[well, aren't you lucky, moneybags playboy Bruce Wayne?
there's a curious individual heading toward the bar after a few stares from the patrons. Loki hasn't bothered to put up an illusion to make his appearance fit the general atmosphere—instead he heads through in his long, green tacky coat and golden horned tiara; he really screams "impPort." those that don't part for him pull him aside for a photo. he obliges gracefully, even giving them an eccentric pose before leaving them to their gleeful exploits.
he tucks his own phone into his pocket and leans across the bar to order one of the gaudiest drink on the menu.]
Make it a double.
[whether or not he's old enough to drink is still up for debate, but the bartender doesn't ask.]
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there's a curious individual heading toward the bar after a few stares from the patrons. Loki hasn't bothered to put up an illusion to make his appearance fit the general atmosphere—instead he heads through in his long, green tacky coat and golden horned tiara; he really screams "impPort." those that don't part for him pull him aside for a photo. he obliges gracefully, even giving them an eccentric pose before leaving them to their gleeful exploits.
he tucks his own phone into his pocket and leans across the bar to order one of the gaudiest drink on the menu.]
Make it a double.
[whether or not he's old enough to drink is still up for debate, but the bartender doesn't ask.]