Owner	Pose
Mary Jane Watson	There are bars that can be called dives and holes in the wall. This is a literal one of them, consisting of a bulky solid rock wall left over from some abandoned construction project that an idiot took a chisel to to carve out. It's also got a large hole right at the door wehre one goes in. It's less rough and tumble and more a testament to the human condition to consume vast quantities of alcohol no matter the state of circumstances.
Detective Chimp	Detective Chimp happened to be in the area, and someone had mentioned an odd bar to him, and Chimp is always interested in odd bars. So tonight the talking Chimp comes looking for the place. His brow raises but he does head to go inside, his cigar between his teeth, and looking at the place, he figures he does not have to put it out.
Tabitha Smith	While Tabby's main mystical link is an erstwhile ex-girlfriend. Sometimes you hear weird things about esoteric bars. Usually it's just hipsters trying to make themselves seem important. Or that one irish pub that had four sociopaths owning but just off in their own twisted vision of the world. She might have burnt it down. This one is new though. And she's grins to Iara. "It won't be like last time I bet. That one was just so snooty. They took one look at me and just closed the place. Frigging hipster snobs." she she says with some indignation. Red leather pants hugging legs that carry her through the streets. Yellow wedgeheeled lace up boots. A black muscle top with an almost turtleneck colar and a zipper pulled up to the top via a ring style handle. Yellow belt and collar on her neck in soft leather while her blonde hair iis kept out of the way with her oval wirerimmed and yellow tinted glasses. The weird hole in the wall does get a hmm. "Some like old ass thirties speak easy get dug up and reopened?" she ponders and escorts her friend in.
Iara Dos Santos	A six foot seven shark woman of amazonian proportions follows behind the shorter blonde like a thug following a mob boss, big black doll-eyes trying to follow her fellow mutant's gaze. The larger mutant is... dressed, certainly, wearing a red sequin tube top with a daring amount of gray-scaled, generously sized breast showing, a short black skirt with sides longer than the middle ending in points over either thigh (forming an inverted V that also shows a somewhat daring amount of inner thigh), a beaded necklace of rainbow agate, and a woven leather purse.      "Thirties?" the shark responds with a brazillian portugese accent, "You mean when alcohol was illegal here? Like the mobster movies?" She follows her friend inside, her nose pointing each way as her gaze scans the room. "Cool..." she says with uncertainty, as if trying to understand the importance of the ruined room, but not really knowing what she's looking for.
Mary Jane Watson	The bartender looks slovenly enough to pass for some sort of monster. Pudgy, short, and wearing a too-small t-shirt and pulled up pants. And so we get to the point where our three intrepid heroes walk into a bar.     What's the way the joke goes if they're not particularly alert?     Oh, yes. Thunk, thunk, thunk. Hope you made your dex check.     THe bar itself does -not- smell horrible, nor does the person running it. Nor do the rest of the clientelle that seem to fit the high class and standards that a locale like this should have. It all seems very contrary.     To those wiht acute alcohol senses, the place has very, very, very, very, ..., very strong booze.
Detective Chimp	Detective Chimp 's brow raises a bit as he looks over the place, and heads to the bar. He moves to a stool, and says "Give me a double Whiskey and a beer." He expects the man to say something about a talking monkey, even though he is technically an ape, but he is used to it. Then he looks into the mirror and sees the two ladies coming in and hmms to himself . "Maybe I will fit in a bit more than I expected." He admits.
Tabitha Smith	Tabby's sense of smell is probably not as acute as the very large shark shaped girl filling that tube top. The blonde very approving of the outfit choice. Or that of the chimp. It's entirely possible Tabby may be the weirdest looking one. "I'll get us the drinks. I'm the one with the actual ID. And yeah. Totally illegal back then. Someone thought it would secure votes and stuff. Didn't realise that making booze illegal meant that the government wasn't getting any tax money. Probably contributed to like the depression and stuff. And people's depression. People find ways to do the illegal things they need to do." she explains. Tabby paid attention in class once.
Iara Dos Santos	That sort of blank, vague natural smile the shark-girl usually has on her face turns into a genuine one as more triangular teeth are revealed by her grin. Not ruined, just old, she realizes. "Painkiller for me." the shark tells the blonde, "One of these days I'll take you to the soggy dollar bar. Made a trip out there two weeks back, it's as good as they say." She then leans over Tabby's shoulder, whispering "Also can't prove my ID like this anyway, my passport's got my human photo in it, and if I changed back now, well... this outfit's sized for shark me, not human me." Content with that image planted in Boom-Boom's head, Iara saddles up to the bar next to the chimp, who she gives an upward, questioning nod of greeting, asking "Mutant?" to the ape in a suit.
Mary Jane Watson	The bartender doesn't seem phased over by the trio approaching, "Sure." HE would glance over at Tabitha, "Just take care to not upset the regulars." The 'regulars' as far as they all might look seem to be human. To Detective Chimp, they're all extremely minor to barely existant magical entities. The drinks are served over upon request. The lightest sip of any of them would in turn bring chimes to the brain of 'Booze-A-Lujah'. A wonderful, wonderful thing.
Detective Chimp	Detective Chimp looks over to the sharkgirl, and shakes his head "Nope, just your everyday talking Chimpanzee." He says with a smirk, and says "Though will say your not the first to assume it." He looks over both girls, and says "You new around town?" He asks looking to Tabby, sounds like you have been away from Virginia for a while, but the lady here sounds like she is fresh from Brazil." He hmmms.
Tabitha Smith	"You did wear the unstable molecule undies right?" Tabby whispers up at the shark lady before she leads them to the bar. tabby finds herself a stool and climbs herself up on it. Tabby orders the Painkiller and a screwdriver for herself. Mimosas are nice but it's not brunch. The detective gets a smile and a nods. "You know Holmes never wore that hat till like a show in the seventies?" Tabby can be way too much of a closet nerd sometimes. "But honestly, dude, you rock it!" she gotta admit it is a nice hat on the ape. The pick of her original home town gets an impressed look. "Among other places. Trailer Park Girls don't stay in one place. But at least Westchester hasn't crept in. Rich Girl is totally not me!" she points out with a big grin.
Iara Dos Santos	Iara leans in to Tabby with a particular furrowed brow and a smirk at her question, as if the other mutant should know better. The tube top definitely doesn't have any means of wearing something beneath, the skirt might but the shark doesn't appear to be telling outright. Almost hearing "Fish from Brazil" the shark blinks at the ape to her right, but she says "Yeah, that's right..." with her accented voice. She smirks at him too, saying "Well, I was going to congratulate you on the new body, but since you've always had it I'll just congratulate you for making it out here. This city can be rough but I kinda like it."
Mary Jane Watson	As the group goes into discussion, there's a rumbling from outside. THe street goes quiet as lights start to flicker. The bartender goes to sigh, "All right you yahoos,s orry but you know the routine, we're gonna have to close early." There's a sour grumbling from the crowd over as they would look irritated. But, even more surprisingly with the grumbling there is a general movement of themw ithout too much resistance to start to file out.     Outside, those with a keen sense of smell would pick up a strong mixture of alcohol and.. brimstone?
Detective Chimp	Detective Chimp 's brow raises a bit and looks to the Bartender "What's going on out there?" He nods towards the door where the sounds and smells are coming from." He does turn so he can look that way and keep an eye on the bartender too.
Tabitha Smith	Tabby doesn't have the sharpest sense of smell but she does know brimstone. Sulphur is distinct and she had been bamfed through a whole dimenion smelling of it a few times. "The hell? Someone needs to carry air freshner!" she says and looks over to Iara who may be getting the hit harder than human nostrils. "Smells like Nightcrawler had a bad break up and Logan wasn't there to wingman." she complains and scrunches upo her nose.
Iara Dos Santos	Iara does smell it clearly, but that's precisely why she doesn't seem too concerned, more... sure of what her next few actions are. She takes the painkiller and downs it, tilting her long head upwards and leaning back on her stool, putting her elbow on the counter, drinking it fast enough that some of the frothy coconut drink drips down her chin. Wincing from the brain freeze, she wipes her mouth off with a napkin and then stands, adjusting the strap of her purse to go crossbody while fishing a three dollar tip out of her purse for the barkeep to slam on the counter as she says "Come on Tabby, let's see what it is..." as she steps up, walking over to the door to push it open and see what's making that ruckus and smell...
Mary Jane Watson	The bartender goes to mutter, "Booze demon. There used to be a speakeasy down the corner where a bunch of moonshiners in the twenties operated out of. Story goes that one night while they were prepping the stuff one of them was smoking a cheap cigar over the tub of the shine. There was a massive explosion and more than twenty people died. Ever since then.. When the drinks are strong.."     There's a loud RARRGGHH and a few blocks away can be seen what is a giant, solid wall of alcohol mixed with hellfire, brimstone, and..     Strong alcohol. Moonshine alcohol. Several kilotons of strong moonshine grade alcohol sloshing about in a berserk state.
Detective Chimp	Detective Chimp hmmms and says "Well looks like the lady plans on dealing with it, keep the place open give us a bit to see if we can handle it, besides, booze demon, you probably don't want to head outside." He will down his own drink and puffs on his cigar and will move to follow the ladies,to see what the big shark lady has in mind. He does stop and grabs a bowl of bar snacks off the bar before following.
Tabitha Smith	Mention of the speak easy gets a goofy grin from Tabitha. "Hah I was close!" she states. "No cigar, those things smell worse than the rotten egg booze farts!" Tabby adds and pinches her nose. The Screwdriver she had is downed pretty quickly. It oranhe juice so it's totally healthy for you. Followingt Iara out and letting the extra sized lady maybe lead. This isn't an X-Man thing after all, so let the girl Hero if she wants. The booze demon gets a hmm. "Okay. So now. I am not so up to date on mystucal stuff. You want Illyana or Megan for that. But umm. I expect being made of booze and being on fire. I mean that can't be fun. And doesn't igniting booze burn the alcohol away? Like in cooking?" she ponders. And mostly tries to process.
Iara Dos Santos	Iara ughs, saying "Demon? Better not be a literal demon, I can't punch a ghost..." as she looks back to Tabitha, saying "If it's a real demon, you blow it up, I'll pick you up and we'll run, sound like a plan? I'll have you over my shoulder so you can keep blasting it..." as she opens the door and looks outside.
Mary Jane Watson	It is, in fact, a real demon. Made entirely out of magical moonshine and alcohol that is rampaging through the streets. Wave after crashing wave, crushing into nearby buildings while those outside merely look and watch, and go to slowly trundle out of the way with the sort of expressions on their faces of this being a normalcy in life, like living on a street of Gotham that has some sort of reference to Twins or an abandoned amusement park.
Detective Chimp	Detective Chimp hmmms and says "Oh it is a real demons, but should be able to punch it, even made of liquid, it should have some form." He hmmms a bit and scratches his chin a recurring demon is a bit unusual though. "Something like that causing something to happen over and over is a bit odd," He looks to them and says "Either of you religious?"
Tabitha Smith	Tabitha handwaggles. "I dunno the rules exactly but demons you can totally punch." she agrees with Bobo. "Maybe not when it's on fire. This might be a me thing." Tabby explains and then for the Chimp's benefit ignites her hands in her own firey plasma holding the up for show while fingers waggle like she's rolling a ball of dough.   "Buddy, you got a name? Detective Chimp seems reductive even for a codename? Unless it's like a formal title with a cop badge. I can usually tank fire fine. But don't quote me. We're talking bagic fife." she ponders and looks back at the detective and then way way up at the taller Iara.   "Okay Imma try calm this guy the hell down. You wanna try find some extiguishers. I'm a Southern Gal, but I also been to like places run by Grecian and Norse deities. Also dated the Queen of Limbo. So beleif is more knowledge. ironically it's the demon queen I have the mosty faith in." she adds and giggles as she styeps on up to try and de-escalate the situation diplomatically. "HEY! Yo, gotta relax bro! Gonna cause some probs and bring down the fuzz sloshing about like that! You like wanna talk or something?" she asks with as much of a kind smile as she can manage tio start with. She still gotta smell burning boozy sulfur.
Iara Dos Santos	After she gets a good look at the guy running around... possibly made of liquid, possibly on fire, Iara puts her hands on her hips at the sight. "Yeah..." she agrees with Tabby, "Yeah, no tellin', this guy might just be a weird mutant. Well you know. Weird like us weird. If Nightcrawler smells like that maybe... Yeah, lemme find..." She darts over to the bar, saying "You got a fire blanket in here or somethin'? Or a big coat? Come on." She grins with those massive shark teeth at the short little bartender, saying "We can handle this, trust us. And that aint' just the booze talking."
Mary Jane Watson	There's a half block sized mass of booze and fire rampaging through the streets, leaving a mess of strong moonshine in it's wake. Suddenly much of the inanities of the area might make more sense here. Iara might very well have to try and swim along with the current if she's going to get a proper bite of things.     A nearby building cracks under the sloshing.
Detective Chimp	Detective Chimp looks over and says "He is a legit demon, aint a mutant." He will hmmmm a bit and makes his way to a lamp post climbing up to the top where he has a bit better look of things. "We either gotta find a way to banish him, or maybe wash him out "Hey Bath Tub." He calls to the demon and tosses the bowl of bar mix into the demon, hoping the salt may at least mess with him for a second "Hit a couple of fire hydrants to aim at him if you can."
Tabitha Smith	Tabby feels ignored by the demon of booze and hellfire. This is not a time to feel annoyed but there shhe is. There is an attempt to get it's attention. This involves morde fire as Tabitha raises her hand over head. The resultng stream of plasma flying up like a hydrant of ionised gasses and them booms up at what may or maynot be it's head level. "STOP!" she yells as best she can and looks back to the others. <<Hope I'm not intruding here?>> she broadcasts to tthe ape and shark telepathically. Or tries. How receptive they are is not the same as how well Tabby can mind link and it's not easy with any and all other psychic noises that might push in on her. <<But an extinguisher is what I need. Chemical fire right? Water alone might make it worse. A couple of them. As big a can as possible. It's an asspull of and idea but gonna try something beisdes more fire.>> she mentally comments. She could just be thinking to herself. To the Demon she even tries to link her thoughts. <<Hello, hello? This thing on?>> again a possible bad idea mind linking with a booze demon.
Iara Dos Santos	Iara blinks at the chimp, her face lighting up as she says "Hey! Great idea!" Looking at the thing again, yeah, no, fire extinguisher or fire blanket is gonna help with this thing... So she keeps both options open, going behind the bar and looking around, saying to the small bartender "Come on, you gotta have something, a wrench, an extinguisher, something? A phone for the... uh... fire department?" Wait, Iara doesn't carry a phone? She sighs as she rolls her eyes, saying "I really don't wanna barehand the fire hydrants here..."      To Tabitha's mental message she thinks back <<Loud and clear, just don't stay in my head longer than you need to, unless you wanna know how weird my thoughts get.>> through the mind link. Standing tall over the bartender, she puts her hands on her hips, saying "Don't fight me, just tell me where something I can use is."
Mary Jane Watson	There's a sudden WHOOSH over as the mass of cheap salty nuts and pretzels would be absorbed over into it. The cigar hits, fizzles, and sets a small bit on fire, even as it would be snuffed out by more alcohol. Likewise, plasma detonations would be snuffed out. You booze, you lose. Then there's a RUSH over and what might be a 'NOM' as it goes to try and consume all three in a rush of powerful liquid! For those unfortunate souls that would be caught in it's depths, they would be in a mass of magically enhanced moonshine, surrounded by it and floating in it.     Somehow able to breathe. Alcohol going into thier pores, like an IV. For even hte most hardcore anti-soberists, the experience might very well be akin to nirvana, euphoric. There would never be anything remotely on this level again in their lifetimes, perhaps.
Detective Chimp	Detective Chimp will think to Boomer. <Name is Detective Chimp by the way, saves time for confused people.> He answers her question now that she is in his head. H closes his eyes as the booze hits him, but he has been drinking pretty heavy for the past couple decades. Finding he can breath or not need to he will start looking around after he is more used to the buzz. <Going to try to make my way to the middle see if there is anything there.
Tabitha Smith	And Tabby pouts as plasma is practically ignored and she gets swept up in the rush of booze and slowly baking hellfire. Luckily being a redneck. Tabby is no stranger to bad moonshine so the aftertaste passes as quckly as the booze kicks in. For the sake of maybe sanity Tabby uses what sober mind she has to maybe make sure she doubles down on the psychic supression again after the Detective offers his name as escatly as he looks. Iara might get weird mentaly but this is an increasingly drunk Boom-Boom. And this itself might be the most dangerous you can get the blonde. The attempt at talking and hey she's not drowing gets a giggle as tabitha sloshes while sloshed and swims about. "Liiiiike maybe there's a core thingy. I can nuke like a nucleus!" she says and sounds more like a Murlock as she tries to talk with lungs pickling themselves. A hand shoving bits and pieces of debris that might have been scoped up along the way. And a staring at her hand. "Heey, demon booze that we're inside. You an Ozzy Osbourne fan?" she asks and giggles in her gluggy attempt at speech. "Yeah like maybe shouldn't BOOM till like we know I can BOOM and not set a whole city on fire. Like that'd suck soooo much ass!" she gargles.
Iara Dos Santos	<<I'm Shark-Girl! Also easy to remember!>> Iara enthusiastically replies to the mind link. Acutely aware of both breathing air with lungs and water with gills, Iara is a little alarmed by this... ability to breathe with her gills in the alcohol even though she shouldn't be able to, but the worry is soon lost as she gets thoroughly drunk. <<Guh... Uh... F-Fellas?>> She projects through the link, able to move around... relatively easily in the alcohol but not finding much reason to go anywhere as she grabs the Detective's hand and then swims over to Tabby, her movement... sloppier the closer she gets to Tabby until she crashes into the blonde, shark nose against her face, Iara giggling with bubbles that was probably whatever air she had hidden in her lungs. <<Nunca estive tao bebedo enquanto ainda usava uma top...>> she says through the mind link, apparently too drunk to realize she's speaking in Portugese. <<Nao sei o que fazer aqui...>> she says next, <<I think we're caught, nngh...>> she manages to finally project in English...
Mary Jane Watson	The three can somehow both swim along, float, and are not being killed by magical alcohol poisoning. It's a euphoric experience. And as Tabby goes to set the booze on fire with plasmic detonations within the center of the thing, and Shark-Girl goes to swim her way through nomming..     Chimp finds over at the center of the booze demon a very, very large keg that reeks of dark magics. Formed during Prohibition. In the time of no intoxicants. With a burning hatred against sobriety and all things associated with it.     The entity is barely sentient, responding to the explosions within it's gut by trying to crunch down more. It being something composed of alcohol this just gives more sloshies.
Detective Chimp	Detective Chimp sees the Keg, and will point towards it, from where Iara took him "There, that keg, if we can blow it up or destroy it somehow, should at least get rid of him for a while, maybe for good, but not sure on that one.
Tabitha Smith	Tabitha, there's probably some terrifying changes in her mental state. she's not angry but at the same time there's increasingly less F-words being given out in fact. "No major brain to like! so sorry dude, you gotta go woof cause you like so harsh right now and gotta like not destroy things!" There is one where on earth where people talk like this. "Like um you guys wanna start swimming outta here." Tabby plans. This is not a good idea but like this Tabby only has ideas that could go wrong. "Shark-Girl mama Boom-Boom is gonna take care of the keg. You wanna grab our totally dorbs primate friend here and just swim on out the back. I'mma light a fire, cook out the booze and have us some fireworks!" she says as she reaches the keg and places a hand on in. No way is she starting this till the others are out. She's the one that's fireproof.
Iara Dos Santos	<<You got so much more you gotta do if you want me to call you mama.>> Iara replies through the mind link in a flirty, teasing voice, but she grabs the chimp and hugs him tightly like a teddy bear as she swims out towards the back.      Usually, being hugged by a well-endowed, amazonian woman is the thing of dreams for a shorter guy, but this one's mostly shark and thus any bare skin the ape might feel against him feels like sandpaper. Actually sort of worrying since she's holding him close to keep a good grip as she tries to find a way out of the alcohol through the kitchen and hopefully the back door...
Mary Jane Watson	There's a nearby detonation of plasma over as Tabby is perhaps given a euphoric high the likes of which she hasn't had in some time, thanks to all the magical booze literally flowing through her! For the other two, hopefully there's something magical about the experience as well.     Right as Tabitha detonates the magic keg amongst everything that seems to be fueling the beastie. What follows is a massive gust of magical flame shooting up and over in to the air in a raging booze fueled firestorm reaching the heavens.     And leaving our intrepid trio looking no doubt fully charcoaly on the ground.
Detective Chimp	Detective Chimp is not quite as gaga over Amazonian types as others, he has a type, and finding them in American can be weird, so he just does not think about such things. He is roughed up a bit but luckily, he is wearing some clothes, As they going flying and then the boom, he will pull his hat off, and light his cigar from it before putting the fire on his hat out and then back on his head. "Thats a big badaboom."
Tabitha Smith	At the center of the while flame burst. Tabitha, in possibly the most out there state of mind. "Oh wow, the flames. baby yeah, UNF!" The look of ecstasy as she channels off of her power into directing the explosion upwards into the sky. And so at the most anyone that isn't flame proof is not hurt. Singed tops. Tabitha's clothes at least intact. How well anyone else's fared Tabby doesn't know but she was the one one dead center ground zero. When the last of the flames are gone up and dissipated there's a look of satisfaction on her features that maybe she enjoyed it a little more than a girl should. The rush of her powers and the mystical roofy bath combining to make for a little more of a loss of inhibition. And maybe she might need to be carried home while she sings and makes happy sounds like someone that that's probably had a fun night will make. And she gets to be carried home by a well guilt amazonian woman in a sequin boob tube!
Iara Dos Santos	Iara groans as she lays on the floor, as if being woken up for school, but seeing Tabby limp like that... Yeah, she's gotta get up, her friend needs her. Pushing herself off the ground and doing a quick modesty checking glance downwards, Iara adjusts her top to make sure it'll stay in place as she stands up and walks over to Boom-Boom, reaching down to fish out the blonde's phone, using Tabby's thumb to unlock it before calling for a ride. "Hey. Two for pickup. Account Warren Worthington III, guest user Iara Dos Santos. Street? Uh... Okay yeah, GPS is fine, lemme... here." She picks up Tabby with one arm as she talks before slinging the drunk blonde over her shoulder... which nearly causes the shark to fall over, the larger woman stumbling into a wall. "Shit! Tabby you okay?" Of course she is. "No I'm fine." she says to the phone, "Just... sooner the better... Thanks, bye." The shark woman shudders a little bit, saying "Meu deus, gonna hurl..." but manages to keep it inside, swallowing... quite a lot before shaking her head.      Iara soon pulls Tabby into more of a cradling carry, walking outside for the ride, smirking down at the happily drunk blonde, saying "I think we've earned a good rest back at the manor."