[Indeed, the context for why “David” might be an insulting name to be assigned flies completely over Lilias’s head, as does any knowledge that it might potentially be pronounced any other way. Her Earth knowledge is still barebones at best, though she does at least seem to let Tezca’s comment pass without trying to pursue it down that rabbit hole.]
Likewise, [she says. Bel continues to say nothing at all, though the bird does at least look at Tezca when spoken to, briefly bobbing his head in a gesture of apparent acknowledgement.
Tezca’s question has Lilias’s gaze slipping over to follow his, though obviously most of what she sees is completely alien to her. Note to self: Read up on local brand names for different liquors before going out again. And learn what “cocktails” are.]
Usually I prefer wine, but not at places like this. [Places where the wine probably won’t be any good, she means. She is, unfortunately, a bit of a wine snob.] A few drinks of something formidable wouldn’t go amiss. What do you like, here?
[ What a little gentleman. Tezcatlipoca is also pretty interested in Bel, admittedly, but only because of his domain of magecraft. It feels obvious to him that the bird is a familiar, but he also knows that his expectations for that aren’t necessarily accurate. Plus. There’s just a little bit of instinct that makes him want to essentially bully poor Bel, what with being a jaguar god and all.
But that’s for later, once he’s nice and properly drunk (?). He also shakes his head when she says wine, since he wouldn’t go for it here either, but turning it back to him? He smiles mischievously. ]
Easy. Tequila.
[ He leans back to nod to the bartender, since that’s that, so far as he’s concerned, but he laughs as he sits back properly. ]
Real hard drink to fuck up, even if it’s cheap. The agave always gives it a flavor that’s like nothing else, so if you like warm and earthy, you’re gonna get it.
[Lilias nods, more than content to go with Tezca’s recommendation. Neither the plant nor the drink is at all familiar to her, hailing as she does from a rather damp, northerly climate, but his description sounds agreeable enough, and she’s curious enough to want to judge the drink for herself.
Especially when the suggestion has come with such a mischievous look.
For now, Lilias makes herself comfortable and focuses on Tezca, letting the bar’s sleepy music and dim, cramped ambience fade into the background. He’s chosen the place well; it’s the right kind of bar to visit with company. She likes being able to hear herself think.]
So. [She smiles.] Are you going to going to fill me in on why the bartender here gave you such a lukewarm reception?
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Likewise, [she says. Bel continues to say nothing at all, though the bird does at least look at Tezca when spoken to, briefly bobbing his head in a gesture of apparent acknowledgement.
Tezca’s question has Lilias’s gaze slipping over to follow his, though obviously most of what she sees is completely alien to her. Note to self: Read up on local brand names for different liquors before going out again. And learn what “cocktails” are.]
Usually I prefer wine, but not at places like this. [Places where the wine probably won’t be any good, she means. She is, unfortunately, a bit of a wine snob.] A few drinks of something formidable wouldn’t go amiss. What do you like, here?
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But that’s for later, once he’s nice and properly drunk (?). He also shakes his head when she says wine, since he wouldn’t go for it here either, but turning it back to him? He smiles mischievously. ]
Easy. Tequila.
[ He leans back to nod to the bartender, since that’s that, so far as he’s concerned, but he laughs as he sits back properly. ]
Real hard drink to fuck up, even if it’s cheap. The agave always gives it a flavor that’s like nothing else, so if you like warm and earthy, you’re gonna get it.
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[Lilias nods, more than content to go with Tezca’s recommendation. Neither the plant nor the drink is at all familiar to her, hailing as she does from a rather damp, northerly climate, but his description sounds agreeable enough, and she’s curious enough to want to judge the drink for herself.
Especially when the suggestion has come with such a mischievous look.
For now, Lilias makes herself comfortable and focuses on Tezca, letting the bar’s sleepy music and dim, cramped ambience fade into the background. He’s chosen the place well; it’s the right kind of bar to visit with company. She likes being able to hear herself think.]
So. [She smiles.] Are you going to going to fill me in on why the bartender here gave you such a lukewarm reception?