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apocalypsehowcomm2022-10-16 10:23 pm
punched_hitler) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-10-16 10:23 pm
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Log: Fun with flaming shots
Who: Steve Rogers and you!
When: Sometime in October (handwavy time is fine!)
Where: World’s End Tavern (a small bar in town); later heading home to the ADI apartments
Summary: Steve has been investigating the recent flaming fad that's been making headlines. It appears to be banned in most bars, but he's found one bartender who still seems willing to serve the flaming shots — and tonight, one gets a little out of hand. The idea is to save the bar — I'm totally open to multiple threads or a multi-person thread or anything people want! I've also included a thread for later if someone wants to encounter him heading back to the apartments, only a little singed!
Warnings: fire-related death, injury, property loss
This bar is on fire
Ever since he'd heard about the whole flaming shots business, Steve had decided to check out for himself whether the fad had or hadn't spread to Gloucester. Early in the month, he'd definitely witnessed a few incidents — no fires, but some near misses. But by now, most bars, it seems, have banned the drinks altogether — and that's something, at least. A good sign, he thinks, if there's any concern over what might be prompting the fad (or fueling the fire, ha, ha) was trying to gain traction.
The World's End Tavern isn't big, but it's a pretty nice place. He's been here before a couple of times; they've got good whiskey and beer. Steve is nursing one of the latter tonight — he doesn't want to get drunk while he's keeping an eye on things — when down at the other end of the bar, flames suddenly spring up. At first, it's just the drink; he'd thought they were banned here, too, but the bartender isn't one he recognizes, and the patron seems young and stupid. But three shots in, someone fumbles, and the glass goes tumbling to the floor — with the liquor inside still on fire. And this place? This place has a lot of wood in it.
Slightly singed
Bar (mostly) saved and fire department squarely on the scene, Steve decides he should probably call it a night. Especially because it's getting late. Actually, he'd better step up the pace or he' might not make it back in time for curfew.
Anyone who catches him jogging back through the streets will notice the distinct smell of alcohol and smoke — but real, thick, heavy smoke, as evidenced by his slightly sooty skin and clothes. His face and arms are a little flushed, but he's not badly burned, just a little crispy around the edges. Well. A bit of his hair might be sort of singed, too. Whoops. Maybe he'll need to find a barber tomorrow morning.
When: Sometime in October (handwavy time is fine!)
Where: World’s End Tavern (a small bar in town); later heading home to the ADI apartments
Summary: Steve has been investigating the recent flaming fad that's been making headlines. It appears to be banned in most bars, but he's found one bartender who still seems willing to serve the flaming shots — and tonight, one gets a little out of hand. The idea is to save the bar — I'm totally open to multiple threads or a multi-person thread or anything people want! I've also included a thread for later if someone wants to encounter him heading back to the apartments, only a little singed!
Warnings: fire-related death, injury, property loss
This bar is on fire
Ever since he'd heard about the whole flaming shots business, Steve had decided to check out for himself whether the fad had or hadn't spread to Gloucester. Early in the month, he'd definitely witnessed a few incidents — no fires, but some near misses. But by now, most bars, it seems, have banned the drinks altogether — and that's something, at least. A good sign, he thinks, if there's any concern over what might be prompting the fad (or fueling the fire, ha, ha) was trying to gain traction.
The World's End Tavern isn't big, but it's a pretty nice place. He's been here before a couple of times; they've got good whiskey and beer. Steve is nursing one of the latter tonight — he doesn't want to get drunk while he's keeping an eye on things — when down at the other end of the bar, flames suddenly spring up. At first, it's just the drink; he'd thought they were banned here, too, but the bartender isn't one he recognizes, and the patron seems young and stupid. But three shots in, someone fumbles, and the glass goes tumbling to the floor — with the liquor inside still on fire. And this place? This place has a lot of wood in it.
Slightly singed
Bar (mostly) saved and fire department squarely on the scene, Steve decides he should probably call it a night. Especially because it's getting late. Actually, he'd better step up the pace or he' might not make it back in time for curfew.
Anyone who catches him jogging back through the streets will notice the distinct smell of alcohol and smoke — but real, thick, heavy smoke, as evidenced by his slightly sooty skin and clothes. His face and arms are a little flushed, but he's not badly burned, just a little crispy around the edges. Well. A bit of his hair might be sort of singed, too. Whoops. Maybe he'll need to find a barber tomorrow morning.