Nina pours him two.
Nina: "I'm guessing you'll need a double."

"...Hindsight is 20/20 vision," Iris slowly stated, "If I could go back in time with what I know now, there are jobs I'd turn down and times where I would've been more careful. How would I describe my life though?"

Iris paused, shutting his eyes as he thought. "...Have any of you ever played Janga?" Opening them, his head panned the room, "It... it was stacking those little blocks to reach higher and higher, slipping out of one place, sliding into another and building on everything we'd accopmlished until..." Taking a brief moment for more words to come from him, he let out a breathe, "Until someone else just... kicked the table, and it all just.... crumbled, I guess. Now, it's been a backwards hide and seek for almost a year... And I know I stand out with my mask on, but... it's worse without it, if that makes sense."

Clearing his throat, Iris crossed his arms, "I still don't know who all the players are, but I'm not ready to be found yet."

Riley sighed, then took the two drinks laid in front of him. "Thanks." was his reply, and he turned back around in his seat, listening to Iris' answer. At the end of it, Riley grinned slightly, "My kids play that! They love that game!" He quietly laughed to himself, then gulped down his second shot of liquor. He looked at his third, then at the bartender, and sipped on it slowly, letting the fluid run down and warm his throat.

"My life." Derrick said as he sat. He knew the answer almost immediately. "It's pretty much a game of cat and mouse and quite frankly, i'm not sure which I am. Overall my life has been decent with its ups and downs, but If I had one thing I could change, I'd cut to the chase entirely." He stopped before taking a deep breath. The memory killed his mood at least for the moment. "There's a guy who took someone I care about. The one thing I would do if I could alter anything is erase him from my history. No games, no threats, no wondering where my sis is and what's happening to her."

Adrian sighed. He wished he had the capability to use telepathy to explain to the gentleman with the metal arm exactly what he was smiling about, but unfortunately that wasn't really possible. And not just because his writer said so.
He whispered, nudging Sleipnir: "Do you think they have naruu here?"
"Don't you get a bit too high with that?"
"Oh come off it. I haven't had any in a while."
"Alright, I'll ask. But don't pour any on me. You know what happens."
"No promises."

Sleipnir strolled over to the barwoman.
"You got any of that naruu?"


[OOC: For reference, naruu is a golden, shiny liquid. When poured it sounds faintly like laughter. I know I introduce far too much stuff, but I like my universes to be in depth. REALLY in depth.]

X groans softly to herself. Here was another one.

X: "Welcome. Sign your name and head to the back. The interviews have begun, but we believe nobody should be excluded at any point."



Nina raises a mildly annoyed eyebrow.
Nina: "If it's a drink, I can pour it. Unless it's a specialty mixed drink. Joey handles those in the Side Lounge." She returns to her polishing.

[OOC: Naruu ain't mixed. Its like water. You know, you find it naturally. Point being
a) I want to see if you guys have all of the things
b) I want Adrian to be drunk, because he's too much of an asshat for this otherwise. Adrian's tolerance is fucking menthol, so... Yeah. Also naaru(as you may have guessed) does not behave naturally.
c) I want them to get in on this drinking action. Sleipnir brought her own shit, because she goes to places with refreshments. With her own refreshments. ]

{OoC: Which means Nina has it. Which should be apparent based on her answer.}

{OOC: I sorry. }
Sleipnir called Adrian over.
"Apparently they do have it."
The smile on Adrian's face could have lit up the sky by itself, the sun no longer being necessary.
He waited patiently for some of that sweet, sweet naruu.

Nina gets a martini glass and grabs a bottle, pouring some of the singing liquid in and passing it.

Adrian was grinning like a cat with the cream. He carefully shook it, making sure not to spill a drop out of the top of the martini glass, before taking a sip. The angel closed his eyes, his face a picture of ecstasy and delight.

"Once more unto the breach..." was the weary response from Sleipnir. She backed away and returned to her position, wondering how things would start to play out.

Meanwhile, Adrian was... shaking slightly. The vibrations were too fast to be detected by normal human eyes, but you could clearly detect an audible buzzing sound throbbing through the air.





[OOC: shaken, not stirred]

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"...Hindsight is 20/20 vision," Iris slowly stated, "If I could go back in time with what I know now, there are jobs I'd turn down and times where I would've been more careful. How would I describe my life though?"

Iris paused, shutting his eyes as he thought. "...Have any of you ever played Janga?" Opening them, his head panned the room, "It... it was stacking those little blocks to reach higher and higher, slipping out of one place, sliding into another and building on everything we'd accopmlished until..." Taking a brief moment for more words to come from him, he let out a breathe, "Until someone else just... kicked the table, and it all just.... crumbled, I guess. Now, it's been a backwards hide and seek for almost a year... And I know I stand out with my mask on, but... it's worse without it, if that makes sense."

Clearing his throat, Iris crossed his arms, "I still don't know who all the players are, but I'm not ready to be found yet."

Malcolm listened to Iris and clapped his hand, raising it to indicate he had played the game before. Mordecai however was less enthusiastic with his answer. "Never played it before." His glum tone got a concerned looked from Malcolm who pat the hand he was holding. The fingers gripping Mordecai's twitched and flexed and Mordecai answered back with a smile. "Thank you Malcolm I'm fine. Now on to the question asked. Mr. Bill I'm not pleased with how my life turned out but, like the others have stated, I would never trade it for another. This life is what made me me, and that's something I'd never be willing to give up."

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Nina: "Sure thing." She gets to pouring the drink in a rocks glass.

Bill, meanwhile, sighs and snaps his fingers. The Jukebox seems to repair itself, and starts playing some early Michael Jackson hits.

Bill: "Now that that's been dealt with, more or less, I think I'll explain how these interviews work. Essentially, you simply answer freely. There are private rooms downstairs for those not comfortable answering questions in front of others. There are some questions that can only be answered out here openly, and there are some that can only be answered in private, though most, you can decide on yourself. All that out of the way, here's question one: How would you describe your life so far? Do you wish that some aspect of it could be altered?"

Gangsta Tom shook himself a few times, before slumping against a chair.
"Brah, this life is dope. I got dem scuffed jays and foh' moh' in my hous'. We got dem gud stuff in the hood man, and the sense of brutha-hood is chill as well, brah.
I don't think there is much I wanna channnnngeee brahhhhh."
He suddenly stood up, hands spreading wide, mouth agape.
"THIS IS THE LIIIIIIFE BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Riley finally gulped down the last of his drink and got up from his seat, walking past the Gangsta, as he passed, he gestured to him, saying, "Like I said, psychopaths..." Looking back, he caught one of the other guests shaking, almost vibrating. The motion was fast, almost fast enough for the CIA's human eye not to notice, but his mechanical one did. He nodded to himself, further assuring himself of his position.

He strolled over to one of the couches and plopped down, sending a cloud of dust from the seat. Riley coughed and waved the particles away, "Old thing isn't it?" With this, he opened his right arm, took out his Beretta (unloaded of course) and started tinkering with the mechanics, taking it apart and tuning the weapon.