2019-11-29 - Bar Trivia - Turkey Edition

Behind the bar is a nearly clean shaven Easton, his beard down to stubble. He is dressed as ever when behind the bar in a black dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He chats loudly with customers, his voice booming as if he were the one with the mic, thankfully for all your ears, he is not. But he will be here all night groaning at Iggys jokes, pouring beers and making fun of terrible drunk preferences.

Really Bill a Miller Light? Why do you hate yourself?

Scorekeeper Finch is sitting at the bar near Ignacio, drinking a soda because she's not big on booze. She looks different to anyone who may know her or have seen her before. Her hair is no longer a neon shade of anything. It's just brown. She's in denim overalls and a dark green, long-sleeved sweater with combat boots, her jacket slung over another stool. She has a sharpie set to mark which table gets the right answers on the back of the question cards.

Devlin enters the bar, pausing at the door to both hold it open and allow Morrigan in first. "Well, this should be a nice change from studying. More to learn about diving than I realized." He follows her in, "So any area you would prefer to sit?"

Morrigan gives a soft smile when Devlin holds the door, "Thank you." she tells him as she enters. "And I don't mind where we sit. You pick. I'm no good at trivia." she tells him with a chuckle. "So hopefully there's not going to be any booing." she whispers to him.

Lyric had heard about the trivia, but she'd also heard about the whole appetizers thing too. Dinner was a good idea and appetizers for dinner was even better! Once inside, she meanders through the tables to the bar near where one of the bartenders is standing. "Hi," she looks contemplative. "I think I'll take nachos and a coconut rum with pineapple juice." Because those totally went together.

Tobin is sitting up at the bar. Ignacio'd reminded him that it was trivia night, and so he'd decided to drop by. There were no more boat tours now that November had rolled around, so save for special events he was, effectively, unemployed and left to his own devices, and so Trivia Night it is. He has a Blue Moon in front of him, which he takes a swig of.

Jacob saunters in, clad in a simple dark t-shirt and jeans. A little yawn as he breaches the threshold to the bar, but then he walks over to the bar, sitting down on a stool. He doesn't immediately recognize Easton from their brief meeting a few days prior, but when he does, he offers a polite smile and wave. "Hey, can I get a.. you know, anything that isn't whiskey. Your favorite?"

Ignacio takes his slow limp back over to the bar in the meandering stroll that is Iggy-Speeds and rejoins Finch and Tobin. He taps the mic over by the bar there and announces, "When people settle in I'll get us going. The rules are easy, the prizes are fun, and the points don't matter. Knowing more than other people? That's important or how can you look smug later? " He unfolds the sheet and takes a look at the cards in his hand. "Okay, tonight we got questions with answers attached. You can tell my sister helped me with this. Ully's visitin family right now, but he sends his best, We'll face time with him later to harass his punk ass." It's said with love though. Looking to finch he snatches a tater tot and smooches her cheek, "Warlord rules." because if you declare warlord before you snatch a snack it doesn't count, right? God he's so 12 sometimes.

Devlin nods to Morrigan and guides to a table that hopefully has a good spot to see and hear things for the contest. "Hopefully this will work. Don't worry about the booing, all part and parcel for these kind of things." He chuckles, "You should hear how much creative cussing deployed soldiers make when they get the answers wrong."

Arriving on her own, Nicole seems comfortable enough, dressed in a long sleeved, peacock green maxi dress, brown leather boots. She also sports a jacket of black filled with down, but she takes that off as she enters. Looking around, she smiles and waves, mouthing, 'hi' to those she knows, like Lyric. A glance around shows she isn't overly familiar with anyone else currently. She looks for an empty table to sit at. She's here to play, but she has no confidence in herself where trivia is concerned, so does not want to ruin the night of the more serious players. She waits for a server to come by and, like Lyric, chooses appetizers for dinner. "Corona and nachos," she orders. Easy food to eat without too much focus.

Finch snorts at Ignacio's tot theft but seems to let it rest. "Next one will cost you." She pops one in her own mouth and chews placidly while he gets things started.

August is seated next to Finch, a black and tan and another basket of tater tots on the bar between them. Ignacio can steal from the other basket all he wants; this one is August's, which only Finch gets to take from. He's in a slim-fit, dark red, cable knit sweater, pale denim jeans, and brown suede boots. "Careful," he warns Ignacio.

Lilith doesn't come out a lot to social events, but she has a couple different reasons for being here. In fact, she seems delighted and surprised to see Tobin seated at the bar, so she figures, hey, now she has three reasons. Crossing the floor, she pats a brief hand at Jacob's back in gesture when she passes with a 'hey there doc', then keeps going to tug a stool right up on Tobin's personal bubble while pointing at his beer for the bartender to reference, "One of those with an orange wedge, please, thanks. Just when you get a moment."

After checking her phone and sliding it in her gray cardigan pocket that's wrapped around her black knee-skirt and snowy lace-trimmed camisole, Lilith settles in, crosses one leg over the other, then pecks Tobin on the cheek with fondness once her handbag is settled too, "What's new, pussycat? Ready to kick some ass? Also is Easton here tonight too, have you seen? Busy in here, but I brought something for him."

Easton considers Jacob's request as if it were the hardest puzzle he's ever solved. "But... whiskey is my favorite?" He grins and pours the man a local red ale from a micro brewery. It's dark and lovely and most importantly not another damn IPA.

He likewise serves the fruity cocktails and other drinks around with polite grins.

Finally actually recognizing Finch as the same score keeper from the previous nights Easton catches her eye and makes a mock toss of hair at his own shoulders and mouths Nice. It's hard to actually have a conversation across the bar, but that will suffice for now.

Easton floats behind the other bartender and watches him drop an orange in Lilith's beer. He looks at drink and then back up at Lilith, he just shakes his head silently. Disappointed.

"I mean, most military groups can create colorful language when they get upset." Morrigan chuckles to Devlin as she takes a seat. She then gives him a smile, "I should thank you for inviting me out." she admits. "And I'm sure it'll be fun to watch trivia." she nods to that.

Tobin grins over at Lilith as she joins him at the bar, "Hey sugarplum. Didn't know you were coming?" He loops one arm around her to give her a friendly, warm hug before he lifts his beer in her direction. "Easton's right.." he starts to say, and there he is, shaking his head in disappointment. ".. there, and apparently disappointed in our choice of beverage this evening." He can't help but chuckle a little, and lifts his beer in Easton's direction in greeting as well.

Jacob waves politely at Lilith as she passses by him. "'lo." Seeing patients outside of a more professional context is always a bit awkward, but in a small town like Gray Harbor, it's somewhat unavoidable. He's new to this whole GP business anyways. Maybe this whole awkwardness thing is a phase. He keeps one eye on the woman until she seats herself, and then returns his attention to the bartender.

The doctor grunts softly. "Mine too, but I overdid it over Thanksgiving so.. yeah. Ah, that'll do. Thanks." He accepts the ale from Easton, taking a long, slow sip from it, his gaze travelling across the room.

"Hi Nicole," Lyric greets her in a friendly voice. The drink is delivered and she takes it in hand still waiting for the nachos. Both are paid for though and she even gives a tip to whoever the bartender is. More if it's Easton. Just cause she knows him. "Are you gonna play trivia?"

Finch gives Easton an amused look at his 'hair toss' and mouths, 'thanks' back at the bartender. She plucks a choice tot from August's basket as well to pop into her maw. She swallows it down and nudges Roen with her shoulder. "At least this time the right answers should be on the card backs. Ully was so close to an ass-whoopin last time. "

Ignacio flips through the cars to find where he wants to start. That lopsided grin Finch with amusement. "Oh. I know. I'm counting on it." He looks back to Tobin and gives Lilith a wave as she moves over. If Finch lights him up he's not likely to stop her. "That's true." on the topic of Ully fucking up the last round of cards. He takes a sip of his Cuervo and watches everyone get their drinks and settle in. "So I want to say thank you for showing up on behalf of Two if By Sea, this fine as s wait staff you should be tipping, and your host, Ignacio de Santos...is me. So your table has a buzzer. Ding the buzzer and we'll go around. If the first ding gets it wrong we'll go to number two. We got a few prizes tonight sponsored by local business. Remember to love your local brick and mortar stores as we move into December: Land of 80,000 holidays and family obligations we don't want to be beholden to...but oblige anyways."

"You say that like he didn't do it on purpose," August murmurs to Finch around a drink of his beer. He chases it with a sidelong glance and a bob of his eyebrows. He smiles and nods a greeting to Lilith and Lyric, leans back against the bar. It's been a hell of a couple of weeks, so it's nice to engage in some low-key social activity for a change. (And if it doesn't stay low key he's going to be so pissed off.)

Her table close enough to the bar to hear Lyric's greeting, Nicole smiles. "How ya doin', Lyric? Yeah, I'm gonna try anyway. I'm not that great at it, but thought I could use the fun tonight. You?" Her corona is delivered and she takes a moment to squeeze in the lime then plp the rest of it into the bottle, using her pink finger to push it down when it seems to get a little stuck.

Abby peeks in, checking her phone before venturing further inside, smiling already as she starts to scan the faces around. She's wearing a denim jacket over a plaid shirt dress, red and white, black leggings and sneakers. There's also a very colorful scarf. She meanders through, and eventually moves over in Nicole and Lyric's direction, offering the two a brighter smile and a small wave. "Hey! Are you here for the trivia, too?"

Devlin orders nachos. wings and a boilermaker.. Lager and an Irish. He looks over to Morrigan, "What would you like?" there is a bit of a smile in both expression and tone. "May as well enjoy the fun."

"I wasn't really planning to, but I was going to come by anyway some point soon for Easton so he didn't have to find time to drop by the shop. Then I saw it was trivia night while looking up the number for here to call and see if he was around, then figured, you know what? Sure, I can be social and play bar Jeopardy, why not. Byron's working or something and I'm not allowed to start decorating his place quite fully until he's present because we're doing it together. Mostly, though... I think he just wants to inspect the ornaments and things I went out to buy to make sure they're up to par for his fancy living room. He knows once one is up he finds tacky, I'm already attached on principle, think he's trying to nip it in the bud before it happens. Probably going through things now." Lilith just kind of spills to Tobin in a bubble of good nature during and after the hug, despite her dry tone and click of tongue. After a beat, she's waving to August with delay while conversation goes with nearby company.

Then after noting who she was after with inquiry is right there judging her beer decisions, she looks, bats lashes twice, then drinks with no shame before informing Easton, "It makes wheat beer taste like Fruit Loops so why would I not? Tssst." Then she goes to nudging on Tobin as if it's time to back her up on the obvious before she waves over at Ignacio and catches Nicole with an upnod too, "Gosh, I wonder how many people I know are actually smart and good at this. I'm not sure if I am or not, despite knowing a lot of random junk."

Morrigan gives Devlin a smile, "I'm thinking wings and fries. Probably a coke." she tells him. "Not too much drinking. Sadly work could come up way too early." she gives a smile. "And yeah, but I think I'm going to enjoy the fun by watching." she muses.

Smiling up at Abby, Nicole says, "I sure am!" She pushes one of the other chairs at the table out with her foot and says, "wanna be on my totally gonna lose team? You are more than welcome to. If that's how it works here... do we do teams?" Spotting the wave from Lilith, Nicole's hand rises up and she waves back with a bright smile. "Merry trivia-ing, Lilith!"

Tobin grins over at Lilith and shakes his head a little bit as she describes Byron's exacting ornament taste, "Well if you have any tacky ones that you love that he banishes from the tree, you can always come over to my place and hang them up there." He gives her a little nudge in return. Then he says to her, "I don't think it matters if we're really good or not at it. It's all in good fun."

Rhys strolls in, not at his most eye-catching in dark jeans and a cheerfully blue plaid shirt mostly-covered by a buttoned dark-green cardigan, and glances around the place as he walks. Looks like mostly people he vaguely knows at best. The ones he spots from high school -- which is a fair number, actually, even if they were mostly a little behind or a fair bit ahead -- get quick smiles of recognition and vague greeting as he makes his way toward the bar. "Hey," he greets when he catches Easton or the other bartender's attention, "can I get a Fremont Dark Star, if you've got it? And some wings and mozzarella sticks." A pause, glancing at all the baskets along the bar. "And tater tots." Look, they look good.

Finch settles in to prepare to mark the tables on the cards and put them in piles to add up for prizes. "Ully is SO lucky I don't work in the shop," she notes to August. Because the moment he pulled any of that stupid shit on her, his hair would be on fire. This is why she does the tree service.

Jacob blinks at the sudden announcement of trivia. It's not what he came here for (he came for drinking. It's a bar!), but why not? And if there's any medical questions, well, should be easy enough. He hops off of his stool by the bar and snags a buzzer from one of the unoccupied tables, setting it near his place at the bar before sitting back down. Surely nobody will yell at him for this grievous crime of Grand Theft Buzzer.

Devlin nods to Morrigan, and adds her wings, fries, and a coke to things. He chuckles some, "Well, I am going to enjoy. But also, not about to see how many sheets to the wind I can fly either. After all, I do have to study.. and hoping the Board doesn't toss out anything else for me."

Oh Lyric knows August! He gets a wave consisting of her hand up then bending her four fingers down a few times as well as sending a smile his way. As soon as she gets her nachos she offers a thanks before looking back at Nicole. "If I know any I may, but mostly I figure I'll listen." Seeing Abby, she grins, "Hi! Yeah I think so, do you mind if I sit with you, Nicole?" Figuring Abby would too. "Or are you expecting Joey?"

August raises his beer to Lyric and Lilith, has another sip. He laughs under his breath at Finch. "It's just his awkward twenty-something way of flirting," he says, dry. He cuts a glance at Finch to see how she likes them apples.

Abby shrugs at Nicole, but pulls up the offered chair and plops herself down with a little sigh and a small shrug. "Oh, I've no idea. Maybe it's... individual, each woman for herself, cutthroat stuff!" She glances around to see how the other tables are doing, while catching staff's attention for an order of wings and, after some hesitation, a Corona. She cheated by looking at Nicole's beer.

Devlin smiles, "Pays to have known some good troups. Night of the Radishes.."

"Oh God, that's what passes for flirting these days? Does he not realize Iggy's about as flirting observant as a cinderblock?" Finch murmurs to August with a smirk.

"Come on over!" Nicole calls to Lyric, waving with her hand to add a gesture to the verbal invite. "Join us! Nah, Joey's off doing whatever it is that Joey's do." She chuckles and shakes her head. "At the gym or something I think." When August waves to Lyric, Nicole takes the opportunity to offer him one as well. She doesn't really know the guy, but she's seen him around here and there a couple times. When Abby sits and orders, she smiles. "I thought about wings, but my god, I make too big a mess to eat those while trying to play something. I might take an order to go later though. How's work?" The first question is asked and... Nicole goes blank. "Noche de... Shit..." Her Spanish is only passing good.

Morrigan gives a look around while Devlin is ordering things and there's a nod to anyone she knows. Those eyes of hers flit back to Devlin when he's called on and she gives a look of disbelief when he gets the answer right, "Night of the Radishes? Really?" she asks him as she chuckles. "I guess it's not all that bad." she muses.

Jacob squints a little at Devlin's answer. Radishes? The whole 'night of' part was pretty obvious to him, but.. how often does the topic of radishes even come up, anyways?

"Sounds like a plan. I only bought a 'few' questionable because they were cute or funny, but I might have gone overboard in general. I don't... do this, generally, or haven't save for the times at your house when we were little things playing decorator for Santa." Lilith tells Tobin as she settles up with a nod at his encouraging, exhaling a puff at the just-for-fun reminder before her lips slant with a lopsided grin and side-eye his way, "Right. Fun. No setting anyone on fire or stabbing them in the parking lot when I lose."

She's kind of late with the buzzer for the first round because she's getting out a box with a folded receipt contract taped to it for pushing onto the bar Easton's way when he has a moment to grab it. But after hearing the answer, she murmurs, "... I was not going to say that, glad I suck at buzzer."

Lyric collects her drink and nachos and comes on over to have a seat. "Prolly he's at the Gym, that's what Joey's do best." There's a grin with the words though and slips into the seat. After Devlin gives his answer she grins at the other two. "I would have guessed nachos not radishes. Just cause the word Noche." It sounds like nachos, okay? "The wings here are so good, really good."

Radishes? Huh. Rhys's Spanish has failed him on the fruits and vegetables front, as is clear enough by the lifted brows at the answer. "And now I'm gonna have to look up why people decided to celebrate radishes," he remarks to no one in particular, starting to gather up his order as it arrives. Okay. He probably should've counted his arms before making his choices. It takes a little doing.

Devlin laughs over at his table and grins at Morrigan as he nods. He then stands up to help the waitress with getting their order on the table. "There we go.." the mirth still in his voice.

Morrigan makes a little motion with her hands after Devlin whispers something to her, looks like she's mimicking carving a pumpkin, just tinier. And she's laughing. "Thank you." she tells the waitress and Devlin when food arrives. "So you got any more interesting stories?" she asks him.

Abby frowns slightly at the answer, then looks to Nicole and Lyric at her table. "I knew noche, but my Spanish hasn't really gone into radishes. It's just hello, how are you, where does it hurt? No one ever says their radishes hurt," she admits with a sigh, then breaks into a wider smile. "Oh, as long as I can hit the buzzer without using my greasy fingers. I know, I need a designated buzzer napkin," she decides, and sets one out just for that. Her fingers are still clean.

August shrugs helplessly at Finch. "He's gotta learn somehow. Trying on someone who's oblivious is as good a target dummy as any, right?" A nod and a small wave of hello to Nicole, another person from the Murray House. Well, now he can consider her a person from Bar Trivia. Fuck the Murray House, it doesn't get the honorable position of 'ways I met people'.

"I mean, preferably not, but you do you," Tobin tells Lilith when she brings up no stabbing or lighting people on fire in the parking lot. "Just let me get a bit of a head start first, alright? I don't want to be in the blast radius of the conflagration." He lifts his beer and takes a swig. He leans over toward Lilith and whispers something in her ear.

Rhys has too many things and no table. This is not entirely ideal. Buuuut there's a table nice and close to the bar and he's pretty sure he recognizes one of the people at it. So he takes the few steps necessary to said table and flashes a bright, friendly grin at Nicole et al. "Hey. Mind if I join you guys? I promise I'm probably not worse at trivia than an empty chair. Probably."

Finch jots down the winning table on the radish card and sets it on the bartop to start that pile. She just gives Ignacio a wink when he looks at her. Another tater tot is popped into her mouth.

Devlin smiles to Morrigan, "Four tours.. lots of stories.." He drops the whiskey shot into the mug before taking a drink. "Funny think.. a lot of them are not exactly what one would call safe for work.. for many reasons.. but a few may be."

There's a twitch of Lilith's lips as she starts to answer with gut instinct, mouth opening, then she stops to drink her beer with a quick swig while leaning just so toward Tobin like a good luck charm. Smooth. But her smile grows and she seems to feel ready to blurt answer after swallowing her Blue-Moon thought-crutch, lifting it to salute position like this has to be right!

"Italy!"

"Lots and lots of stories then." Morrigan nods to that. "Well, just share the ones that are date safe." she muses to that. Then she blinks, "Or bar trivia safe. There we go." she chuckles to that as she takes a sip of her soda.

Lyric was seated with Nicole and Abby, she's crunching her nachos and sipping her drink of coconut rum and pineapple juice. As Rhys approaches, she grins and points to the fourth chair, it's available and there's plenty of table space for his food, which Lyric glances over with interest. "We don't mind." Answering for the others at the table too, because the question was up and she wasn't sure who was answering. As Lilith does, she smiles. "The boot. But that's a little creepy."

Nodding a few times, Nicole lifts her bottle of Corona and tips it towards Lyric before taking a sip. "You are correct. Joey does a lot of things best, really, but being at his gym and being a bad ass boxer are definitely a couple of those things." She smiles. "Oh, yes... It didn't even occur to me how similar they sound. Noche actually means night. I had no idea about radish though..." She laughs, shaking her head towards Abby. "Same." Waving her hand in that open invitation manner to Rhys, Nicole says, "feel free! Hi! I am Nicole, this is Lyric, and Abby," she says, introducing them, just in case they are not familiar.

Devlin rubs his chin, "Date safe.. oh.. you want to make it challenging.." perhaps teasing Morrigan. "And do you have any of your own in turn?" Hmm?

Abby raises a hand to wave at Rhys. "Hello. Oh, fine by me," she says, if only to confirm what her table mates have already said. Her beer and her wings arrive, and she wets her lips with a sip before reaching for a wing, starting to gnaw carefully on it while her brow knits at this question. "I wonder what kind of witch it is."

Morrigan gives a laugh, "The good thing to remember, I'm not going to freak out over stories. I know there have to be some crazy ones." she admits. "And I have a ton of stories. I can tell you about how Tony got caught in a net when we were doing a training dive. The guys started calling him Flipper." she shakes her head.

Rhys tugs the chair out with his foot, and settles into it with just enough care to avoid losing either beer or snacks to the table, though one tater tot does look like it's seriously considering making a break for it. When he half-drops the baskets the last couple inches to the table, it tries, and he has to move a hand fast to snag it before it hits. "Rhys," he replies to his tablemates, grin still in place, "and thanks. I think..." eyes narrow a moment, studying Nicole and then Lyric, "I might remember you two from high school. Nice to meet you all!"

He pops the tot in his mouth, settling the beer where it's unlikely to get knocked over, and noting Lyric's glance at his food, pushes the baskets a tiny bit closer toward the center of the table: still technically his, but sharing apparently invited. "I think if I were a witch, I'd be working on magically teleporting the gifts, skip the whole chimney thing. Avoid fires and sooty presents, plus probably save me a lot on time and long underwear. Gotta be cold flying up there in winter."

August smiles at Ignacio, the soul of perfect innocence. 'Me?' that smile asks. 'I would never.' His attention wanders around the room, taking in the people he recognizes versus the ones he doesn't. It's useful to know who's new in town, considering all the strange shit that goes on.

Finch jots down the table for the proper witch santa question and makes a second pile on the bar for that table. There's a sip of her soda before she signals Easton for a refill. Plain old coca cola please.

Jacob blinks at his buzzer actually working, for once. Amazing! "Germany, I'm pretty sure." He takes another sip of his ale before waiting for the answer to be confirmed. "Just a misshapen fruitcake, as far as I'm concerned, anyways."

"Creepy? The witch?" Nicole asks to Lyric. "I dunno. Not really any creepier than some jolly old fat man actually breaking into houses at night..." She grins then nods to Abby. "I might need to look it up when I get home, if I remember." Tilting her head, she watches as Rhys tugs out a chair to sit. "Really?" she asks. "What year were you?" Dark eyes squint as if trying to place his face somewhere in her memory. She does end up pointing at him though when he comments about the witch. "Right? Plus, what if there isn't a chimney? What if there's a fire, like you said. Gift up in flames, some poor kid crying! Horrible idea."

"I actually remembered that kind of, only because I did a google search for 'traditional Christmas' looking for design image ideas and went link diving with curiosity about other countries' traditions and so on. Wasn't so sure I was remembering right, buuuuuttt... gosh, you lucky charm!" Lilith says to Tobin quietly as an aside, her held up beer making a little 'hurrah' motion that almost sloshes it with the salute to Ignacio. After a triumphant little wiggle in her seat, she drinks the beer down so it can't slosh with more necessary salutes and haul ups, taking it to half-down, "Makes me less inclined to get burny-stabby, I guess. Good start."

Then noticing Easton is busy with the place so slammed, she reaches to take the box and receipt and stows it in her bag again for later while listening for the next question and buzzer.

"He's good at shot contests too. He beat a lot of us at the Pourhouse awhile back." A long while. Lyric tells Nicole. "I should learn Spanish or something. Rosetta Stone." With a grin she reaches for her drink and sips some down. "Radishes are good in salad, but I bet they'd be hard to carve, kinda. Since they are so small." As Rhys joins she considers him, "I moved around town so much during high school." Depending on Foster Care and whatever. "But maybe you look kinda familiar. How old are you?" She grins as he offers to share, "I was just curious what other kinds of food they had here. I like the nachos best, you're welcome to some." She also scoots hers within reach. Her drink stays in her hands. "I dunno, Abby. I don't know what kind of witch. We could look it up after trivia if you wanted?"

Tobin grins over at Lilith and says, "Good team work," clinking his beer against her raised one and taking a sip from it. Then he mocks relief, putting a hand to his heart. "Oh good, I was really hoping I wasn't going to have run home and hide in fear of you burning down the town all Firestarter." He gives her a little sidelong wink and then takes another swig from the bottle, listening to the next question and glancing over to see who buzzed in and what their answer was.

"And work is fine. Not as hectic as in the ER, so I've had some time to breathe," Abby adds with a smile in Nicole's direction, then tucks some strands of hair back behind her ears. "And my hair isn't as gross." Her fingers are lips are getting quite greasy, as she talks in between nibbling on wings, sometimes trying to reach for the buzzer, but she's clearly not fast enough, not with wings to deal with. "Oh, if anyone wants wings, I'm not eating all this. Well, I shouldn't, anyway."

Devlin takes a pull of his beer as he nods to Morrigan, "Flipper.. wasn't that some TV show?" He then hmms, "We had this one platoon leader that I swear slept like a rock.. and built like an ox. There was this one time I saw the guys in his platoon slip about ten big rocks into the guy's ruck.. " He holds up his mug, "Talking each one bigger than this mug.. And right before a 20 mile road march." He struggles not to laugh, "that El Tee didn't even think about his ruck being heavy.. did the 20 miles with the extra weight and when they dumped rucks to see who was cheating.. out they came. Everyone just lost it laughing, even the Cee Oh."

Jacob calls out again towards Ignacio after putting his drink back down. "If you're gonna butcher the names of things, by the way, your phone probably has a translate function. Could just kinda hold it up to the mic." The ginger man snickers at his own little heckling.

Hey! The only one who gets to heckle Iggy is her. Finch lobs at tater tot at Jacob from the bar.

"Loud in here, though he said 'gollum' for a moment, jeez, my brain. And don't. Don't. Still tooooo soon, damnit. Only I reserve the right for name dropping myself that way." Lilith tells Tobin with murmur and a sudden huff of laughter despite herself after their beers make tink together, "I swear, you boys all made me the biggest nerd on the sly. It's amazing the ridiculous nerd gems that come out of me when others don't expect it."

"Class of twenty-twelve," Rhys answers, "I think I was a freshman when you were a senior," a slight nod to Nicole, followed by one to Lyric with, "...and maybe vice versa? You look familiar, anyway." Reasonable chance he looks faintly familiar; there weren't ever that many short redheaded dudes in town. And James is a bunch older! He takes a sip of his beer, and opens his mouth to ask Abby something right about the time she hits that buzzer. She gets a thumbs up instead, and he picks up one of his mozzarella sticks to munch, having... totally missed what the question actually was. But still not actually worse than the empty chair.

"I can totally picture that," Nicole nods to Lyric. "I certainly wouldn't go against him in a drinking contest." Pause. "Most contests, really." She laughs then takes one of her nachos and shoves it in her mouth, doing a bit of people watching in between talking to her tablemates. "Good!" is exclaimed towards Abby after. "You were running ragged before. Deserve time to breathe. Glad you are." She smiles at her. "Sorry I haven't been in contact, been a.. well." Another chuckle. "A bit too busy to breathe often myself lately..." She looks up towards Abby's hair then and smiles. "It wasn't that bad." Looking to the offered wings, she smiles. "Thank you, but, I think I'll get an order to take out. Maybe drop some off with Joey." Grinning up at Ignacio then, she tips her Corona to him, then looks towards Abby again when her buzzer goes off. She looks surprised and says, "Whoah! Kiss wha... what? I have never heard of this place... Awesome job, Abby!" Then, Rhys grabs her attention. "Oh... Oh yeah! I remember you a bit. What are you up to these days?"

The doctor catches sight of the flying tater tot flinged at him just in time, and reaches out for it with a hand, just managing to catch it before it wings up in the chest. He grins back at Finch, and calls out towards her. "I'm gonna assume that was my prize for getting that question right." And then he pops it into his mouth, and says to himself, "Oh shit, these are good."

Jacob turns to one of the bartenders when they're free and orders a plate of tots for himself.

"Wow," August says as Jacob catches that tater tot and everything. "Not bad." Over his shoulder to Easton, he says, "He's earned at least one drink on Finch and me." Which really just means him, but you know, she threw the tater tot, so it's from both of them. "One," he clarifies, then turns back to Jacob and holds up his black and tan at him in a salute. 'Well played.'

Finch snorts but it's a snort of ackowledgement at Jacob's tot-snatching skills. "See Easton, we are doubly good for business, he just ordered a basket."

Morrigan gives a look to Devlin, "Flipper was a dolphin, yeah." she tells him. She listens to him tell the story and there's a laugh, "Talk about all the brawn." she whistles. "I bet he threatened to beat everyone with those rocks after." she muses.

"Got it!" Easton calls out as he busily moves between customers and looks at Finch dubiously, "Yea. You've single handedly saved my bar." He is always a little grouchy on trivia nights, and yet? He does keep doing them.

Abby has a wing in her mouth, but manages to hit the buzzer with her free, napkin-sheathed fingers. But she does have to finish the what's in her mouth, and lick her lips, and just barely hold back from licking her fingers. Her brow knits in a slight frown as she considers the question, the half-chewed wing swaying in her fingers as her head tilts to the side, squinting at Ignacio, "Okay! So, December 26th? Is it... Kwanzaa?" She smiles hopefully. Pretty sure, but not completely.

Devlin smirks trying not to laugh.. "nnnNNNoooo..." his voice almost squeaks there.. "The Cee Oh nicknamed him rock head.. it stuck.." and good thing he is not drinking as he starts laughing again

Jacob raises his red ale back at August, stupid self-satisfied grin on his face from that little exchange. Something about his glimmer makes him look a little closer - it's hard for Jacob to ignore people that shine quite so brightly, especially in the same way that he does. And he's been running into a few of those types lately.

The ginger doctor makes a mental note to approach him later, perhaps in a more discrete place, see if he knows what is up in terms of that kinda stuff. But for now, hey, his tater tots are here. And he shamelessly starts stuffing his face with them. "I haven't had these since high school.."

"Hey, I had nothing to do with making you a nerd. You came to me pre-nerded," Tobin says with a grin. "You just didn't realize it. All we did was give you more ammunition to work with." Then he asks, "Do you want to share some of those tater tots? They are really starting to look good." And his stomach is rumbling just a little bit. He orders some, whether Lilith agrees to share with him or not -- fully loaded, of course -- cheese, bacon, sour cream on the side.

"So, hey, if I put rocks in your backpack before we go running you should notice or there will be two running around with that nickname." Morrigan teases Devlin. "And I wouldn't do that." she points out quickly. "Don't need my oxygen lines loosened over silly jokes." she laughs.

"Nice," Rhys says to Abby, giving her another grin for her answer. "What're you doing that isn't in an ER now, and where?" and since Nicole asked, he adds in her direction, "I'm managing the Firefly, these days. Also a lot of these nights. 'bout you?" That seems to include Lyric as well, as the only one not explicitly asked yet, before he adds aside to Nicole again, "Tell Joey I say hi. And ate a tater tot on his behalf." Which he does, though whose behalf it's really on is arguable. "Bet my grandmother knows the answer to this one."

Once he recovers.. almost. "No.. I'd notice. " Devlin then starts eating some wings as he watched the game and chats with Morrigan, "And I'd never mess with someone's gear like that.. some things you do not do."

It's a fifty-fifty shot on this one, Tobin figures, as he looks somewhat baffled. "There's a lucky way to stir mincemeat?" Uh oh, he and Lilith might be in trouble. There might be burnination yet. But then he shrugs and says, "Clockwise?" There's an apologetic glance in Lilith's direction in case he's guessed wrong.

Lilith is absolutely zero help, because not only doesn't she know the answer to go nudging Tobin with, but she blurts out, suddenly, after she's drained the rest of her beer, "What the hell is mincemeat? Are we talking about ground beef and pork? And why are you stirring a bunch of--" She gets overcurious sometimes and her mind kind of moves ahead to other things, which she stops, at least, to hold her breath and await the results of Tobin's guess.

After a beat, she says aside to him, "... fifty fifty odds isn't bad."

Abby sets down her wing and reaches for her beer, taking a sip to wash it down as she flashes Nicole a smile, "I thought it was Swahili, but that sounded close enough. I always like to help with holidays stuff, and it doesn't hurt to be inclusive! Some people are butts about it, but..." Abby shrugs, drinks more beer, plucks another wing, and looks to Rhys. "Oh. I work at Addington Memorial, but I'm working in infusion therapy." She rubs her lips together, thinks for a moment. "For now."

Morrigan gives a bit of a laugh, "Yeah, I figured you would." she tells him. "And I don't think you'd really mess with gear." she muses as she leans over to steal a celery stick. She murmurs something to him and there's a smile at his answer. A nod of her head, "Sounds good to me." she smiles to that.

Devlin grins a bit, "Just some places I don't go and others.. just leap into the darkness and hope the chute opens."

Lyric overhears some of the story and looks over to Devlin and Morrigan, but she doesn't interrupt, just gives her attention to the trivia and questions and answers. "Oh yeah maybe I remember you that's pretty cool. Did you stay in town all this time or ever move away?"

"I should go there sometime. Oh, you know Joey? I will do!" Nicole uses two fingers as a salute to him. "Me? I own the Curl Up and Dye now. Betty retired and sold it to me. Hairdresser." She adds the last part, as if it isn't obvious by what she owns. She smiles at Abby. "Yeah.. that's a real good thing. Especially someplace like the hospital. So many people, so many needing some cheer." There's a beat and she asks, "what's Infusion Therapy? Like, IVs?"

Morrigan looks confused at something that Devlin whispered, then spots the ring and there's a laugh, "Oh yeah, there would be lots of questions over that." she nods.

Nicole rings her buzzer then she is looked at by Ignacio and her eyes go wide, suddenly going black. She whispers to herself, "Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen... Uh..." Louder she asks, "Vixen?"

Finch gets up from her stool with a basket of envelopes, and she begins handing them out to tables that gave correct answers. Each envelope has a $20 gift card to a local business, one for Branch and Bole, one for Espresso Yourself, and others.

Lilith makes admittance with delay after Tobin's guess is pronounced not bad at all, which she's totally taking as a smart win, telling Tobin, "Now you know something you didn't know you knew, genius." Also yes, she is going to eat the hell out of tater tots with all the fixing that he orders and she orders a second beer after ruffling in brief at the hair at the nape of his neck, "Anyway, if I came pre-nerded, I guess that worked out for the best anyway-- gave me some damn good company to nerd with."

"It's this mixture of dried fruit and brandy and spices and stuff. I think you mostly put it in a pie," Rhys says in Lilith's general direction. He knows something relevant! Though that may be related to his theory his grandmother'd know the answer. 'What is infusion therapy' is apparently not on the same list, since he tells Abby, "I'm not totally sure what that is, but I'm glad your stress levels and hair are enjoying i--"

He was paying attention this time, and his hand pops out toward the buzzer just slightly too slowly to beat Nicole. The redirect of hand to cheese sticks is exaggeratedly unsubtle as he gives her another grin. "Nice," he says again, quieter, when she gives the answer, and nods. "I do and you should," he informs her, pointing with the mozzarella, and to Lyric, "I institutionalized myself." Very Serious for half a beat, breaking into a smaller smile as he continues, "Army, then college. Planning to skip the other kinds."

Devlin grins a bit there as he eats. "Yup.." he agrees. He then looks over, "nice...oh.. gift cards.. cool." He accepts the card from Finch, "Thank you.." He doesn't even look at card for now and pockets it. "I'll look later."

"All the nerding," Tobin agrees as he is ruffled by Lilith, not seeming to mind, though he unconsciously reaches back to run his fingers through his hair afterward. When Finch starts passing out the gift cards for the right answers, he grins, "Oh hey, prizes." He'd forgotten that there were prizes. "Thanks!" he says to Finch as she comes around. That was a pleasant surprise.

Morrigan gives a smile to Finch as she approaches and hands over something to Devlin, "Hey, good job." she grins at him. "And yeah, no reason to look now." she admits. "Oh, how was your Thanksgiving?" she asks him.

Devlin says, "Nothing exciting, I went up to Tacoma and spent my time on stand by for dustoff so a guy could be with his family. Chowhall had a hell of a good spread."

Jacob grins at Finch once more when she drops off the envelope. "Thanks!" He tears it open, peering at the gift card inside it. To nobody in particular, he asks, "What is.. Branch and Bole?" He turns it over, as if the reverse side will be any help. Then muttering, "Plants, maybe? Hmm."

Wrinkling her nose, Nicole shakes her head towards Rhys. "That... does not sound very good. I'll take my brandy in a glass, thank you, not with some funky fruitcake rejects baked in a pie..." She changes the topic though and says, "maybe I'll drag Joey down sometime, since you know him." She smiles at him, accepting one of the prize envelopes from Finch. "Thanks!" she says, not yet looking within it.

"Yeah, IVs! People come in, sit down in comfy chairs and I help stick needles in them," Abby explains between nibbles. "Mostly that. It's very relaxing compared to the ER. It might be a little too relaxing, to be honest," she adds the last sentence in a lower voice, then perks up at the question, glancing from Nicole to Ignacio. She does the same thing, lips moving as she recites the list of reindeer, eventually giving Nicole a big approving smile and a thumbs up. "Woooo!" That goes for the envelopes too. "Wooo. Yeah, I can't touch that right now," she says, in spite of the napkins she wipes her fingers on.

August sighs to himself as he overhears Jacob's question, gives Ignacio a long-suffering look. Well, hey, new customers were new customers.

"Is it?" Lilith sounds interested at this bit about pie with spices and brandy in it being the answer to mincemeat, which she thinks visibly is a silly name for it given the 'huh' she breathes out over Rhys' way. Then she flashes him a quick half-smile of appreciation before lifting her newly arrived beer his way with a 'cheers'.

She lets Tobin select the gift card with an little 'ohhh prizes, nice' coming out of her, and while listening to the others, she supposes, "I'm going to make that pie, it has booze in it, sounds festive and on par with my demands of extra-Christmasy Christmas this year." Then she squints a bit while wondering, prompted by the idea of 'gift' in gift card, seems, "What're you going to get Byron this year? Do you two do that?"

"You were in the Army?" Curious about that, Lyric tosses out the question to Rhys. Finishing off her drink, she is about to order one but she encourages Nicole on with her answer. Hearing Abby about needles and.. she just stares about people doing that voluntarily. "Everyone likes different things, I guess."

"Sound like it wasn't too bad then." Morrigan admits. "Really nice that you did that as well." she adds. "Do you have plans for the weekend? If not could meet for dinner or I could cook at my place." she tells him.

Finch snorts at Iggy and murmurs, "CANARY" loudly as she walks by him back to her seat.

Devlin hmms, "I would enjoy either. I know you don't want me cooking... much." He laughs, "I can at least follow a card." He hmms, "I did get fully moved into my place though. A little Spartan.. but just means I have space to put things in.."

"Funky fruitcake rejects, baked in a pie," Rhys sings at a conversational level, to the tune of the nursery rhyme. He's not being recruited as the 21st century Elvis any time soon, but it's not unpleasant, at least! His beer lifts in reply to Lilith's, with a smile back, and Lyric gets a nod, though he doesn't get any comments out before that next question. A blink, and his hand hits the buzzer; he looks weirdly surprised about it, almost as if he hadn't meant to this time. Or, from the tone of voice when Iggy points at him, about being fairly sure he knows this answer. "Norway! In thanks for support in the war." Tiny pause. "Beats lutefisk."

Abby grins across the table at Lyric, head shaking behind her beer. "I mean, they usually do have IVs hooked up to them, I'm pretty sure most of the patients wish they didn't have to be there. Though I have heard of, like, celebrities and rich people getting IVs just because? I mean, supposedly it's to hydrate or something, but that sounds pretty crazy to me." She rests her chin on the heel of her hand. "Then again, if I was rich I'd probably do some pretty crazy things too. And I do have a tattoo! I still think it's crazy, but..." Shrug.

Jacob shrugs at Iggy with a smirk, tucking the gift card into his pocket. Turnabout's fair play when you zing the maestro, or something like that. His eyes glance over into the direction of August, who'd caught his eye earlier in the evening. Of course it's that guy's place. Nothing in Gray Harbor seems to be without those kinds of weird little coincidences.

The doctor then gets to setting down to the real business, finishing his drink, and popping a few more tots into his face, then heads over to lurk near August and Finch, hoping to get his attention when he's not otherwise occupied. "Hey. I opened up the clinic down on Maple Street. I figure it could use a little greenery. I'd be willing to spend a lot more than $20, though.. any chance you've got an employee that could come by some time and make some suggestions?"

Devlin finishes up with the food and beer he ordered.. just enjoying being here and whom he is with.

Sipping her Corona, looking to Rhys when Lyric asks him about the Army, Nicole seems slightly curious too. At least after Lyric asks. She turns to Abby for a moment and asks, "doc prescribed, I assume? Like, B12 fixes and um... things." Things. She is very medically minded. Not. When Rhys is called on to answer, she has yet another reason to watch him expectantly. She grins at Finch, but when Rhys answers, she applauds him with a small, "woo!" Listening to Abby, she says, "I should get a tattoo...."

Morrigan smiles to Devlin, but her phone beeps and there's a look up to the ceiling, "Or work will call now. Probably got some drunk to fish out of a pond or something." she tells him. She rises, leaning over to kiss his cheek, "I'll text after things are in the clear, yeah?" she asks as she drops a tip on the table.

Devlin nods to something that Morrigan says quietly to him. "If you want some help.. from shore, I can do that." He smiles with the kiss. "Up to you."

August tilts his head at Jacob, curious. "Clinic," he repeats. "So you've got a private practice." This, of everything Jacob just said, is of vital importance to him. But, business.

"I do--me, or one of the others can swing by. If you're looking for outdoors, Juniper Wilson does landscaping, we work with her on getting plants in if we didn't have things in stock. Indoors, any of us could swing by, see what kind of space you've got." He raises his eyebrows, has a drink from his black and tan.

Devlin settles the rest of the bill on the fly and follows Morrigan out the door.

"I've heard of things like oxygen bars and stuff." Lyric offers to Abby. Though Rhys getting an answer has her cheering him along. "You guys are all smart. Too bad none of them are music!" She falls silent a moment, reaching for her drink again, until she hears the music question made just for her! She buzzes in, if that's how it works, and also holds up a hand. With a grin, she pushes to her feet, "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth, my two front teeth, oh my two front teeth." Of course she delivers it in song. It's what she does. She even dances at the delivery, swaying her hips before retaking her seat with a grin.

"Oh, yeah! Doctor prescribed. Sometimes it's just hydration, but there's transfusions, antibiotics, steroids, all kinds of things," Abby confirms with a smile for Nicole, also clapping for Rhys's answer. Then, after a pause, she leans in slightly to ask in a lower voice, "Which war? I didn't know there was a war with Norway," she wonders curiously, taking a small sip, eyes darting back to Nicole. "It hurt, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

The doctor gives August a little nod. "Indoors for now, I think. I've got some gaudy plastic crap up.. I'll come by your shop soon and take a look at what you've got." He digs a business card out of his wallet, handing it over to the arborist? Or whatever you call that kinda person. It has the clinic's vital info - phone number, address, claims of urgent care service, after hours, charging on a sliding scale, etc. "Taking new patients if you're looking for a new GP. I do house calls sometimes as well.." he kinda offers with a shrug. "Apparently. But it's a pretty basic office space, just a few plants to brighten the place up would probably do the trick."

Rhys laughs at Iggy's Finchward speechlessness, and the remark that follows. "Sounds like a story," he remarks at table-volume, and has a sip of his beer, looking somewhat pleased with himself at getting the question right. He has now officially outpaced an empty chair! "World War II," he says, also at lower volume, "Britain and France tried to liberate 'em, failed, and their royal family went into exile in London." He tilts his head. "I think. Been a while."

And then he gets around to answering the previous question: "I was, yeah. What, my stunning resemblance to Rambo doesn't give it away?" Another grin, which spreads farther at Lyric's buzzing and her form of answering; he gives an approving little whistle, thankfully not at top volume. Though hey it does kinda fit the referenced song!

"My two front teef, yeth my two front teef," Nicole sings after Lyric gives her answer, giving her a smile after. Looking to Abby she raises a brow and asks, "what kind of tattoo did you get, and where?" She wiggles that brow then, as if suggesting it might be something or somewhere embarrassing. After Ignacio calls an end to the trivia, she cheers for him and stands up to applaud, not just him, but Easton too. "Thanks for the fun!"

Tobin is distracted perhaps by the arrival of food or thought, and soon so is Lilith, helping him eat before finishing her beer and settling up to head out. She kisses him on the cheek, advising about the gift thing for Byron, "Just let me know when you think of something so we don't get him the same damn thing. Hard to buy and plan for a man that's damn well full up on a lot of everything, isn't it? I need to go back to the shop."

Then she calls to Easton, "Easton, hit me up for that thing we were talking about, you know where I am, my number is attached to the site for contact, easy peasy." Then getting her things and moving through, she pats Ignacio companionably on the way, "Neat hosting for holiday shindigs, keep it up, entertainer." After some little waves to other familiar faces, she heads out.

August takes the business card, turns it over in his hand. He smiles at Jacob, points at him with the card. "It just so turns out I am." Looking for a doctor who isn't located at the hospital, that is. "Feel free to come on by the shop whenever you have a second. If I'm out on an appointment de Santos here," he nods at Ignacio, "or one of the others can help you out." He holds up the card. "I'll drop by, have a look, maybe set up an appointment." And work on kicking the VA into producing his medical records, which should only take the next 5 years.

Abby claps for Lyric with a big smile, glancing back at Rhys to listen to his explanation. Her brow furrows as she tries to make sense of this new information with what she knows. "Their royal... oh, Norway has a royal family? I didn't know that, neat! I'm kind of terrible at history. I mean, I like it, but not really World War II so much," she admits, nose scrunching up slightly. "Good thing we have a history buff at the table!"

Abby looks at Nicole, laughing when she asks about her tattoo, sipping her beer. Then her eyes go wide. "Ohhh! Actually! I have a tattoo of a different animal with the same name as one of Santa's reindeers. Kind of."

Jacob nods back at August, then over at Iggy. "Sure thing. See you around sometime, then." He says to August before slipping away, walking back over to where he'd been sitting. He scoops up the now useless buzzer and returns it back to the table where someone would surely be looking for it later. Following that, he orders another one of Easton's suggested red ales, tipping him another $20 on top of his bill, following Ignacio's request.

"Uh...." Nicole counts on her fingers looking at Abby. "Dasher, Dancer... Prancer Vixen. Comet Cupid Donner Blitzen....which other one is an animal?" She looks a bit confused, but, she's got a tummy full of nachos, had some beer, and is tired, so, no big surprise there.

Lyric does leave a tip but remains at the table a little longer. Probably she will wonder off before too long too. She returns the gesture when Ignacio comes by, grinning. "Thanks, I had a lot of fun." Her drink though, she's almost finished with it and her nachos have a dent in them at least. She's winding down. She just leans back in the chair for now and listens to the others. Nicole gets a fist bump for knowing the song too. The prize is delivered and she beams. "Thanks!"

Lyric inputs. "Olive is the other one."

"Rudolph," Rhys volunteers, adding to the list, then arches a brow and offers, "....Olive?" Him too, apparently. "Though I'm pretty sure those count as vegetarian. Unless it's a horse, I guess that's sort of Prancer."

Ignacio looks to Abby, "Yeha Queen Else and Princess Anna." See, he knows! "I think Princess Sofia is from Norway. I can't remember. So many of em now." Looking back over to Jacob he offers a hand out, beer in his other fingers, "Hey, Doc. Pleasure to meet you. Great job sowing that potato who's boss. This a GP clinic or PT or?"

"Olive?" Nicole echoes Rhys. "Well, yes, Rudolph, but he's the special one, and I don't know of an animal that is a rudolph... other than Rudolph, the red nosed reindeer. Shit... I am too tired. I should go home."

Jacob takes Ignacio's offered hand, giving it a firm shake in return with a grin on his face. "Hey, the tots won't catch themselves. Little obstetrics joke there, sorry." He clears his throat with a little cough. "Yeah, GP office. Urgent care too.. really, anyone that needs medical, I'm happy to help. Didn't seem to be a lot of options in town besides the hospital when I was doing research.." He gives a little shrug, slightly muscled shoulders rising then falling under his shirt.

Rhys laughs and reaches over to fist-bump Lyric as well. "You know," he says to Nicole, and sings, "Olive, the other reindeer..." Dropping it, he says to Abby, "I'm not that big a history buff, just remember some stuff," still looking interested in this tattoo thing, and gives Nicole a 'woe' look as she talks about needing to go home. "You should, though. Drag Joey by," he says, almost as though that part of the conversation weren't several questions ago. Trivia ones, even.

Abby still has a lot of wings to go, but she's just finishing one off. It wouldn't do to leave it half-eaten. "Comet," she answers, chews, then clarifies. "A red-tailed comet. It's a kind of hummingbird." Speaking of birds, she wobbles the hand that holds the wing, as if to admit it's not quite a perfect match, but still, she smiles, then stares at Ignacio, eyes narrowing in a suspicious squint. "Suuuure! Queen Else and Princess Anna of Norway. Uh huh."

"I will. We will..." Nicole nods to Rhys. "Ooh, that sounds pretty," she smiles to Abby. Rising from her seat, she finishes the last of her Corona and says, "it was great seeing you all tonight... like, text or something. We'll hang." She smiles and heads to the bar to place that order of wings to go, reaching for her phone as she waits for the carry out, possibly to text Joey about going to the Firefly Club. Once she gets the container, she waves again to her friends and heads out.

Lyric snickers as both she and Rhys have the same answer and she returns the fist bump. "That's funny I think we both read the same books. If you read If You Give a Mouse a Cookie or a Moose a Muffin or anything, we're going to the library together next time."

August nods and Jacob, looking between him and his business card as he heads back to his table. He watches Ignacio approach him, has to smother a laugh at the dad-level obstetrics joke. He's not the only person who would rather avoid the hospital at all costs (sorry, perfectly nice and skilled hospital staff, it's nothing personal).

Abby waves after Nicole and leans back, finishing her beer with a sigh. Then she checks the time, glancing at the watch on her wrist, and makes a face. "I probably should get going too," she says with an apologetic look. "But good job, table!" She flashes Lyric and Rhys a bright smile, then reaches into her jacket for her wallet, leaving a tip tucked under the plate of wings. "It was nice to see you again, Lyric. In a much bigger room this time! And it was nice to meet you too, Rhys."

Ignacio tilts his head trying to work out what obstetrics means. "Yeah I have that problem all the time. Makes the lunch room awkward." Some days it's hard to tell if he's serious or pulling someone's leg, but the clinic information gets some interest. "Yeah, I mean we have a vet too out by the office. I don't think that counts unless someone's a werewolf though."

"I have definitely read If You Give a Mouse a Cookie," Rhys informs Lyric, "so let me know next time you're hitting the book repository." He returns Abby's smile, lifting a hand in farewell to both her and Nicole. "Nice meetin' you, too," he says, "and yeah, good job, table! Four for four ain't half bad." A small pause, curiosity creeping in, as he glances from Abby to Lyric and back. "What room did you see each other in last? Garage? Linen closet?"

Jacob squints a little at what seems to be a missed joke, but hey, not knowing the word obstetrics isn't anything to be ashamed of, especially if Ignacio is tri-lingual as claimed. He says nothing in response, aside from taking a hearty gulp of his fresh beer. "You get a lot of werewolves out here? I thought that was more of an east of the Mississippi river kind of thing." The doctor digs another card out of his wallet and offers it over to Iggy. "But hey, if you just need to be sewn up, maybe some pain killers, a vet can be handy in a pinch."

"A much bigger room." Lyric echoes to Abby with a smile. "Thanks for the Snickers that night." Sliding her nachos over to where the wings are, she is finished with them, she doesn't order another drink either. She'd paid and left Easton a tip. So she looks at Rhys at his question. "I saw her last at the library. Her and another girl. We got trapped in the elevator most of the night. It was kind of scary. We played 2 truths and a lie." A dip of her head. "Sure, I go to the library a lot. I like to read. Not just kids books, but sometimes just for fun. I read to Emma, a girl in the trailer park. And now Brandon, another kid."

Abby is on her feet. She lets Lyric answer the question about the room, grinning. "And it's a small elevator," she adds, then waves and heads on out, checking her phone before she reaches the door and steps outside.

Ignacio considers the answer and responds with what sounds like an honest, serious answer, "Not as often in the summer. Probably a few. Not me." At the offer of 'aid' from Jacob Ignaio finds, for a moment his full attention honed in on his words. Out of habit, filing that information away for later. It's not the easy thing to walk away from. It's catching August there. He looks past him to Finch figuring out a thing on her phone . His hands fidget with his beer withdrawing to him for a moment. Leaning a half step back on his good leg he nods again building layers in the casual. "Cool." It's an itch cloying at the back of his nervous system that is now going to be screaming at him for a while. "If you're around next couple of days we can handle that before snows hit. The um, the yard."

Rhys manages to both laugh and wince at the same time. "So if I run into you there, I guess we'll be taking the stairs? Reading to kids sounds good -- I gotta admit, I haven't read any books involving mice and cookies for... a while now. But I'm not usually around a lot of kids." A small pause, head tilting as he looks at Lyric. "My ma lives there. Huckleberry, I mean. Lived there a while too, but I'm pretty sure Emma and Brandon'd qualify as after my time." There's a little of his attention listening to the others, now things are clearing out, but not so much as to be rude. Plus, he's not done with his baskets of food yet. Or the beer.

Jacob quirks an eyebrow at Ignacio, then glances over at August, and then back at Ignacio. "Yeah, I--" And suddenly, his phone's vibrating in his pocket, an ambulance ringtone playing loudly. He reaches into the pocket of his jeans, takes a look at it, curses. Jabbing the answer button, he says, "Five minutes." then hangs up and puts it away. "Sorry, gotta run."

The doctor grabs his beer, taking a rather large gulp from it, leaving the remainder in the glass on the counter, then walks briskly towards the exit, heading out into the night.