Slainte Pub, The Bowery, NYC, Friday

[withoutverona]

After stopping at the brunch, Romeo made his way to a bar where it seemed vaguely possible the more medieval members of their party would either fit in, or have enough Guinness that it didn't matter.

"Is this all right?" he asked, more as a point of courtesy than because he actually had any interest in going anywhere else. He was feeling lazy and self-satisfied.

[OOC; For those who know who they are.]

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[bitchprince]

One of the two medieval members of the party had made sure to wear (very expensive) modern clothes to this trip, so it wasn't like he had that much trouble fitting in. Still, Arthur was sort of appreciative of the choice. "Looks more than all right," he said, jovially, pulling his scarf off in the meanwhile.

Wearing those everywhere was Merlin's occupation. "First round's on me." Okay, 'jovially' was maybe the wrong word, taking soreness and a slight hangover into account, but Arthur was nothing if not dedicated to the task of keeping such things way from view.

Well. Sometimes.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

...Francine made his scarf and it was lovely.

"They have Guinness," Merlin pointed out brightly, oddly slipping into more Irish than English for a moment there. For no reason. "Have you all tried that before? It's like the ale at home."

[raspberryturk]

"Anything like dicks-in-the-dirt at all?" Reno shoved his hands into his pockets, slouching as he inspected the liquor list. "I think I had Guinness that time I was a chocobo for a class assignment, yo. Turned me green."

Oh, Fandom.

"Wasn't half bad, though. It's gotta be better than the swill we drink back where I'm from, yoto."

[withoutverona]

"Dicks-in-the-dirt?" Romeo had to repeat, mostly to see how the words tasted in his mouth. He must not have liked it; he made a face, though that might also have been about the concept of swill.

"That's worse than the ones Brooke orders -- screaming orgasms and pantydroppers. And those don't turn you green. I'll take Guinness, anyhow.

[bitchprince]

Arthur pulled a face to match Romeo's. "Let's go with the Guinness," he said, diplomatically, in as much as deciding other people's drink orders for them was diplomatic. He made for a magnanimous wave at some of the witstaff as he picked a seat to sit down on.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...they were good," Merlin chimed in helpfully. "Tasted like creamy root beer."

Yeah, he wasn't helping the case.

[raspberryturk]

"Root beer," Reno added, equally helpfully, "tastes damn fine when you mix it with Bailey's."

Something like... well. Like creamy root beer. Also.

[withoutverona]

"It doesn't curdle?" Romeo asked, with what might have been a less than perfect grasp of science. "I ... don't know why I think it would curdle. I like Bailey's in coffee."

[bitchprince]

Arthur didn't really want to know, to be honest. "I don't care what it tastes like," he said, and glanced at Merlin. "You don't get anything stronger than Guinness. I'm not dealing with it if you wind up singing on the roof like some demented bird."

He eyed the waitress that came up. "Four pints of Guinness, please."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I did just fine with the bubbly wine last night!" Merlin replied, clearly big on the affronted.

[raspberryturk]

"How much champagne did you have, man?"

If it was less than two or three bottles, Reno wasn't impressed, yet.

It was also entirely possible that Reno was planning on ordering a few bottles of Guinness for the road, however.

[withoutverona]

"Counting or not counting what we brought back up to the suite?" Romeo asked, even though the question wasn't exactly for him. "Though the party didn't feel quite right. No one spiked the punch before I got to it."

[bitchprince]

"Probably because there was so much drink on hand as it was," Arthur pointed out, lightly, then slanted a look at Merlin. "How many hotel staff did you assault with your tender embrace, now?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"They were working during a party!" Merlin insisted. "It's horrible!"

He'd done that enough, thanks.

There was a pause before...

"How many of the thin glasses are there in a bottle?"

[raspberryturk]

"Too many for you," Reno snorted, patting down his pockets for the pack of cigarettes that he'd picked up the other day. "Not enough for me, yo. Sounds like you had a good New Year's, though."

[withoutverona]

Romeo held a hand out to Reno and looked sad. He was going to relapse if he started smoking again, but it would be worse if Reno smoked and he couldn't.

"I had a good one," he ventured. "Went out drinking in the afternoon, then the party. I might not have had as much champagne as Merlin, though."

[bitchprince]

"Don't have to have much to get that bad," Arthur said, smirking a tad in Merlin's direction. "But New Years wasn't too bad, I have to admit. If crowded."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Ha-ha." Merlin rolled his eyes at Arthur, smiling brightly as their drinks were delivered. "Do you think they have proper pudding here?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno had a cigarette hanging off of his bottom lip as he reached for his Guinness and offered his open pack of smokes around for anyone who might be interested. If he was sharing with Romeo, he was willing to share with anyone.

"I ain't got no idea what your definition of a proper pudding is supposed to be, but now I'm kinda curious, yo." A pause. "And worried. Curious an' worried."

This was pudding in a world where people ate octopus. Honestly, now.

[future_sandworm]

Leto who had been oddly quiet so far declined the offer of cigarettes and kept to the Guinness. That wasn't really to his taste either, but he wasn't going to complain. Just possibly order something else next.

"If it's proper by your standards then I'm sure they don't have it."

[withoutverona]

Romeo gave Leto a curious look over the plume of his cigarette smoke. "Now I want you to explain that logic."

[bitchprince]

"Don't ask him," Arthur said, shooting Leto a look. "We'll be here for a week while he finishes up babbling. But I do doubt they have savoury pudding in here, Merlin, considering the noted absence of it everywhere else."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It's thickened with blood and grain," Merlin informed the unaware brightly. "I haven't had a good black pudding since we went to Ireland."

[raspberryturk]

Reno was going to have to take a long swig of his guinness and a long pull from his cigarette before he could even begin to address that reply properly.

"Blood." A pause. A very pointed look. "And grain."

Another very pointed look.

"I'd eat somethin' like that, if I was on the losin' end of a bet, maybe."

[withoutverona]

"Oh, I had something like that when I was in 1899," Romeo reported, remembering. "It was cheap, I only had so much money ... It wasn't horrid. But I was too drunk to really taste it."

[future_sandworm]

"I meant that when your home is quite far away it is unlikely to find things here that you consider 'proper'," Leto said, ignoring the look Arthur gave him. "I have no objection to eating the blood of dead animals."

[bitchprince]

Arthur shrugged. "It's not too bad," he said, "What's really lacking is your choice of meats. It's hard to even find anywhere that sells decent venison. Nevermind the rarity of bird meat beyond chicken..."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"For all the extra food there is here, there are less types." No one ate game anymore! "And it's really better than it sounds," He assured Reno.

"There are... spices. Of sorts."

[raspberryturk]

People probably wouldn't have been opposed to eating game in Edge! If it wasn't for the fact that if it wasn't a monster running around out there, then it was probably a chocobo. And nobody really had the heart to eat a chocobo.

"Here's where I gotta do the obvious and ask what sorts of spices we're talkin' about, yo."

[future_sandworm]

Leto smirked. "Well, certainly not Spice."

[withoutverona]

"... which would be the spice from your home that is a drug as much as it is a spice?" Romeo tried, reaching back in his mind. "I'm impressed I remember that."

[bitchprince]

"That would be the one," Arthur said, faux-cheerfully, and took a sip of his drink. "Very clever play on words. Anyway, it's just..." Beat. "Pudding."