[Open RP] St Patrick's Day in the Little Green Apple.

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

Okay, so Turlough didn't really CELEBRATE Saint Patrick's Day. But he did read about it, mainly the part where people (mostly Americans) used it as an excuse to drink copious amounts, particularly of beer.

Well, Turlough didn't drink beer, often, but he did like going to the LGA. The bartender was interesting.

So he decided to take advantage of this day and drink something, maybe green.

So had Chairman Kaga, who would use any excuse to have good food and drink, let's be honest. It should be noted that the Chairman is NOT wearing green, for those inclined to pinch.

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[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

While La Fee Verte was far from Irish, she was certainly green, and thus had a certain fondness for the day. Not to mention the drinking that usually accompanied it. She had a specials board (http://www.gunaxin.com/saint-patricks-day-drinks/14591) up, and a bowl of deadly-looking green punch with shamrock shaped ice cubes on the bar.

"," she said to Turlough. "?"

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

Turlough looked over the specials board. "That Emerald Isle sounds interesting, I think I'll try that."

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

"." She mixed the potent green cocktail and handed it to him with a smile.

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

Severus has a long, clean woolly Slytherin muffler wrapped about his neck. It itrails down his chest, winds in his robes. He is rather proud of it, and pleased it also serves for festival attire.

"I would like an Irish Car Bomb."

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

La Fee Verte served it up to him promptly. "."

[curlybrain.livejournal.com]

Hermione had been drawn by the sound of voices and laughter to Slytherin. She had not visited Slytherin house since her return to this Hogwarts, so she was a bit taken aback by the presence of the Little Green Apple.

Looking around at all the drinking and carousing, she felt two things: an intense desire to be able to be one of the revelers and disappointment that yet again she was seeing an example of how Hogwarts had changed.

The proof of that was Professor Snape, drinking something that definitely looked alcoholic.

Hermione marched up to her former potions master, hands going to her hips.

"Professor, how can you condone drinking on Hogwarts grounds?" she asked in a tone of voice that was loud and overly shrill even to her own ears. Only after the words were out did it occur to her that this *was* Professor Snape she was confronting. The man who used to put fear into her, as well as make her so angry she could spit nails. She was also aware of the fact that she wasn't even a prefect, let alone a faculty member, so she really had no business at all speaking this way to the professor. But the words were out, and she stood her ground, waiting for his reaction.

[sasuke-sarutobi.livejournal.com]

Sasuke was still under the effects of the cursed food (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1757654.html?thread=95798486#t95798486) because it'd look funny for a 12 year old to be boozing it up when he wandered into the Little Green Apple. Pausing near where Kaga was seated, Sasuke took notice of the strange bright green drink, but had no idea of its significance. Kaga was also safe from being pinched for the same reason.

"That looks toxic, Kaga-san," he commented with amusement.

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

Kaga laughed. "No, it's just green." He looked up, furrowing his brow at the somewhat familiar person. As if the last time he saw said person, he we only a child, but has grown up.

"Sarutobi-kun?" he ventured a guess.

[sasuke-sarutobi.livejournal.com]

While there were a few other Hogwartsians with white hair, Sasuke's golden cat's eyes were fairly unique. No sense pretending to be someone else.

"Yeah," he replied. "I kind of ate something that was... apparently cursed." He looked a bit embarrassed. "Mind if I join you?"

He was a little curious to see how alcohol would affect him now.

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

Lezard Valeth had read about St. Patrick's Day as well. He didn't consider it a holiday worthy of celebration. Driving all the snakes out of a small island kingdom? Hardly an impressive feat. Besides, Lezard's sympathies rested more with the snakes.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to have a drink or two. La Fee Verte's domain appealed to his aesthetic sense (though in his opinion it could do with some randomly placed treasure chests and maybe a lava pit or two), so he enjoyed nipping into the Little Green Apple now and again. There was also an added incentive to resort to alcohol: He needed something to take his mind off certain compulsions left over from his recent experience of being a chinchilla.

To wit: He kept wanting to take a dust bath.

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

Turlough gave a lazy glare at Lezard: after a few martinis he was feeling not at his snarkiest.

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

Lezard noticed the glare, and chose to spin the laziness of it thusly: "Now, now, Groundskeeper. Just because we shared one mindblowing kiss isn't any reason to go making eyes at a student."

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

Lezard. Severus, feeling resplendent in his scarf, approaches the young mage at the bar. His drink is in his hand and he pauses to drain it quickly before it curdles. He should have thought of that.

He is not very pleased with St. Patrick either, as a proud snake. But he has some residual fondness for Ireland itself. Lezard looks somewhat dour. "How are your experiments and projects?" It is a general question, not prying.

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

"On hold at present. Good to see you, Professor." Lezard waved his glass of Irish Trashcan Punch. "Won't you join me?"

[menace2plants.livejournal.com]

A Saint's day, become an excuse to engage in drunken and rowdy behavior? Count Crowley in. Even better, the barmaid was, if not exactly a colleague, a sympathetic, er, entity.

And, of course, was able to supply him with properly prepared absinthe, which he sipped as he relaxed, eyeing the small knot of celebrants.

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

Karasu wandered into the bar. The demon recognized a few people there, but he didn't greet anyone. Instead he leaned against the wall by an empty table, observing everyone else. For the most part, they were off-guard and wouldn't expect any trouble. Not that Karasu was trying to cause any, no...it was just a interesting observation.

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

Having finished his conversation with Sasuke (at some point, or since the mum has no grasp of time, whenever), Kaga had resumed his drinking and observing.

He spied Karasu across the bar and raised his glass in a salute.

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

Karasu caught his eye. When Kaga raised his glass Karasu inclined his head, though only slightly. This wasn't a casual hello to the demon; it was another step in an chain of events, due to unfold when the time was right. However, the time was never right when his victims were becoming intoxicated.

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

Yukimura was on his way to the LGA, having been told of a day that was celebrated by imbibing green intoxicants. Though he couldn't recall having anything that was green other than absinthe, he was quite fond of the intoxicants. He stopped just inside the door, though, when he sensed and then saw Karasu. It was too late to leave and his pride wouldn't have let him either. He probably wouldn't have avoided the bar either, if he were completely honest with himself. With a frown, he went over to the bar, asking the barmaid for whatever she recommended.

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

Karasu knew he came in, just as he noticed his hesitation when the samurai realized his presence. Behind his mask the demon smirked, but he did nothing to show he had any idea the samurai was there. As far as anyone else was concerned, casually watching Lezard Valeth and drumming his fingers on an tabletop were far more interesting to Karasu at the moment.

[beets-r-god.livejournal.com]

Even though the Schrutes were a proud Pennsylvania Dutch family, Dwight was sure there was some Irish in there somewhere.

He sauntered into the Little Green apple, where, after getting a drink, he struck up a festive tune, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2bTczkYv0Ug) featuring, at one point, a recorder solo.

[lemondrop-party.livejournal.com]

Pleased by the festive recorder music, none other than Professor (emeritus) Dumbledore favored Dwight with unironic applause.

[beets-r-god.livejournal.com]

Dwight bowed to the retired headmaster and made his way over. "Greetings, honorable sir," he said, remembering the lapel pin that had proclaimed him a deputy member of the Order of the Phoenix. "I trust that the forces of darkness are being kept sufficiently at bay?" After all, if they weren't, then Dumbledore would have to call Dwight in. Wouldn't he?

[rarebookangel.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale wandered vaguely into the Little Green Apple. He rfelt that, since his last trip to Hogwarts, which he still didn't remember, he had lost touch with the pulse of Hogwarts society, and a pub seemed as good a place as any to meet new people.

Hestared at the list of drink specials, an expression of bafflement upon his angelic vissage. "Excuse me," he said to the Green Fairy, attempting to flag her down. "Do you, er, have any natural spring water?"

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

"," she suggested. "?"