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[visual | location: a Wilde bar] the streets of gold i've yet to find

After February Jason needed several rounds of a good beer. Drinking on his own was fine, but not knowing where his own local bar was located, in his opinion, was just sad. It didn't take long for him to find what looked like a sports bar. Thankfully it looked much more like Merlotte's than Fangtasia.

When he sat down and ordered what was on draft the bartender slid across a full mug without asking for payment. Looking confused, Jason asked the extra how much his drink would cost him. After informing him that during the month of March, all alcohol was free in Taxon, the bartender left to bustle about his busy non-business.

Jason quickly pulled out his tablet, eager to be the bearer of good news. "Hey, I dunno who all is watchin' this but alcohol is free all month! I don't care what anyone else does, but I'm getting myself trashed right the fuck now. If you wanna make it a party and join in I am ok with that too."

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Someone called it a phone when he arrived, and that's stuck in Loki's brain now. (Also the concept of a tablet is still quite space-age to him.)

"...You are a fucking genius, man."

Loki practically falls over a bar stool when he finally gets there, as his eyes are glued to his tablet and he's paying zero attention to where he's going, except for occasionally checking the map display for that red dot. "Shit! Oh, hey. Free booze guy!"

The sound of Loki's stumble causes Jason to look up immediately. He has enough problems with gravity to know that sound anywhere. Thankfully it seems that the other would be just fine.

He stands up and waves Loki over. "I'm the free booze guy!"

Well, technically that would be the bartender, but he doesn't count.

Loki grins and waves back, then flops onto a bar stool next to the guy. "You know, for a place everyone kept trying to warn me was run by evil overlord hamster aliens, this is a lot more fun than where I came from."

He bounces a little on the stool and demands a beer and an empty glass from the bartender.

"You're right, man. I don't get what people are whining about, the zombies were fun."

Jason liked how straightforward this guy was. "Where're you from that's so boring?"

"Hell yeah! I haven't been able to indulge in a good rampage like that in ages."

Blithely ignoring the possibility that he's coming off as some kind of psychopath, Loki takes a mouthful of the beer set in front of him, swills it around his mouth, and spits it into the empty glass.

A psychopath who was raised in a barn, apparently.

Jason just assumes that Loki is referring to a video game.

The rampaging doesn't give him pause, but the beer spit sure does. He points at the Discard Glass. "Thought you were only supposed to do that sort of thing with tobacco."

That too, man, that too.

"I'm not allowed to actually imbibe." Loki makes a face that manages to be regretful and annoyed at the same time. "Man, I haven't tasted beer in so long. You really don't know how lucky you are."

Seconds after Loki makes a face Jason makes his own. "Ain't allowed? You're grown, who's gonna tell you what to do?"

He's not going to admit that he's never heard the word imbibe before and is only guessing what it means.

Loki embarks on a brief inner struggle between his natural tendency toward being a horrible troll, and his inner Bartleby voice screaming the word SUBTLETY at him.

"Uh...God."

Sorry, inner Bartleby.

At that one Jason scoffs. "Come on, man. I been to Sunday school. God don't got something against drinkin'. Water into wine and all that? Bet Jesus was fun to have at parties."

Loki wouldn't know, he missed out on all the Jesus parties, what with being stuck halfway around the world by then.

"Man, I never said you can't drink." Sip of beer, swill it around, spit it out. "And if you want to split hairs, God does have something against getting drunk."

Poor Loki. Nothing beats free and divine booze.

"So how come I can get drunk but God don't like it? That's not making any sense."

Someday, Loki will just decide to thumb his nose at God completely, and disobey pretty much the one divine order he still follows. And then hopefully some kind stranger will come scrape him up off the floor.

"God doesn't care if you drink, He just doesn't like when you drink to excess and lose control and do stupid shit because of it." Believe him, Jason, Loki knows this first-hand. "He's not gonna stop you from doing it, just punish you afterward for making a bad decision."

One would think this would sound somehow angsty or maudlin, but Loki just shrugs at the end of it and spits out another mouthful of beer.

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