[Center][img]https://i.imgur.com/35foN5l.jpeg[/img][/center] [color=darkgray]Blair smirked as she slid onto the closest barstool and crossed her right leg over her left. She leaned forward, resting her forearms against the edge of the counter, watching with a bright curiosity behind her eyes. [color=c9bef3]"There better be edible glitter in that or I’ll be [i]very[/i] disappointed,"[/color] she teased with a cheeky grin. [color=firebrick]“Uh-uh… Don’t interrupt the creative process.”[/color] Bax scolded, with a smile which belied his appreciation for her playful attitude and undercut any pretense of authority in the situation. This was a party and he had no intention of robbing anyone of their fun, regardless what form it may take. She lightly tapped the toe of her shoe against the side of the bar as she bounced her leg. [color=c9bef3]"So, cocktail maestro, you gotta name?"[/color] Blair reached out and stole a cocktail cherry from a small glass dish. She popped it into her mouth with a smile. [color=firebrick]“Baxter Marsh.”[/color] He replied, beginning to pull specific bottles to complete the art which was forming in his mind. Amaretto and crème de cacao white, amongst others. Before diving beneath the bar looking for very specific infrequently used bottles he was sure he’d seen earlier… [color=c9bef3]"Dionysus too, I’d reckon,"[/color] she wagered a guess with a little twinkle in her eye. Not every demigod gave off a strong essence of their parent, but the way this guy slung cocktails like it was his one true calling set off every alarm. If he wasn’t from Dionysus’s loins then maybe she [i]wasn’t[/i] Athena’s daughter after all. [color=firebrick]“That’s it!”[/color] He emerged from the depths unseen below the bar with a stunned look of revelation. [color=firebrick]“I’d forgotten that name. But I’m almost certain that’s what my half-brother had said. Not ‘Dine-n-dash’… not ‘Dyin-on-the-vine’… ‘Dionysus’. Thank you. That’s helpful. Really, thank you.”[/color] He held his hand out to take her own, before realising he’d just revealed the secreted bottle of [i]Goldschläger[/i] and its telltale gold flakes. [color=firebrick]“You didn’t see that…”[/color] He tucked it further under his arm, before once again holding out his hand. [color=c9bef3]"I’m Blair,"[/color] she offered with a smile and an extension of her right hand toward him. [color=c9bef3]"And if you can guess my parent on the first try, I’ll give you a midnight kiss that’ll knock your socks off,"[/color] Blair challenged him with a mischievous grin. [color=firebrick]“Ooo don’t do that. If you don’t tell me your name now, I won’t feel so bad asking your name again in the morning.”[/color] Bax said. Parties tended to wreak havoc on his memory, and with his difficulty in holding himself back from living life to the fullest he generally had a lot of questions the day after. The possible alternative flirtatious meaning to that comment sailed over his own head. But certainly not the woman who sat before him and her rapidly growing mischievous grin. [i]Her parent? How am I supposed to know tha-- oh. Ohhhhhhhhh. We’re all the children of—okay.[/i] He put down his collection of bottles on the counter next to the glass and ran a squinted eye of scrutiny over the form perched on the barstool opposite. [i]Can anyone think of a Greek god or goddess?[/i] He held his chin in his palm, his fingers stroking his chin and cheek in contemplation. [i]What Greek goddess could possibly be the form of my muse sitting before me—wait… Muse. Is that one?[/i] The muses, of course, would happen to be several… He started pouring, if only to rebuild his confidence with something he was actually confident in. [i]Just guess something. Anything.[/i] [color=firebrick]“Aaa--?”[/color] She smiled. Baxter decided to keep pushing his luck. [color=firebrick]“—Perr--?”[/color] The smile dropped. [color=firebrick]“—Ol..?”[/color] [color=c9bef3]“Do you mean ‘Apollo’?”[/color] She asked, kind eyes giving him a sense of hope at a second chance. [color=firebrick]“Uh-- Yeah!”[/color] Bax said, sliding an orange bottle of Aperol spritz from view under the counter, and seizing the second chance with both hands. [color=c9bef3]“Then no.”[/color] [color=firebrick]“Oh…”[/color] His shoulders dropped suddenly. [color=c9bef3]“But you were on the right track with the ‘A’.”[/color] This seemed enough to lift his spirits once again immediately, as if no sign of the disappointment were ever there in the first place. He went back to his work, he worked a cocktail shaker with one hand, grabbing a martini glass with the other hand as he worked it. He then set another cocktail shaker down and started pouring liberal amounts from other easily found bottles. Blackberry brandy which he’d grabbed earlier, with rum and tequila which were close at hand. All went in with unseen precision in quantity, whilst never losing the motion with his other hand. He donned the lid and started working both cocktail shaker’s at once. As he worked the dance took him over once again, first a hand, then his head. The shakers began playing to that same unheard beat, as he became more and more consumed with the phantom rhythm. After a while he stopped the first and began pouring. It seemed to be some creamy white concoction, which raised an eyebrow. [color=firebrick]“Uh! Not done.”[/color] He could see her confusion at the selection. Whilst still never skipping a beat with the cocktail shaker, he opened the small bottle of [i]Goldschläger[/i] and began pouring a garnishing layer of the gold flaked liqueur on top of the drink in the martini glass. In the second glass, a highball, he poured out half of the contents of the other shaker. Before adding fruit from beneath the counter, and a single cherry from the bowl immediately in front of the dark haired woman. [color=firebrick] “So… for the dress.”[/color] He slid forward the martini glass. [color=firebrick] “We have a modified ‘White Rabbit’. White Crème de Cacao, vanilla vodka, amaretto’s nutty depth, with just a splash of [i]Goldschläger[/i]’s cinnamon to add that extra bit of spice. And that you wanted edible gold flakes are just a lucky, happy, seren-dip-i-tous coincidence as you might expect in Wonderland.”[/color] He then slid over the highball. [color=firebrick]“And what better chaser for the ‘White Rabbit’ than ‘Alice’?”[/color] [color=c9bef3]“Is that a tequila sunrise?”[/color] [color=firebrick]“Sunset. The blackberry brandy would make it a sunset. You look like you do better with sunsets than sunrises. And for you, I’ve blended the better parts of a Hurricane and a Tequila sunset. With just a few fun surprises to make things interesting. Which I think are how you prefer life anyway.”[/color] His hospitable smile spread across his face, as he awaited her review on his work. This one seemed friendly and 'of the party' as well. All things which held his interest. [/color] [center][sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=808080][b]interactions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] Blair[color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]mentions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [@Mjolnir] [color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]collabs[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] none[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center]