Randy
A popular establishment within Hephaestus Forge is the Pyrosmith's Pub, where gods and craftsmen unwind after a day of labor. The pub exudes an industrial charm, with furnishings crafted from celestial metals and walls adorned with relics of divine craftsmanship. Gods share tales of their creations over ambrosial drinks, forging bonds in the spirit of camaraderie.
Daniel
*"Yeah parking was a nightmare, y'know? Like, it was so overcrowded and-"*

The incessant rambling went on, Donny was mouthing off in the ear of a woman, who didn't really seem that interested in what he had to say. She realized that behind the pretty face, he didn't really have a personality, and if he did, it was that of a plank of wood, like a four by four maybe. The moment he turned away, she was gone. Another one bites the dust, he was baffled by how often he strikes out, but you can't call it the game of life if you don't lose some times, right? Feeling in part defeated, like he lost the past dozen rounds, he asked for another round from the bartender. 

*"Thanks, appreciate it."* He said, slamming down the shot glass after guzzling it down. 

Sat on the barstool, his arms leaning on the counter, awkwardly adjusting the way he was sitting, then tapping his fingers along the bar countertop. Then, whistling, he began to realize how painstakingly silent it was when he wasn't talking, as if everyone else here was having their own isolated conversations, having great times with one another. Not needing to constantly exude this stellar, unjustified overconfidence in every sentence they spewed. They just enjoyed the moment. These thoughts were quickly remedied with another shot of whiskey. He always liked the taste of the fruit based drinks more, but that didn't fit the machismo he wanted to represent well. 

When will he learn?
Nancy
Donny Alvarez.

Laci repeated the name of her new target over and over in her head until she memorized it. Still she had a name not his appearance. If only ghosts could share memories, half her job would be made a lot easier. At least the male spector knew where his son was located, it was why he was in Olympian, he had followed Donny there and upon learning there were individuals that could see him, he "Tracked" Laci down. At least he was better than the Karen Ghost. He was someone in actual need of help and not one just wanting to vent to the only person that could hear them. 

The closer she got to the pub, a place he informed her Donny was likely to be at, the louder the engine of her motorcycle echoed down the street. Oh how she loved the new bike. It really was worth the money (now she was essentially broke again) but it was definately worth it. Laci rarely splurged on herself and this was one of those rare "It's so shiny i must have it" Moments where she didn't stop herself from the rash decision. With one last rev she came to a stop right in front of one of the Pub's windows so any patrons looking out would notice her arrival. The image of her feminine form getting off the bike and removing her helmet letting long locks of fiery red hair flow free, a shake of her head to loosen up some strands. 

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Carrying the helmet under her arm she entered the establisment and immediatly greeted the bartender. A friendly wave and smile flashed in his direction as she moved to sit at the counter, eyes casually glossing over the place as the ghost whispered out "Thats him" Practically flailing in the direction his son was sitting. She had to hold back a laugh because it was indeed quite the sight when ghosts acted this way and she was the only one seeing it. Her eyes lingered on Donny' practically locking with his before turning and sitting at the counter. How to approach him? This was always the hassle. Sure she was friendly and could be social but she had introverted tendencies, not being one to suddenly jump in. She needed a moment to think. In the mean time she asked the bartender to make her a margarita. If she hadn't misheard the dead father hovering over her shoulder, it was her sons favorite. She needed some form of opening. This could be it?
Daniel
*"Can I get another please?"*

Still in the same spot, still in the same slouched over, defeated position he was in for the past fifteen or so minutes since he had entered the bar, unmoved, the only thing that seemed to significantly change was the number of shot glasses that accumulated since him arriving to now. Seeming to grow at a near exponential rate, shooting from one to seven rather swiftly, and the whiplash his body faced was evident in his lazy stupor that began to develop. Though, he was always able to hold his liquor well enough, it was moreso him holding back the urge to regurgitate and vomit, whiskey sucked. Only did he lift his head when he heard a new voice, one that wasn't tuned out like the rest.

Catching a glance, he said to himself nothing but, *"Damn."* Under his breath.

He took a deep inhale, ran his hands down his jacket, trying to prepare himself to make a move. Noticing how she locked into his eyes before she went about her own, he decided to approach her. What's the worst that could happen? Slipping on spilt beer, probably, then faceplanting. Looking down at the floorboards before he got up and walked over, sitting at the nearest stool to Laci, with a distinct aroma of car grease and alcohol. Running his hand through his hair, then calling over for the bartender, simply saying,

*"Can I get one of what she's having, please?"*

After a few minutes, as the bartender had to get through a few others before him, he finally got his margarita, turning to face Laci, taking a sip, he realized it was a margarita.

*"Nice pick, you have good taste in drinks."*

He motioned outside.

*"And if that bike I heard outside was yours, you definitely have good taste in transportation."*
Nancy
Of course locking eyes worked and got his attention, it was what his father suggested she do, knowing his son would likely try his luck. Some information Laci could have done without but well... Sometimes ghosts overshared, be it their own personal lives, the lives of their loved ones or the realisation they could spy wherever and whoever doing whatever without be caught! The things Laci heard were many times images she didn't know how or wanted to process in her mind. 

This was far from her first rodeo so she sat facing the bartender as Donny made his approach. Even if she hadn't heard him, his father was giving it away with nervous "He's coming. Get ready. Oh he's so close. Oh no... He's loaded on shots already!?" Or something along those lines, maybe with a slight nuance to his speech? Laci was admittedly not paying him too much attention, her mind focused on how to play this. Likely a bit by ear but she had various options in mind depending on the line of conversation. 

When he asked for same drink as her she didn't really acknowledge him nor say much, she just took her own magarita and brought her lips to the straw drawing in a soft sip. When he complimented her tastes in drinks she smiled and finally turned, or rathet swiveled the bench to look at him. By then he mentioned her bike. **"Gracias"** Laci thanked with a gentle smile

Taking another sip of her drink she decided to take the margarita opening. **"If such good drink why no order before?"** Laci asked despite knowing the answer due to ghost daddy hovering over Danny's shoulder. **"Laci."** She pointed to herself and then stretched out her hand in greeting for him to shake.