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Corben Kelly	It's just after nine on a Wednesday night - odd night for a bar's grand opening, but then Corben can't be called anything but 'odd'. Still, it's a new place and people are always about 'new', so The Raven's Nest is decently crowded. One waiter and two waitresses hustle and bustle about serving up signature dishes and just normal old - no fancy name involved - fare as well. All the staff are wearing sporting black t-shirts with 'Welcome to the Nest' on the front and 'Sometimes We Eat Crow' on the back. Corben himself has taken up a place behind the bar, but he's not alone there. He has two other bartenders as 'back up'. He, however, isn't sporting the company shirts - he's just not that much of a conformist. He's dressed in his typical fare of some ripped and faded band shirt beneath a long black duster and some black pants tucked into clunky black boots - someone forgot to tell him that emo went out of style in the 90's. Entertainment, for the moment, is a little local band that's big on Celtic Punk covers. Beneath a large picture of a raven wearing a witches hat on the back wall is a sign that reads: Magic Prohibited on Premises. It's something the 'mundane' find quirky and fun. Other's might know the truth of it. To anyone with any sort of mystical senses, the warding here can be felt. If that sense includes the visual, the walls themselves sparkle and glitter with magic - looks like a unicorn barfed on them. The very paint in the place, the mortar between the bricks, anything that could be mixed with one of Corben's potions, elixirs or powders has been.
Sara Pezzini	It was just after nine, and Sara had /just/ finished work. Another long night of writing reports, reading reports, and yelling at rookies for failing to do both. At least now she was free for the night, no more dealing with rookies, and on her way to the Raven's Nest. Parking her motorcycle outside and leaving the helmet on the seat, she adjusted her jacket to ensure her service side arm was covered and headed inside. The scream in her head was a real thing, causing her to wince and start laughing. To anyone watching there was no obvious reason for the reaction, perhaps the Italian was laughing at the Irish? Once she collected herself (and Witchblade stopped screaming about unicorn vomit), she made her way over to the bar and ordered... coffee, with cream and sugar. "Looks like a hit Corben," she called out over the music.
Frank Noble	Frank Noble walks into a bar. No pun intended. He was curious about the sign amd felt...odd. But he alsonfelt clearer headed, albeit wearer. He is dressed casually and walks to the bar and orders a Black Velvet. He nods to anyone else at the bar and slowly looks around, enjoying what he sees and hears.
Talia al Ghul	She's here moreso out of curiousity. She doesn't know Corben, having barely met at all, but with things going on she finds it useful to familiarize herself. So she's quiet, mostly over in the background while glancing about everything present. Talia has her own cup of wine with her that she's sipping from. It' s arule of thumb to not drink anything alcoholic provided by an establishment for her.     It's something that's mostly in the Fae realms, but habits die hard. So she makes a point of only taking her own things with her while she watches.
Sprite	Sprite was surprised to hear about a new hangout for the League, and even moreso to hear it's a bar. So, time to see if she gets hassled. The short redhead makes her way out to the Raven's Nest, in jeans, boots, t-shirt, and leather jacket. She looks far too young to be in a bat. A quick visual sweep of the place turns up few people she knows so far, so instead, she settles for starting up towards the bar.
Corben Kelly	It's only a small sidestep from mixing together magic to mixing together drinks, so something as simplistic as a Black Velvet? He could do that in his sleep. Frank's drink is served up lickitiysplit and perfect despite Corben being distracted by Sara's entrance. It might be noted, by those that know him enough to notice, that he's not wearing his cochlear processors tonight. Things don't do much good with conversation with all the background noise anyway - so it's reading lips for him. It's something he's better than good at, so it's all ... good. "Did you bring the 'you can't sue us paperwork'?" he calls back. "Or am I fired already?" When his hands aren't full, he's signing. Even if he has one hand full, he's 'mumbling' - using one hand to half-ass signs that typically need two. It's a definitely clue-in for the non-deafies that they need to get his attention to speak with him. To Talia over there with her home-brought drink, Corben makes a motion of pointing to his eyes with his middle and index fingers and turning them both toward her - universal for 'I see you'. Is he unhappy about someone bringing their own booze? Nah, probably not. He just wants to be sure she knows that he knows or something? "What can I getcha?" he asks when Sprite winds up in the same general vicinity. "I'm going to assume that you're of legal age here or somesuch, oui?" Does he care if she is, probably not.
Sara Pezzini	Fishing into the inner pocket of her jacket, Sara removes a rolled up piece of paper. Honesty it looks like a scroll, even tied with a ribbon. Laying it on the bar, she watches his mumbled signs with a smirk. She wasn't great as ASL, so the mumbles were almost completely lost on her. "Of course I did," she signs, noting that her coffee wasn't there yet. It was always, she was a cop which means she already had coffee many times today. She takes a moment to look around the room, noting faces she knew and where they were, and of course taking in all the exits. Sprite gets a once over, but Witchblade whispers in her head and she just nods. Turning back to Corben, she slides the scroll towards him. When he has the chance to unroll it, it's a twelve by eight inch scroll on parchment paper, the words, "We can't sue you" written in calligraphy, and Sara has signed it.
Juggernaut	With one of his recent watering holes closed on account of...well...random wild Sentinel aggro..... Cain Marko has been on the look out for an appropriate place to replace it. Granted, he's not without options or other places he frequents, including a certain secret mercnary and 'super villain' hangout that absolutely -totally- super secret and not easily found. Sure. But even with a place like that accessible to him, sometimes you just want to try something new and what better wayt o do that then to help break in a new spot that' s opening up. One hopes not literally break, of course. He arrives behind several other more normal clientele who pause in shock as his mammoth shadow falls over them and his body looms behind them - a moving wall with arms and legs, dark shades, slight beard and crew cut red hair. He pays them no mind, passing them by like an oil tanker by a small fishing boat, and makes his way further into the bar to scope it out with his heavy foot falls forceful but not thunderous or earth shaking... Maybe just shy of it. Once fully in, he reaches up and removes his shadows to peer over the area with mildly judgmental look before nodding his head in approval and beginning to make his way further in. Several present, however, may have active senses that peer into the supernatural. To them, the sight of the moving human landmass may be one thing. The disturbance on the mystic plane he causes is ...another thing all together. The raw vastness of Cytorrak's avatar and champion boils its way into the room. Distinct and crushing in its presence with Cain none the wiser to the seismic ripples his mystic signature gives off to any 'Detect Magic' adjacent abilities.
Frank Noble	Frank Noble sips and thumbs up at Mixology. The little bits of panache meets his approval as a fellow mixer of stuff. He didnt speak ASL at but was (when not wearing a mask, very observant. He slowly looks around the bar, and notice the sign, sliding up off the bar and smiling at it before returning after the read. He sips his drink.
Talia al Ghul	Never have things provided. That's something she knows well. But it probably doesn't apply here. Corben doesn't seem the type to try and enthrall over all of them with something magical in the drinks. Or at least the others would notice it. Talia isn't the mingling type.     Lookin to Sara, "So has that metal thing that insists on having you parade about most of the time been behaving as of late?"
Sprite	Sprite smiles. "Now, would I show up here, if I weren't old enough? Hit me up with whatever's your best Irish whiskey, if you've got it." The young girl smiles. "By way of a thank you..." And just like that, the sounds of the bar, the conversations, and all that, spring into audibility for Corben. "Enjoy."
Corben Kelly	Corben takes the scroll and snorts out a laugh. "You know I'm not signing this right?" he signs - half-assed with one hand and most of it isn't really sign at all, it's more just vague gestures that get the point across. He looks so dead-pan serious that Sara might think, for a minute, that he thinks /she's/ serious. But he can't keep that expression up for long so he takes the thing, reaches under the bar for a pen and scribbles something on it before handing it back. It's certainly not his signature - is a perfectly sketched human hand extending a middle finger. He managed it in less time than he takes to get her coffee. Of course Cain's arrival has Corben's immediate attention. He's felt that somewhere before, yes... he remembers, the day the museum was vanished. For now, he says nothing. That isn't to say he doesn't do something. He puts fingers to lips and whistles loud enough to be heard by everyone over the music. When /everyone/ is looking at him expectantly, he points both index fingers at that 'No Magic' sign. The normies all offer ridiculous thumbs ups and things like, 'Yeah, left my broom at home!' The not so normies will know that it's a warning added to the warning on the wall - a reminder. For just a moment, Corben is taken a little aback by the sudden cacophony of noise. He hasn't heard noise as noise is really meant to be heard since he was ten years old. For just a beat, it almost makes him nauseated. But he brings it under control well enough. He pulls a bottle of Slane off the top shelf - Knappogue Castle is just a little over budget for his little bar - and asks Sprite, "Straight up?" He's praying the answer is yes, because watering down Slane's with ice would be a travesty. "I'll let it slide," he tells her with a wink and a point toward the sign again. In all seriousness, the only 'magic' that will get a person in trouble with the unicorn vomit walls is offensive stuff, magic slung to cause harm. Whatever metal thing Talia's talking about is nothing Corben really needs to know about if it involves Sara 'parading about' - sounds like a kink he's not into.
Loki	It is a simple entrance, easy to miss, the eyes glancing over it. A tall thin man, long black hair, an immaculately tailored black and green coat. Not familiar looking in the slightest. Loki knows the reaction his face brings, so he adopts another one for tonight. Not quite as handsome, but really, who is?
Janet van Dyne	Why would Janet van Dyne show up to the opening of a quiet little drinking establishment? Because she's bored. She's idle, rich, and nothing needs Avenging right now, so why wouldn't she pop in for a drink? Of course, she's also excessively famous due to her status as both an Avenger and a hyper-wealthy fashion icon, and therefore her arriving openly might just smother this place with success. What's a girl to do? Come in disguise, of course. A woman enters the bar. Shoulder length blonde hair is pulled back into two pigtails. Her green eyes are alert, with an amused twinkle in them. She's probably dressed a little too 'up' for this place in a little black dress, black tights and ankle boots with a low heel. In one hand is her phone, and the other a matching clutch as she clicks through, taking in the vibes and the decor as she moves to sit at the bar. She probably looks REAL familiar to Sara.
Sara Pezzini	Taking back the scroll, Sara busts up laughing again and nods, that is exactly what she was expecting. There was no paperwork in the JLD, no contracts, no paper trail of any kind, but he wanted something that said they couldn't sue... so she made one. Rolling the scroll back up, she tucks it back in her jacket with a wink. Cain's arrival has her turning in her seat to look his way. She only knew him by reports and files, she'd never met him face to face, but there he stood... The Juggernaut. Glancing over the bar to Corben just as he whistles and points, she turns back around to look at Cain. This was going to be an interesting evening. Once she's certain that Cain isn't immediately going to try something, she looks toward Talia with a smirk, "Witchblade never behaves Ms. al Ghul, he likes to live by his own rules, which naturally means I keep him in check when I need to." Taking a moment to add a hint of sugar and a splash of cream to her coffee, she stirs the mixture up and takes a sip. Any cop worth they're salt will drink whatever bean juice is placed in front of them, but she was something of a coffee snob. This mixture passed muster and she offered Corben a smile. As Janet enters the bar, one brow lifts rather high on Sara's forehead. The Avenger/Designer was the last person she expected to see here, but all the same the woman got a nod and a wave.
Talia al Ghul	Talia al Ghul would glance over at Cain and give the unstoppable Juggernaut a nod over. "Well, then I suppose you have to at least find a way to intimidate the thing some." She knows a bit about it's history,a nd she's not going to dignify it by calling it a him. It's a toxic symbiote as far as she's concerned from what she's read, even as she continues to put on an aura of amusement and goes to glance around. "Then good."
Juggernaut	"Somebody come in here with their D&D Spell book or something?" Cain's dismissive snort to seeing the sign and his rumbling quip pretty much establishes what he thinks of that rule. As far as he's concerned..it doesn't apply to him and even if it does - well - he's in here now. You'll have to ask him politely directly. Still, it was an odd happening to take place -just- as he arrived so that must count for something and he gives Corben a good long look as he looms closer and closer to the bar, none the wiser to the god of mischief who slipped into the bar shortly after Cain's immensity finally freed up easy passage through the door. "Huh." he muses as he studies Corben. It doesn't click at first but after a few more minutes it dawns upon him and Cain's eyebrows arc up slightly and then settle into a brow furrowing expression as a slow smile creeps across his expression. "Aaaaaah..." he rumbles to nobody in particular. "..Well that explains it.." Before long he's claimed a place at the bar itself, settling in where there's -just- enough room though his presence crowds out the entire section he's opted to claim for himself. As to the others? Most of those present lightly wouldn't know him as -The- Juggernaut but there are enough who certainly would or who have even met him before. He doesn't seem particularly put off or concerned by either possiblity and instead studies the offerings at the bar while resting one heavy arm atop it and propping his other arm up against his leg.
Sprite	"Of course straight up." Sprite answers Corben, with a grin. She lifts the glass in a toasting direction towards him. "To good taste." She'll put down a hundred dollar bill on the counter. It's probably even real; it's not like money is an issue for most anyone in this place. She downs the shot in a go, before looking over towards the crowd. That's where the interest is going to be. Some of them she knows; some of them she knows of. But all of them prove to be interesting. She watches with a smirk of amusement on her face...this SHOULD be an interesting evening.
Corben Kelly	Corben may have a magical signature, but really all it takes to recognize him is to see him once. If his fashion statement isn't enough to jar a memory, that shock of white hair likely is enough. Thing about it? It doesn't look dyed - despite the ever present stubble on his face being darker, the hair looks one hundred percent natural. Just don't ask him to 'prove it'. He stands steady under Cain's scrutiny and finally says, "Oui, I have mine written in the walls." Of course it's not a D&D Book he's talking about. That's just another friendly reminder. Corben is definitely not above snatching that hundred off the table. He has staff to pay! And bills! Could he possibly manage to 'spell' his way into not having that responsibility? Maybe, but he doesn't. And that's probably one of the reasons Sara saw fit to drag him into her little club of misfits to begin with. He's not pure as the driven snow, he has some black streaks in his hat, but he has his own code and it's a decent enough one. Same can't be said for most in his business. Okay, Cain's lost his interest. Corben can't look anything but befuddled by the appearance of Janet. He has no clue /who/ she is, but he can see /what/ she is and that's probably way too high class for his joint. Then add Sara's wave and nod to the equation and he's /really/ interested. So much so that he signs to Sara, <Friend of yours?>.
Janet van Dyne	Janet's face falters only a little when Sara not only notices her, but recognizes her. She sighs a little, then moves to seat herself next to the other Avenger. "I thought I did a good job, too," she mutters. She sets her phone and clutch in front of her on the bar, manicured nails tapping on the case as she considers her drink options. This place is not a cocktail bar, so she needs to aim low. But she doesn't want to aim too low as to be insulting. This sounds like the job for the cocktail workhorse. "Cosmo," she says politely when it's her turn. As if to prove Corben's thoughts on her, she pulls a fifty out of the clutch, sliding it over. "Keep the change." What's a banana cost? Like ten dollars?
Sara Pezzini	Sara first signs to Corben, <Yeah, I know her.> But she then leans in very close to Janet and whispers, "Doubt anyone else would recognize you. I won't tell if you don't." Offering a wink, as if she was just picking up on the woman or something, she sits back up for another sip of her coffee. <Place is doing really well it seems, but don't worry about him... I'll keep an eye on him.> She adds to Corben, then watches Janet pay way too much. Yeah, that seemed about right for the woman.
Loki	Glancing up towards the sign, Loki's lips twist into a smile. Fortunately, his omnimorphic abilities are inherent to his physiology, and not magical, and so adopting the face of another is a simple task for the Asgardian God of Mischief, and not revealed by the ward against magic. "How cute." Although from the wry smile and his utterance, it seems that he may believe he could overcome such an obstacle. Should he wish to. But fortunately for all, he does not wish to test such things tonight. Arriving at the bar with a brief glance towards the Raven, Loki reaches up to tap the side of his nose twice in salute to perhaps one of the more famous raven tamers in history before he settles onto a stool. "I'll take a Lervig, draught if you have it, please."
Corben Kelly	If there's even a chance that Sara's lips were not completely hidden in Janet's ear, Corben probably 'heard' that. He really is expert level when it comes to reading lips and the exchange, the presence of Janet, had his undivided attention for the moment. He does manage that Cosmo though and, for a little place that Janet my even consider 'slumming it', the drink is pretty much one of the better she's had. When a man spends hours upon hours upon hours a day mixing magic up into little bottles and vials, learning to mix a killer Cosmo is like algebra to an expert mathematician. Like the hundred before, the fifty gets snatched up quick. "Sorry, don't have that one, but I can have it ordered," Corben replies to Loki. "Can I getcha something else?" Cain might still have his peripheral attention. C'mon, the guy's like ten feet wide! Can't help but to watch that out of the corner of his eye.
Juggernaut	For his part, Cain weathers the scrutiny. True he's not nearly as big as he is when he's 'clocked in' but compared ot everyone else here he's still a semi truck with arms and lets and then there's that walking cauldron of magic thing which...he can't really do much about anyway. So he's used to the side eyes and long glances. He'd probably find it strange at this point in his career if it didn't happen. "So what -do- you have?" he asks, casually interjecting into Corben's and Loki's conversation as he eyes the guy and studies him in search of potential reactions to him. "What's the house special or reccomendation to keep folk coming back and not to another watering hole. I'm open to suggestions on what t'order and up to trying somethin' new...."
Janet van Dyne	Has Janet noticed Cain? Of course. Is she going to do anything about it? No. She has a very fine Cosmo to drink. She favors Corben with a radiant, made for magazines, smile, and takes the glass up into her hand. She remembers herself and turns the media savvy down a few notches. She's not hiding super hard, but she doesn't want to be -immediately- outed. She'd have to shrink, and this dress wouldn't shrink with her and boy that'd be awkward. "I'm just incognito for this place's benefit," she aside-whispers back to Sara. "After all, if I came walking in here as me, the place would get mobbed and overwhelmed." She takes a sip of the drink and is quite pleasantly surprised. "Besides, sometimes I don't want to go someplace fancy, I want to have a drink in peace with -normal- people."
Corben Kelly	What does he have? Corben ducks beneath the bar - the /really/ good stuff is never really kept on the top shelf. When he straightens he has about half a glass of something pretty readily identifiable as Absinthe - which is pretty much not okay by itself, even less so when it's been 'augmented' by Corben. He adds a little Creme de Violette, rum and lemon juice before sliding the concoction over to Cain. "I call it the Lucid Dream, enjoy." Good job, Corben, not even open twenty-four hours and already drugging the customers? He does turn back into to catch the 'normal people' and quips, "Come to the wrong place for that." There's really nothing about Corben that's 'normal'. As if to prove the point, the oddest looking little creature, about the size of a cat, peeks its head up from behind the bar. It looks like a slug, a really big slug, but it has bat wings. Don't forget about the one big red eye and the lamprey-like mouth. With one hand, Corben shoves the little thing back down. "Not now, Kibs, I told you to stay out of sight," he admonishes. "Just want to say hi to new f..." ... "Kibs, there are people here that might not appreciate your unique brand of beauty... get back down there." Can slugs pout? This one can and does so as it slithers back down to its hiding spot.
Loki	With his original order unavailable, Loki considers the concoction placed before Cain. "I will have one, as well," he says with a raised finger. The God of Mischief casts a glance over towards the critter, at least for a moment, but even that fails to capture his interest long.
Sara Pezzini	A nod is offered to Janet. Sara understood the concept of being normal, even if she was anything but now. The voice whispering in her head goes on about a number of things she has no interest in, but then hits on one that causes her eyes to shift to Loki. He looked like any other guy in a bar, but she learned a long time ago that looks were deceiving, and Witchblade was offering up a few small warnings. This meant that there were now two men in the bar they would keep their eyes on, but as for interacting or ruining their night, she had no plans. "You fit right in," she then says to Janet with a smile. "I just have that extra eye to tell me things," is added as she taps the silver bracelet on her right wrist.
Juggernaut	Taking the drink, Cain observes it with some degree of study and a skeptical eye. "Hmm....." he rumbles and then glances dwon the way, past Sara and Janet, towards the incognito God of Mischief as he orders that as well. Eventually he shrugs and rumbles, 'Alright. Bottom's up." and takes a big swig. After doing so, he pauses for a bit and then lowers the glass to look at the drink once more, inclining his head to the side and arcing an eyebrow. He seems...fine? He's not frowning, that's for sure. Instead he's pursing his lips as if trying to figure something uot, reach some sort of conclusion, decide on what he's feeling... Then: "It's good!" he declares, sounding quite pleased. Was it the drink or something else? He seems to be weathering whatever Corben gave him rather well and is satisfied with it.
Corben Kelly	"All right then," Corben replies before ducking down one more time. This time he comes back up with a glass filled with way more funny green stuff and adds only a smidge of the normal bar fare ingredients. Even then, he's not so sure this fella is even going to feel it. Loki's drink taken care of, Corben refocuses most of his attention on the two girls in his immediate orbit - most of his attention, he's still sparing a little for Cain and the Wall of Power that is also Loki. "Corbs," comes a small voice from right beside Corben's left elbow. Before his name was spoken, there was nothing there, during the speaking of his name - there's that weird slug creature again - after? Nothing. Seems the little sprog can only stay invisible if it doesn't speak maybe? "That is not staying out of sight," Corben admonishes again, right before a woman just down the bar a bit lets out a little squeak of surprise bordering on terror. "Did anyone else just see that?!" she asks. Once again, Corben physically shoves the little critter back down... despite it still being invisible. "You're just drunk, Kateyln!" offers someone near the poor woman. Seems no one else 'outside the know' saw at least.
Sara Pezzini	Whatever it was that Corben was attempting to conceal behind the bar Sara didn't know, she did know he was failing... and then it was there for a moment. She blinks a few times before looking up to Corben's face, then over to the woman who claimed to see it. Her friend telling her she was drunk was probably the better options, even if it was possible that she wasn't. <I don't know what that was Corben, but I think it might be /the/ most adorable thing I've ever seen.> She signs with a grin... no, she wasn't a normal person, those days ended when Witchblade choose her. And since Witchblade wasn't screaming about the thing existing, clearly it was alright.
Janet van Dyne	One moment, Janet is sipping her cosmo and just kind of enjoying the experience. The next, a mollusk from hell pops up and talks for a second before Corben shoves it down. Janet can't help but recoil slightly. "Jesus Christ," she says. "That's Satan's muppet." She tips the glass back, clearly not having had enough to drink. Because it's appeared and disappeared again. This bar is weird.
Loki	The concoction is sweet. Loki could feel the magic in it, could feel it attempting to pull his senses away into...something. It would take far more than that to affect the God of Mischief, to be sure, but he respected the bartender for trying. Then he sees the creature. And for a moment, he glances down at his glass, as if wondering if perhaps he has misjudged entirely the potency of the drink. "Huh." But he moves his hand in front of his face and confirms that it is, in fact, five fingers four fingers two fingers three fingers as it rapidly shifts forms, and he confirms that indeed his senses are working. Good. He glances down the part to Janet as she names the creature, and he laughs in agreement.
Juggernaut	Silence comes from the gigas present as he takes another drink and then lowers it once again to peer at it. There's a faint frown on his face now. It's not aggressive or annoyed just..confused. He's clearly sensing -something-. Feeling -something-. It's perhaps not as much as Corben might have expected or wanted but to say he's immune to the special trickery of the drink wouldn't be accurate. Resistant, yes, but not enough that he can't pick up that there's a bit of ...special flavor to the drink. "What th'hells in this.." he rumbles after blinking a few times. "I mean, I aint complaining per se but...this sort of thing doesn't usually happen to me...." He blinks again, as if seeing who knows what, swirling in his vision... "Unless..." he repeats...before finally lowering the glass to the bar counter and then peering at Corben with a mild be of accusation in his ice blue eyes. "....So you got a little hocus pocus goin' on around here after all... That's about the only thing that can make me giggle when it comes to drinking..." His eyes flicker over Sara and Janet once again but then down towards the other who was served the same drink, to see if the dark haired gentleman was also impacted and seeing Loki weather it without a blink causes Cain to grunt abit and adjust his weight somewhat at the bar. "Needs more kick."
Corben Kelly	"We aim to please," Corben tells Cain before pointing down in the direction that he must be keeping that stuff. Want another? People use sign-language every day and don't even think about it. But then to actual signing, <Long story for another day. Let's just say I'm not getting the cat I was thinking about getting. I don't think it would be fond of being swallowed and spit back out by Kibs.> Cat wouldn't suit the oddball anyway. "You are not entirely wrong," Corben replies to Janet, dead-pan voice, wicked little grin on his face. "Harmless though, unless you're looking forward to toast in the morning." Whatever that means? He finally remembers there are things called manners and adds, "Name's Corben, Corben Kelly..." Okay, maybe it's not all about manners because the 'and you are?' is definitely implied at the end of his introduction. From the depths behind the bar, a little voice says, "I'd rather be a Fraggle." ... "Unseen and unheard, dude," Corben chides. Is it a 'dude'? All this time and he still doesn't know. It's been assigned as masculine because, wow, no woman could ever be that ugly. Well, that answers Corben's first question. So now he dips into the depths behind the bar again. This time, Cain's drink is mixed more on the level of what he offered Loki. "Corbs..." ... "Unheard, Kibs." ... "Do you want your toaster back." ... "No!" Corben response seems a little over-the-top about a toaster? "You can give it back to me when we're upstairs," he adds more quietly. He's really regretting not leaving the little sprog upstairs. Then to Cain, "Hocus Pocus? I have no idea what you mean." Corben points to the sign again.
Janet van Dyne	"Call me Jan," she says almost absently to Corben's unvoiced question. She squints like she's trying to catch sight of the critter again, but as long as it's silent, it's invisible. This is probably for the best. Yeah, she's got some questions to ask Stephen at some point.
Juggernaut	"Yeah right." says Cain, sounding amused though he snorts abit with a bullish grunt as Corben points to the sign. "Of course y'don't." He gives an eye roll and then finishes the drink completely off. "Oddly specific request that." he notes, "Not.....no shirt, no shoes, no service. Not, no fireballs or repulsor blasts. Just...no magic. Funny guy. Must be afraid of things disappearing.... Like musuems..." He gives an almost sharkish grin at that as he looks down at his drink but doesn't further elaborate. "Yeah..." he finally rumbles, "Another!"
Corben Kelly	Since the other is already prepared, it's slid quickly enough to Cain. "I played a lot of D&D as a kid, childhood memories and all that, always had one of those things in the Adventurer's Taverns, oui?" Corben replies. There's nothing at all in his voice to indicate that he's joking or being dishonest. He probably isn't, he probably did play D&D as a kid, so he's not lying. As far as the museum incident, he gives nothing else away. Back to the women in his orbit! "It's a pleasure, Jan." It might actually be a nickname version of her real name, it is in fact, doesn't mean it seems like Corben's buying what she's selling. Doesn't belong in this place, knows Sara by name - he's a little suspicious. He makes a mental note to ask Sara about her high society friend 'Jan' at a later date, probably when he tells her the story of how he came to be a petdad to Satan's Muppet.
Juggernaut	"Oh please..." responds Cain to Corben as he takes the second drink, "Worst mistake anyone can make with me is assuming I'm stupid. You pointed right at me and whistled and pointed to teh sign when I came in. We both know why... Don't worry about it though, I'm not about to bust up your little D&D tavern' here. In fact, I kinda like this place..." He gives Sara and Janet an appreciative glance, "Good atmosphere..." With that he takes the drink and this time downs it rapidly, setting the glass down roughly to the bar and then pulling out a chunk of cash from his pockets. "But I think that's good enough for now. I'll be back though.." He gives Corben another big grin and sets the chunk of cash onto the counter. It's a signifigant amount so should cover pretty much any drink given and then some. "See ya around.." he rumbles while turning.
Sara Pezzini	Sara is used to being looked at. She has good genes, and of course a powerful god entity that likes to make her wear a metal bikini. So Cain, when he looks, gets a raised brow of acknowledgement, then she goes back to her coffee for the last drink. <I'll come by tomorrow to hear about your friend there, and got something I need to talk to you about when you aren't working.> she signs, then her attention goes back to Janet. "You need a ride home, Jan?" Was she offering a ride or an escort, not that either was really needed.
Janet van Dyne	"I mean," Janet replies to Sara. "I'm not saying no. Ubers are such a pain." She pauses, looking at her attire. "You...didn't ride a motorcycle, did you?" She laughs a bit. "Someone'll get a free show." For some reason, probably because she is Janet van Dyne in disguise, this strikes her as hilarious. "I'm ready when you are."
Corben Kelly	"Most people will after they've had a Lucid Dream," Corben replies. One thing he never expected as the Big Damned Tips from all the other weirdos that came out. From 'Jan', he expected it. From the others, not so much. Cain's money is snatched up just like the rest of it. As if on cue, Kibs peeks back over the top of the bar, nothing but his little eyestalks that don't appear to even have eyes on them. He doesn't say anything, he's just 'peeking'. <I'll be around...> Can sign language portray 'oh fuck, talk about what? What now? It can when someone's been deaf most of their life. It's in the way he moves his hands, a little more slowly and tentatively and in the expression on his face. No fights, no one thrown through a wall - only one person threw up in the bathroom, evidence yet to be found. Overall opening night at The Raven's Nest was a win. That one big red eye inches up from behind the bar. "Corbs," the little sprog squeakwhispers, "Pretty lady smells like money and shiny stuff." Thing was a low level gluttony demonsprog, it should know! It makes Corben all the more curious, yes it does.