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[notjustinthemirror]

[The image is black and white, and a little fuzzy. It's actually scrolling vertically the way an old tube television would, which is stupid because this is a cell phone. But the Demon is too lazy to actually hold the phone and record something. So instead he is quite literally inside the phone and this is the result.

The Demon comes on screen against a backdrop of white, because he's currently standing in nothingness. He has a book in his hands and it's not on fire. Yet.]

As your resident bartender without a bar, I found this book. And I am way too lazy to make all you assholes mixed drinks with little umbrellas, but if someone wants it have at. I can make you all the ingredients and you can sip something pink and frilly while waiting for the next batshit crazy thing to happen.

[He is such a helper.]

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[mintly]

How are you at scotch? I don't need umbrellas, just a highball glass.

[this kid is probably not old enough to be having opinions on scotch and yet here we are.]

[notjustinthemirror]

[What are drinking ages between friends?]

Easy.

[He manifests a glass of scotch in a thick cut crystal glass.]

[mintly]

You have excellent taste in glassware, sir. And, I'm going to guess, also in scotch.

Are you some kind of wizard or magician? Not that I'm looking gift alcohol in the mouth.

[notjustinthemirror]

This is the good stuff, but if you want bottom of the barrel shit that'll make you go blind I could make that too.

Neither. It's a demon thing. Don't ask me how it actually works because I have no fucking clue.

[mintly]

No rotgut for me, thank you. I don't drink to punish myself.

Demon? As in 'transported here from Hell'? Because if that's the case...

[shit is way, way more serious than gansey originally thought. he looks a bit disquieted by this knowledge, but everything is so screwed up anyway that he's not going to immediately freak out.]

I'm not entering into some kind of contract for my soul or something if I take your alcohol, am I? Just for my own knowledge.

[notjustinthemirror]

Not like that, no. And no I don't want your soul. Or even have anything to do with it if I did.

[Not that he knows how to take souls but that's beside the point.]

It's just free alcohol. No catch. Not that I actually expect you to believe me, but I almost never lie.

[mintly]

Okay, so a non-soul-stealing, rarely-lying, alcohol summoning demon. I guess I can handle that.

[admittedly, this would've freaked the everloving hell out of him a few months ago. but after the zombie plague and the evil ley line and being yanked across worlds twice, he's getting a little jaded.

plus, free alcohol. very big plus, free alcohol.]

Do you have a name? I'm Gansey.

[notjustinthemirror]

Now you've got it. There's gotta be a better way of describing that though.

I don't have a name. No one ever needs to call me for anything so it hasn't come up.

[mintly]

A name would be a good start on simplifying things, I think. Do you have any preferences?

[notjustinthemirror]

[He shrugs.]

Doesn't matter to me.

Are there a whole bunch of demons to differentiate between?

[mintly]

No, but demon is a...species, or something. Not a name. Names are important.

How about Macallan?

[there are worse things than being named after a scotch, probably.]

This is an upgrade from the last game he was in where he had Bob, Steve and Mr. Nothing. XD

[notjustinthemirror]

[He produces a bottle of the scotch in question, looking down at it and shrugging.]

Works for me. Makes me sound like a drunk Irish guy who gets kicked out of bars after starting a brawl.

I approve.

gansey tries, really he does.

[mintly]

I suppose that's fitting for a alcohol-and-truth-dispensing demon. Do you start many brawls, or just like sounding as though you might?

Re: gansey tries, really he does.

[notjustinthemirror]

Quite a few. Though only one was actually in a bar.

[And that was the only one he lost too. Irony.]

Maybe I should work on fixing that.

[mintly]

Is there a bar here to brawl in?

[gansey asks the important questions.]

[notjustinthemirror]

I don't think so.

Seems like a lot of work to make a bar only so I can trash it. But then again, I don't have much else to do here. Might as well.

[mintly]

You could always make a bar for people to drink in and just trash it occasionally when you're bored. A lot of people would probably take you up on the drinking bit.

...actually, a lot of people might take you up on the brawling bit, too.

[notjustinthemirror]

[He tilts his head, actually considering it.]

That's not actually a bad idea. Would give me something to do, not to mention everyone here is so uptight. Need to let off some steam.

[By punching in each others' faces.]

[mintly]

[gansey, adorned with a bruise from a punch to the face, isn't exactly in agreement there, but he's aware that other people enjoy their violence.]

Alcohol and violence seem to be two ways to do that.

[not his most favorite, but ways. and god knows that they're all more than a little edgy.]

[notjustinthemirror]

There aren't a whole lot of better ways. Or more entertaining to watch.

[mintly]

Mostly the latter for you, I'm guessing.

[there's a tiny bit of judgement there, but not too much. there are only so many stones you can throw when one of your best friends has favored hobbies like fighting, drag racing, and drinking an awful lot for someone who hasn't graduated high school yet.]

[notjustinthemirror]

What can I say, I'm selfish and easily bored. And people are usually eager to fight each other anyway, the fact I can watch is just a bonus.

[mintly]

How old are you again? You'd fit in well at my high school.

[that's not quite an insult, gansey is the self-aware sort who knows he's also selfish and easily bored (although he's not terribly proud of it). his default entertainment just doesn't happen to be violence.]

[notjustinthemirror]

Well .. Technically three.

But I'm probably supposed to be 30-something. Either way, not high school material.