OPEN bar log/surprise birthday party!

[chainsmoke_king]

Who: The HOMRA clan and YOU!
When: 4/10 (preparations in the morning, bar opens at 4pm, party starts shortly after that!)
Where: Bar HOMRA
Style: [action pls]
Status: OPEN!

What: Bar HOMRA's doors are always open to anyone who feels they need a bit of a drink. Nothing's changed about that, except today you might find a little something extra going on behind those open doors. For today is owner, Izumo Kusanagi's 27th birthday! And his no longer dead friends aren't going to let the day go by without a bit of celebration.

So whether you know Izumo, are looking for that usual drink, or want dibs on a slice of free cake, come on by to Bar HOMRA tonight!

Comments

[parasolspinning]

Oh, good evenin Kushina-sa-- woah!

[Oops being pulled by a child]

[aprettyred]

[ She'd just been intending to get his attention, but well, if he is that light-

Anna tugs him over to a barstool. Sit, Silver King, and eat some cake. You don't look so awkward if you do that. ]

[parasolspinning]

[He is kind of bird-like, isn't he?

Shiro drops on to the bar stool, blinking in mild confusion.]

[aprettyred]

[ The umbrella only helps with that-

Anna wanders off for a moment, to come back with a fork and cake slice for Shiro. Surprise surprise, its a red cake. ]

[parasolspinning]

[As does the gravity powers.]

Oh! Cake! How wonderful! Thank you very much.

[aprettyred]

[ Its a lovely bright red color, because would she really let them serve any other color to Izumo for his birthday. ]

Fourth cake.

[ ... they made three other cakes before this one. But there doesn't seem to be three other cakes being served- ]

[parasolspinning]

[Of course! But...]

Fourth cake?

[aprettyred]

[ She nods. ]

One burned.

[ But only one of them!

They didn't use Mikoto as the oven after that. ]

[parasolspinning]

Oh! Well, this one is very nice. I think it makes up for the one that burned.

[aprettyred]

Another wasn't a good red.

[ Not like this lovely color here. ]

... the first was goo.

[ Although it seems like she's quite pleased with him being happy about this one. ]

[parasolspinning]

Well... your attempts in the kitchen are still better than anything I could produce.

[aprettyred]

Tatara helped. Mikoto couldn't help much. Things kept burning.

[ But this gets a curious look. ]

... Do the weird things not turn out good?

[parasolspinning]

He would burn things, wouldn't he?

[He laughs quietly at that.]

Well, I wouldn't know about your cakes, but my cooking often turns out bland.

[aprettyred]

... Like oatmeal?

[ Oatmeal is the blandest of the bland! It has a horrible color, and it doesn't taste like much. ]

[parasolspinning]

Worse!

[He wishes he was kidding. The only thing he can make properly is rice.]

[aprettyred]

....

[ Anna is clearly having trouble figuring that out. How can anything taste more bland than oatmeal! ]

Kuroh cooks most often, then?

[parasolspinning]

[Shiro is amazing like that. Amazingly awful.]

Yes, exactly!

[aprettyred]

... Which is why the kitchen is 'his' room. A little different than the Bar for Izumo.

[ The Bar is Izumo's baby. ]

[parasolspinning]

Something like that, yes.

[Even Shiro knows how precious the bar is to Izumo.]

[aprettyred]

[ Must be surprisingly well known.

Anna hums her understanding, and gets back to work on her slice of cake. ]

... Something to drink?

[parasolspinning]

[He's heard Izumo on the network a few times when curses give him things that might very well ruin it.]

Oh, yes please.

[aprettyred]

[ Like Basashi!

Anna hops off her stool before looking back up. ]

... getting juice.

[ Because they are in a bar, so he might have thought different because he's Silver King and Silver King is a special King, despite looking like a student. ]

[parasolspinning]

That's fine! Thank you, Kushina-san!

[aprettyred]

[ And she will be back with juice.

Surprise surprise, its red. Probably fruit punch, or maybe cherry.. something. ]

[parasolspinning]

[Mmm red... juice... stuff.

But it's good so he's certainly not going to complain.]