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Bartender, Take My Keys [Mingle Log]
Who: Dan and any other adults.
What: It’s been a real long week and you know what Rivendell needs? A rager.
Where: Rivendell
When: The a few days into Rivendell.
Warnings: Content warnings for recreational alcohol and drug use, adults acting rowdy.
Note: I’d like to limit this log to characters who are adults, unless you’d like to do a thread of them being escorted away by a concerned grown-up (see the prompt for teens below).
Bonus note: This is supposed to be an open mingle post, but if you want Dan in particular, just let me know in your comment or somewhere OOCly!
Dan, as a guest in Rivendell, checks in with their hosts first and gets their blessing to have a "little soirée" in the Hall of Fire, adjacent to the water. Rather than going on the network, where he might leave some of the teens feeling excluded, Dan makes the effort to go to each other adult in the squad and several adults staying in Rivendell and invite them personally. He frames it as a night for people to relax with some drink, games, music, and cultural exchange, and most of all, a night of no judgments so long as everyone’s having a good time. And then he gets hustling.
When the sun goes down, the party starts. Dan’s been furiously busy networking, begging favors, scrapping together materials and coordinating, all in preparation for a moment of pressure release for the squad that he hopes will lift spirits and pacify any troubled waters. He’s cobbled together a crew of musicians from various backgrounds, and they’ve been spending the morning rehearsing together for some energetic background music. The cooks have provided tasty, fatty snacks and several tuns of beer and wine of various quality. Dwarves, elves and men are milling around on foot or at tables where card games are being played for friendly stakes, and in spite of being hobbled by his injury, Dan’s flitting around greeting everybody, memorizing everyone’s names, and making sure that they’re comfortable as they leave the makeshift coat check.
Once there are enough people mingling and filtering in, Dan climbs up on the table, crutch and all, and pulls out an oliphant tusk horn and blows into it, commanding the attention of the room.
“Welcome!” Dan does his best to shout, which still requires the musicians in the corner to settle down, as Dan’s voice can hardly rise above speaking level. “I’ll make this brief, since I’m certain that y’all have plenty of fun to be had and folks to meet without me yammering. Some of us have just got here by the skin of our teeth a few days ago. Some of us been here a while, twisting ourselves into knots over the horrors of war and destruction. All of us deserve a chance to breathe.
“Before we all get too excited, I want everyone to take a moment to consider how kind it is of the people of Rivendell to lend us this space tonight, and to remind folks to take care of it while having fun. I’ll be helping with cleanup in the morning, so do me a favor and make it easy on me.” Dan gestures to his injured leg, playing up the woeful wounded doe look. “And look to your right, look to your left – your wish for tonight is that the folks next to you have as nice a time tonight as you do.”
He raises a goblet of wine, then takes a deep drink. “Alright, as you were! I want this roof raised by sunrise!”
I. Time to Lick Shots
One of Dan’s many go-to professions when he needs to make some quick cash is bartending, and as he spent yesterday familiarizing himself (perhaps too much) with the different offerings in Rivendell – elven wine and cider, dwarf beer and brandy, Gondorian ale, arak from Agrabah – he feels confident combining and serving to anyone who wants something more complex than a straight pint. It also gives him a chance to sit down and take some weight off his injured leg.
“What’ll it be?” Dan grins at any person who approaches his work station, if they catch him at his rotation after he brings a beer down to Crowley. “The arak’s got a high enough proof to rip the roof of your mouth off, just so you know.”
The bar is long and busy, and people can sit and chat with the people next to them, buy each other drinks, make stupid dares, and anything else that comes to mind.
II. Can’t Read My, Can’t Read My, No You Can’t Read My Poker Face
One of Dan’s other favorite go-to professions in the real world is dealing cards, and getting to know the different sorts of decks and games in this world has been a nice way to pass the time while he’s been off his feet. For the sake of simplicity, he’s restricted his actual dealing to poker and blackjack, as he knows some members of the squad may appreciate the familiarity, but he’s learned and is on his way to mastering everything else put in front of him.
“Want me to deal you in?” he asks to anyone who sits at his table, satisfied that every table in the room is hopping with lively, convivial games. “We can make it strip poker, if you want.”
Come join him, or join any of the many tables throwing down spice packets as their stakes in games of poker, Egyptian Rat Screw, mahjong, gin and more, and feel free to enjoy some of the pipeweed and hashish being passed around.
III. Get Rich Hittin’ the Pole
It’s not a stripper party until the stripper gets a pole, and Dan’s arranged for a tentpole to be set up in the room for people to swing on and play at. For the first part of the night, it’s just a curiosity – people take a single swing on it, or come and poke at it as if they’re afraid it’ll fall over.
But once the liquor gets flowing…
IV. You and Me and These Empty Cups
In short time, the concept of “beer pong” is introduced to the people of Middle Earth, and soon after that someone’s procured a bunch of goblets and set them up to start playing as teams. At this point, several of the people who came to the party early are somewhat impaired, and people are frequently tapping out and dragging members of the squad in to replace them. You can’t let the team down, can you?
V. You Better Karaoke
Dan’s a fantastic piano player, which means he’s an extremely mediocre clavichord player. That does not, however, stop him from blowing the Gondorian horn again to announce that he’s about to play an absolutely wretched version of Fiona Apple’s “Criminal”, backed up by some of the musicians he coaxed into providing the entertainment tonight. His voice sounds like a garage door in need of WD-40, and there’s truly no way to make a clavichord sound gentle, even backed by elves at the harp and flute and a Gondorian playing some sort of bongo. If Dan weren’t so clearly enjoying himself and so clearly in on the joke, it would be annoying, but most of the people in the crowd find the lack of self-consciousness and shame to be freeing.
“Taking requests! I know most songs and I sound better playing than singing!” Dan announces. “So if you want to spare your ears, you better line on up and take the mic!”
VI. Let’s Get a Little Wet
There’s a natural pool of more still water near the steps adjacent to the room, and at some point, one of the elves picks up another and tosses him in, starting a rush into the water. People splash each other, swim around, kick off their boots, and peel off their nice clothes to enjoy themselves. Several people slide down the fountains, whooping.
Dan’s coordinated with one of the Gondorians to check and make sure no one’s jumping into the river with too much liquor in their system, and everyone gets a very stern talking-to about not polluting their hosts’ water, but other than that, bombs away.
VII. SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS!
“Who wants to see me shoot an apple off this guy’s head?” Dan shouts, at least, as close as his quiet, awful voice comes to shouting. A gaggle of elves and men have gathered around him, a combination of awed and nervous; one young man, clearly trying to prove something about his mettle to his fellows, has an apple precariously balanced on top of his head about thirty yards away. Dan’s got his longbow with an arrow nocked, and he pulls the drawstring, eyes narrowed as he fixes on the target.
“How much have you had?” someone in the crowd asks Dan, to which he yells back “six shots and two beers—I could build a house after six shots and two beers. This is perfectly safe. Count me down.”
“I’m not scared at all,” the guy with the apple says, but visible tenses as the crowd shouts down three, two, one. The arrow zips through the air and splits the apple. The crowd cheers and some money exchanges hands.
“Alright, what’s the money on me doing that left-handed?” Dan asks, taking another shot of arak and tossing another apple to a volunteer.
VIII. I’ve Had a Little Bit Too Much
Of course, sometimes a little bit of fun can turn into too much fun, and any party planner has prepared for the eventuality that people may need places to recuperate and lounge on couches, and in the spirit of community, some of the more sober folks are helping the too-drunk folks up to bed or somewhere they can clean up. Some people even are falling asleep on the couches on top of each other in warm piles like living laundry.
Prior to his own “getting too drunk to function”, Dan’s doing his rounds of helping people find a place to recline on the couch, coaxing them to drink water and, if necessary, helping them tie their hair back.
IX. Club Can’t Even Handle You (for the teens)
There’s no real way to keep the teenagers from finding out that there’s a big party going on without them, so Dan’s anticipated that there may need to be some bouncing. He’s enlisted some men from Gondor and some of the dwarves to keep youngsters out, and they go around making sure that anyone who looks too youthful has someone to vouch for them.
“You got ID?” Dan jokes to anyone getting dragged towards the door if he catches them, giving the bouncers encouragement to be gentle.
OTHER
Got some party ideas not covered in the top-levels above? Go wild!
What: It’s been a real long week and you know what Rivendell needs? A rager.
Where: Rivendell
When: The a few days into Rivendell.
Warnings: Content warnings for recreational alcohol and drug use, adults acting rowdy.
Note: I’d like to limit this log to characters who are adults, unless you’d like to do a thread of them being escorted away by a concerned grown-up (see the prompt for teens below).
Bonus note: This is supposed to be an open mingle post, but if you want Dan in particular, just let me know in your comment or somewhere OOCly!
Dan, as a guest in Rivendell, checks in with their hosts first and gets their blessing to have a "little soirée" in the Hall of Fire, adjacent to the water. Rather than going on the network, where he might leave some of the teens feeling excluded, Dan makes the effort to go to each other adult in the squad and several adults staying in Rivendell and invite them personally. He frames it as a night for people to relax with some drink, games, music, and cultural exchange, and most of all, a night of no judgments so long as everyone’s having a good time. And then he gets hustling.
When the sun goes down, the party starts. Dan’s been furiously busy networking, begging favors, scrapping together materials and coordinating, all in preparation for a moment of pressure release for the squad that he hopes will lift spirits and pacify any troubled waters. He’s cobbled together a crew of musicians from various backgrounds, and they’ve been spending the morning rehearsing together for some energetic background music. The cooks have provided tasty, fatty snacks and several tuns of beer and wine of various quality. Dwarves, elves and men are milling around on foot or at tables where card games are being played for friendly stakes, and in spite of being hobbled by his injury, Dan’s flitting around greeting everybody, memorizing everyone’s names, and making sure that they’re comfortable as they leave the makeshift coat check.
Once there are enough people mingling and filtering in, Dan climbs up on the table, crutch and all, and pulls out an oliphant tusk horn and blows into it, commanding the attention of the room.
“Welcome!” Dan does his best to shout, which still requires the musicians in the corner to settle down, as Dan’s voice can hardly rise above speaking level. “I’ll make this brief, since I’m certain that y’all have plenty of fun to be had and folks to meet without me yammering. Some of us have just got here by the skin of our teeth a few days ago. Some of us been here a while, twisting ourselves into knots over the horrors of war and destruction. All of us deserve a chance to breathe.
“Before we all get too excited, I want everyone to take a moment to consider how kind it is of the people of Rivendell to lend us this space tonight, and to remind folks to take care of it while having fun. I’ll be helping with cleanup in the morning, so do me a favor and make it easy on me.” Dan gestures to his injured leg, playing up the woeful wounded doe look. “And look to your right, look to your left – your wish for tonight is that the folks next to you have as nice a time tonight as you do.”
He raises a goblet of wine, then takes a deep drink. “Alright, as you were! I want this roof raised by sunrise!”
I. Time to Lick Shots
One of Dan’s many go-to professions when he needs to make some quick cash is bartending, and as he spent yesterday familiarizing himself (perhaps too much) with the different offerings in Rivendell – elven wine and cider, dwarf beer and brandy, Gondorian ale, arak from Agrabah – he feels confident combining and serving to anyone who wants something more complex than a straight pint. It also gives him a chance to sit down and take some weight off his injured leg.
“What’ll it be?” Dan grins at any person who approaches his work station, if they catch him at his rotation after he brings a beer down to Crowley. “The arak’s got a high enough proof to rip the roof of your mouth off, just so you know.”
The bar is long and busy, and people can sit and chat with the people next to them, buy each other drinks, make stupid dares, and anything else that comes to mind.
II. Can’t Read My, Can’t Read My, No You Can’t Read My Poker Face
One of Dan’s other favorite go-to professions in the real world is dealing cards, and getting to know the different sorts of decks and games in this world has been a nice way to pass the time while he’s been off his feet. For the sake of simplicity, he’s restricted his actual dealing to poker and blackjack, as he knows some members of the squad may appreciate the familiarity, but he’s learned and is on his way to mastering everything else put in front of him.
“Want me to deal you in?” he asks to anyone who sits at his table, satisfied that every table in the room is hopping with lively, convivial games. “We can make it strip poker, if you want.”
Come join him, or join any of the many tables throwing down spice packets as their stakes in games of poker, Egyptian Rat Screw, mahjong, gin and more, and feel free to enjoy some of the pipeweed and hashish being passed around.
III. Get Rich Hittin’ the Pole
It’s not a stripper party until the stripper gets a pole, and Dan’s arranged for a tentpole to be set up in the room for people to swing on and play at. For the first part of the night, it’s just a curiosity – people take a single swing on it, or come and poke at it as if they’re afraid it’ll fall over.
But once the liquor gets flowing…
IV. You and Me and These Empty Cups
In short time, the concept of “beer pong” is introduced to the people of Middle Earth, and soon after that someone’s procured a bunch of goblets and set them up to start playing as teams. At this point, several of the people who came to the party early are somewhat impaired, and people are frequently tapping out and dragging members of the squad in to replace them. You can’t let the team down, can you?
V. You Better Karaoke
Dan’s a fantastic piano player, which means he’s an extremely mediocre clavichord player. That does not, however, stop him from blowing the Gondorian horn again to announce that he’s about to play an absolutely wretched version of Fiona Apple’s “Criminal”, backed up by some of the musicians he coaxed into providing the entertainment tonight. His voice sounds like a garage door in need of WD-40, and there’s truly no way to make a clavichord sound gentle, even backed by elves at the harp and flute and a Gondorian playing some sort of bongo. If Dan weren’t so clearly enjoying himself and so clearly in on the joke, it would be annoying, but most of the people in the crowd find the lack of self-consciousness and shame to be freeing.
“Taking requests! I know most songs and I sound better playing than singing!” Dan announces. “So if you want to spare your ears, you better line on up and take the mic!”
VI. Let’s Get a Little Wet
There’s a natural pool of more still water near the steps adjacent to the room, and at some point, one of the elves picks up another and tosses him in, starting a rush into the water. People splash each other, swim around, kick off their boots, and peel off their nice clothes to enjoy themselves. Several people slide down the fountains, whooping.
Dan’s coordinated with one of the Gondorians to check and make sure no one’s jumping into the river with too much liquor in their system, and everyone gets a very stern talking-to about not polluting their hosts’ water, but other than that, bombs away.
VII. SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS!
“Who wants to see me shoot an apple off this guy’s head?” Dan shouts, at least, as close as his quiet, awful voice comes to shouting. A gaggle of elves and men have gathered around him, a combination of awed and nervous; one young man, clearly trying to prove something about his mettle to his fellows, has an apple precariously balanced on top of his head about thirty yards away. Dan’s got his longbow with an arrow nocked, and he pulls the drawstring, eyes narrowed as he fixes on the target.
“How much have you had?” someone in the crowd asks Dan, to which he yells back “six shots and two beers—I could build a house after six shots and two beers. This is perfectly safe. Count me down.”
“I’m not scared at all,” the guy with the apple says, but visible tenses as the crowd shouts down three, two, one. The arrow zips through the air and splits the apple. The crowd cheers and some money exchanges hands.
“Alright, what’s the money on me doing that left-handed?” Dan asks, taking another shot of arak and tossing another apple to a volunteer.
VIII. I’ve Had a Little Bit Too Much
Of course, sometimes a little bit of fun can turn into too much fun, and any party planner has prepared for the eventuality that people may need places to recuperate and lounge on couches, and in the spirit of community, some of the more sober folks are helping the too-drunk folks up to bed or somewhere they can clean up. Some people even are falling asleep on the couches on top of each other in warm piles like living laundry.
Prior to his own “getting too drunk to function”, Dan’s doing his rounds of helping people find a place to recline on the couch, coaxing them to drink water and, if necessary, helping them tie their hair back.
IX. Club Can’t Even Handle You (for the teens)
There’s no real way to keep the teenagers from finding out that there’s a big party going on without them, so Dan’s anticipated that there may need to be some bouncing. He’s enlisted some men from Gondor and some of the dwarves to keep youngsters out, and they go around making sure that anyone who looks too youthful has someone to vouch for them.
“You got ID?” Dan jokes to anyone getting dragged towards the door if he catches them, giving the bouncers encouragement to be gentle.
OTHER
Got some party ideas not covered in the top-levels above? Go wild!
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(Because Dad would've killed him, that's why.)
Dean lost the jacket a while ago, so now he's in his cropped t-shirt and jeans (he has washed them since they got to Rivendell, don't worry). He's also lost the performative swagger he usually moves with. Instead, he holds himself on the balls of his feet with a grace he usually stomp out, literally. His smile is wide and genuine and he's soaking up Dan's attention like a flower to the Sun.
Dan can see Dean's cheeks have gotten red since he started watching Dan dance and he can't seem to stop shifting in excitement.
"Alright," he rubs his hands together. There's a few Elves who are watching with various kinds of interest. "Hold onto your panties," he makes eye contact with one of the women and winks. She laughs and blushes.
Now he waits for instruction.
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"Alright, two main things. Everything's easier to hold up if the place you're supporting it from is directly underneath you, so this-" Dan hoists himself up and flips upside down again, torso parallel along the pole- "-is easier than this."
Dan holds himself out perpendicular to the pole for all of half a second before his strength gives and he has to put his feet down. He wonders if Dean would be holding interest in this if it weren't a mixture of performance and strength. It's hard to dismiss a stripper as being not man enough when they can lift their legs over their head.
"The other thing to know is that unless you're showing off your chest or the family jewels, you want your audience to be looking at you side-on. That way they can see the curve of your ass." Dan body-rolls against the pole again, this time juking his hips a little against it, to demonstrate. "I reckon eighty percent of stripping is spinal flexibility."
He pulls Dean in close to him so he can adjust Dean's shoulders and talk right to him. "You always want at least one person you think has fat pockets on your radar. That's your mark, same as any other con. Remember, getting someone to give you money is always work. It ain't just looking gorgeous."
He gestures with his chin towards the woman Dean just flirted with.
"Let's pretend that's your mark."
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He sticks out his ass, bats his eyelashes, and asks "Do I look like Paris Hilton?" before laughing it off and tuning back into what Dan's saying.
He nods. He's run enough cons that the framework he's being given makes him feel a little more comfortable.
He, once again, meets the Elf's eyes and gives her a charming grin.
"Easy enough."
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He glances over at the elf and is well aware that she's wondering what it would be like to be in a sandwich between Dean and Dan.
"Alright, if you're a passive stripper, you don't eat. If you ain't making eye contact with someone as you dance, you're wasting your time." He can tell that Dean's more comfortable thinking of it as a scam. "Your goal is to trick them into thinking that they're going to buy anything more than your dancing if they give you enough cash. You want her to think she can take you home if she just seduces you back with her wallet.."
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He lets Dan's hand guide how he moves his body. He kind of there was a mirror, if only he could see whether this actually does anything for his ass. It must, 'cause Dan's a professional, but it'd still be nice to see.
He keeps his eyes on the Elf like Dan instructs. "Keep looking at me like that 'n she won't have to take me anywhere," he jokes, winking conspiratorially so she knows they're talking about her.
This isn't any worse than some of the shit Dean's done for money over the years, and it's a hell of a lot more fun. His tipsy brain thinks a shame that he won't be waking up from this fever dream 'cause he wouldn't mind trying it out for real.
[cw: discussing sex and stuff]
"Alright, don't let this get too in your head or nothing, but the reason folks like a pole in a strip club is because the shape and width of it makes them think of a big dick. No point in beating around the bush about it."
Dan snorts at his own innuendo, then holds the pole and leans back, with his knees to either side of it. He bucks his hips.
"If you're going to seduce her, you want her to look at half the poses you strike and think of that pole as the dick she wants to see if she gets you home and out of those pants. Either ride it like it's part of you, or pantomime what she wants to do to you."
Re: [cw: discussing sex and stuff]
But he's watched enough movies, porn, and music videos to know what Dan's talking about. Plus, he's not unfamiliar with the art of silent seduction. He's picked up several girls with nothing but significant eye contact while hustling pool.
He's not sure what 'don't let this get too in your head' means, because he's pretty sure he's supposed to be in his head (if you know what he means), and he's just tipsy enough to not get caught up on the potential implications of him, a dude, grinding on a phallic pole.
So Dean glances at Dan, back at the girl, and lets his body roll against he pole a couple of times.
It takes a second for him to find the rhythm, but he feels pretty good about it once he does. He may not be Dan-level of professional skill, but he's got a decent mix of strength and dexterity that allows him to move with grace.
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And then Dan leaves Dean to his own devices for a moment as he moves through the small crowd and does some chit-chat, subtly guiding people's focus to Dean, which is sometimes just being aware enough to position himself in a way that the person talking to him catches Dean in their periphery and slowly diverts their attention. Dan keeps at this for a few minutes, and by the time he circles back to Dean, there's a gaggle of people all watching Dean grind on that pole.
If only throwing cash around were a thing, here. He and Dean could be making decent money.