[ Loki trots over to a server and lays down what turns into a list on their phone, patting them on the shoulder and then heading directly for the bar. Even though it's his club, Jim is allowed to be witness to the slithery speed with which the godling dips behind the bar while the staff is unaware and casually pilfering two beers from a fridge. These are slid onto his table with Jim when he returns and drops in his seat with an exaggerated sigh, crossing a leg. ]

Do you feel like dancing later? The last person I did that with was my brother, and before that a man with your face. Or did I? I think I wanted to. Anyway!