[It turns out Steph actually blends in pretty well, as the next person to approach the bar stands out in a way beyond just wearing jeans. The man is 6'3, dressed in clothes all torn at ends, and barefoot. The horns on his head might resemble the theater's manager, but the messy hair and missing teeth make it clear they're not the same person.]
Barkeep! I demand your craftiest IPA!
[As if suddenly realizing there's other people here, Loki turns to grin at Stephanie.]
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Barkeep! I demand your craftiest IPA!
[As if suddenly realizing there's other people here, Loki turns to grin at Stephanie.]
Twelfth Night's just the best, yeah?