s h o w t i m e

i believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is fuck you.

[milesogden]

afia-nkore:

“I’ll take whatever you’re making. I’m not fussy when it comes to my alcohol. That is, is long as you don’t roofie it.”

was that supposed to be a joke? miles could understand being cautious, wary of allowing a stranger to mix a drink, but joking about something like that, well----certainly wasn’t his kind of humor. “right.” he said shortly, forgoing the liquor and mixers in favor of grabbing her a beer, the cap still screwed on tightly. handing her a bottle opener, he added, “beer, then. still sealed. enjoy.”

[milesogden]

anita--fong:

“How strong is strong?” Anita inquired. She sighed; she doubted that she was going to find this Zabini kid anytime soon anyway.  “I mean –” she paused to think about this: she wasn’t really a drinker, but she didn’t have much to lose anyway. “– fine. I’ll have… whatever.”

whatever wasn’t a very helpful descriptor, and miles wasn’t in the business of getting people drunk----well, technically, as an ogden, he was. but he wasn’t in the business of getting seemingly angry people wasted, and so he mixed her a simple margarita. “enjoy.” pushing it towards her, he asked, “so if you didn’t want to be here, how’d you end up on the yacht?”

[milesogden]

jeonharu:

sometimes she wished for a normal life. she wanted to be a normal girl with normal parents and go to a normal school have a normal boyfriend like him – but she was sure she wouldn’t see that in this lifetime. still haru found herself reaching for him as he let go of her. her fingers curled around his, squeezing gently before she took the drink into her hands. “i’ll try it if you stop being mad at me.” her eyes met his before she nodded to the seat next to her. fully expecting him to take it, haru lifted the straw to her lips and took a small sip. “you really are an ogden, hm.”

miles sighed, brows furrowed at haru’s unexpected sweetness. it wasn’t that she wasn’t capable of it, he knew that, he just wasn’t expecting it tonight.he knew, logically, that he was being unreasonable, but brent nott, the arranged fiance living across the globe was abstract, and he could deal with that----he could ignore it. brent nott, live and in person and in his space, was another thing entirely. “i’m not mad.” he insisted, making his own drink before taking a seat, “it just.... it is what it is, ru.”

[milesogden]

jeonharu:

“can’t you just act like normal. he’s not here.” she shifted uncomfortably on her chair, frowning down at the pretty drink he’d poured for her. the night had an annoying start and she hadn’t quite shook her disappointment in brent just yet. with a sigh she nudged the glass back to him and in an uncharacteristically small voice she asked, “show me how?” it wasn’t like she didn’t know how just that she wanted him to do something other than avoid her.

haru wasn’t dumb; she didn’t need anyone to show her how to do something as simple as stir a drink. but he had a hard time saying no to her, especially when she sounded and looked like that, so he cleared his throat, taking one of her hands in his own and resting them against the glass; the other directing her hand up to her straw to stir the drink. afterwards, mixed to an almost cheery lime green, he let his thumbs drift over her knuckles. “you still have to try it.” he said softly, letting go and leaning back to clear his head.

[milesogden]

parkkit:

“Hmm,” Kit pondered the question, leaning against the counter. “How about you surprise me? But try not to make it something that will give me too bad of a headache in the morning, yeah?” He wanted to make the most out of the first weekend in Dubai, and nursing a hangover would put a damper on that. 

“can do, kit.” miles said with a grin, “though you might want to stick with beer or something lighter-----virgin, even----if that’s the case.” still, he made him a quick and easy drink, going light on the liquor, “tequila sunrise. classic.” placing it in front of his friend, he asked, “what do you think so far? of maladh?”

[milesogden]

celiabxnes:

“Mediocre martinis are such a waste.” Celia imitated in a pinched voice, like the voice of one of her wine aunts. She hopped onto one of the stools situated beside the bar. “Surprise me, bartender. One condition, must have a fair amount of Bailey’s. You know, honestly, a chocolate milkshake with Bailey’s poured in? Coffee with Bailey’s? Anything. I’m here for it.”

“seems like this boat has got plenty of liquor to spare, though,” miles pointed out, shaking his head, “bailey’s is a bit, uh, out of season wouldn’t you say? but to each their own.” he laughed, shaking his head, “a milkshake might be a tall order, but uh,” he rummaged around, ducking underneath the bar for a moment and opening the various coolers and freezers, before popping back up, “i did find some ice cream? your lucky day.”

[milesogden]

luweaslcy:

she was always looking for a new flavour. if lucy had something that made her weak; it was alcohol. it was her kryptonite, so lucy was always on the lookout for something new and adventurous, so when he asked, she simply shrugged and grinned. “maybe you could surprise me. whipping up something randomly always has spontaneous results. so surprise me, not-much-of-a-bartender.” 

miles raised an eyebrow, “asking for a surprise mixed drink---famous last words, not-much-of-a-patron.” he shot back, quickly grabbing a shot glass and pouring near equal parts vodka, lime juice, and grenadine into a shot glass, before topping it off with rum and using the tip of his wand to set it aflame. “satisfied?”

[milesogden]

anita--fong:

Anita choked back a laugh, clearly in the last place she was trying to be – but sure, she’ll humor him. “Something… to get me out of here. Don’t need fucking bartending skills to do that, hmm?”

“uh----figuratively or literally?” miles asked, “i can whip up something strong, but if you want to get off this boat, maybe ask the zabini kid for a portkey?”

[milesogden]

jeonharu:

“surprise me.” she tapped her nails against the bar top before busying herself with her reflection off her phone screen. glancing at him once– twice as she made sure that every hair was as perfect as it could get with the ocean wind. “maybe something sweet…with rum?”

miles didn’t know whether to smile or grimace, “rum----something tropical, maybe?” he avoided her eyes, focused on the glass in front of him as he poured a few liquors and some mixers into it, the end result a striking blue mixture on the bottom of the glass with a yellow one on top. “hope you like coconut. you mix it first, but uh, you know----presentation.” he pushed it towards her, glancing out towards the party. “you come here with nott? does he need a drink, too?”

[milesogden]

miles searched for a drink, quickly finding an unmanned bar and opting to make his own. he’d just finished mixing it up when someone else approached, looking at him expectantly. “i’m not much of a bartender,” patently false, “but i’ll do my best. what’ll you have?”

[milesogden]

vegasxxrenee:

Okay, so Vegas hadn’t had that much to drink, honestly. Besides, it wasn’t as if the girl had never drank any alcohol before in her life – she lived in Montreal! They’re all French-Canadian! They practically bleed wine. However, Vegas’ alcohol tolerance wasn’t exactly the greatest, and she had come across some rather excited and enabling friends along the way, and soon she found herself wandering the boat having lost her shoes and her way. 

“Oh – why did this boat have to be so big?”

miles had decided to keep to the background, tonight; sipping slowly on a drink in order to keep himself sober (because he had people he wanted to watch out for, even if they didn’t know it), and observe. he wanted to think everyone would be able to get along, but this many people in a new space, all jockeying for position? they were lucky there were nets attached to the boat because he was sure some ass would be tossed overboard by the end of the night.

a familiar blonde appear, swaying along----without her shoes?----and mile coughed into his hand to hide his smile. “veg,” he waved her over. the kâtanohk group was pretty close knit, and although he was by no means the nicest of the bunch, he wasn’t going to let her drunkenly stumble about the rest of the night. “you all right? y’know you lost your shoes?”