the Spectre - Episode II:
"Vodka Martini, shaken not stirred."
"We serve tequila here, Harry Potter. And I suppose you'd like a smoke with that? And maybe a shot or two of the really strong stuff? How are you with guave worms, young man?"
Garland looked across the bar and gulped.
"I.D. four-eyes, and if it turns out you're not old enough to vote, I'm gonna have you out on your ass."
It was becoming a routine thing for those fingerless gloves to grab these young Slayers by the shoulder and yank them out of trouble. Lothos spun the naive Slayer-Baker around and grinned at him inquisitively. "What exactly are you attempting?"
"Um. To fit in? To be ambiguous?"
"Garland, you're 17 and barely out of High School. You're wearing a bright orange Atari T-shirt and you have a backpack strapped on. You couldn't look any less ambiguous in this particular bar. When I said blend in I didn't mean `see how quickly you can get arrested for underage consumption.' And another thing. No one orders James Bond Martini's. They're so revolting even Russians condemn such blatant waste of Vodka."
The young Slayer pushed his glasses up his nose a bit and shrugged as Lothos turned towards the barkeep and started to place an order. "Then what are you doing?"
"I'm about to get piss drunk, and I'm blending in. Go mingle with your comrades in arms, boyo, while I explore the fascinating world of 230 Proof jet fuel."
Garland, completely confused, turned towards the pool room where the young Slayers had gathered around two orders each of Nachos and Buffalo wings.
Sasha was sitting at a table with Marco and Kysha, the only other girl in the class.
Seth, a Slayer-Chimneysweep, and Cory and Clint, Rednecks, were taking turns with the dart board.
Jude was walking around the room with a pool cue looking for someone who would challenge him to a game unsuccessfully. Apparently no one wanted to deal with his attitude. He would undoubtedly be a sore loser or an abusively braggart winner.
"Enjoy, my Chaos Apprentices! You've been training hard and this is a furlow well-earned!" Lothos had come in with two trays loaded with various virgin daiquiris, pina coladas, and soft drinks. The group cheered simultaneously as they surrounded the trays and grabbed what they could. Effortlessly balancing the platters of drinks as they reached, Lothos kicked the door to the pool room closed so that the group of Spectre Hunters could have some privacy. He then set down the tray which had only one drink left on it, a watered down Diet Coke.
"I wanted to talk to you all a little bit more about expecting the unexpected. You see, part of being prepared for anything is being able to make weapons out of anything. Use the environment to your advantage if you're surprised. Even in the most comfortable of situations, something dreadful can happen that could wind you up in a fight for your very life."