meg, either."

[first_demon]

"Yes I do. But the demon I made was clever and quick witted. He knew how to stay alive." She frowned. "We're not in Hell anymore, but it doesn't stop you from being the demon that took the throne."

She scoffed, "I'm not looking for a servant! You are one of the few allies that I trust and I need your help. Sam needs your help! The Mark of Cain is something that threatens all of us. He's not going to stop at just Sam and I'm not about to die so you can keep your buddy."

Lilith took a step towards him, "Have you even talked to Sam? You're so concerned on not turning against your allies, but you risk isolating one of them. Sam doesn't want his brother to stay a demon."

[goesdown]

"I'm not isolating Moose. I've talked to him about this more than you have, I assure you."

His shoulders were tense, back like a bow. This wasn't a conversation she wanted to have, not if she wanted him to listen.

"And I do know how to stay alive, unlike you. Maybe you should take advice from me for once. When there's a monster who can kill you, you stay the hell out of its way. You most certainly don't kick the hornet's nest the way you seem to want to."

[first_demon]

She gives a huff, shaking her head. "You're punishing me for following Lucifer's plan. You claim you've moved on, but you're still angry at me. What do you want me to say?" The words are pulled from her again, the truth spell stronger than her own frustrations.

"I made a mistake! A miscalculation! I thought I could begin the apocalypse and then escape having to ante up for Lucifer. Sam didn't take the bait and I had no other choice! A deal's a deal!" She bit out the words, trying to keep them still inside.

"Fine, Crowley. Advise me then. How do we remove the mark from Dean?"

[goesdown]

"Has anyone tried cutting off his arm?" He turns back to the door again. "That's where I would start if I hadn't agreed to keep my distance and I actually cared."

He pauses at the door as he pulls it open.

"I have moved on. That's the point. You're several years dead and I've changed."

[first_demon]

"Deep down though, you'll always be that man that I met at the crossroads. The one that I made a deal with and who radiated sadness in his soul. We were partners and no matter how many years passed, it's not taking away the fact you started this journey with me."

She teleported back to her room, not wanting to hear a denial or see a look of disgust on his face. She opened up far more than she wanted and Crowley's words hurt her. She needed time to lick her wounds.