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Date: November 16, 1999
Status: Public
Setting: The Bar
Summary: Wednesday reflects on his past and attains higher states of inebriation.  (An invitation to anyone who would like to have a good drunken conversation.)

Wednesday grimaced as he swilled his glass of mead.  He hated the stuff.  He tried to remember if he always had.

He closed his eyes, and thought back.  Thought back to the land of ice and fire.  Remembered the taste of blood on his lips as he constructed his world.  Tried to recall how it felt, all the ages of men ago.  After a hard days work, getting back to his hall, harnessing the goat...

...and sipping a vaguely warm glass of mead. 

Yuck.

No, even back then he hadn't liked the stuff.  The endless battles he had liked.  The raping and pillaging.  The deception.  It had all been good.  Why had he tolerated the mead?

Ah, yes, now he remembered.  The half-clad Valkyrie warrior-women that *brought* the mead. 

Yes, he had certainly liked *them* just fine. 

And Freyja.  Gods, she had had it all, and in abundance.  There was a woman he could respect. The love of battle had been buried as deeply in her heart as it had been in his. She was cut-throat in more ways than one. 

Now, all they saw in her was a fertility goddess.  A northern Aphrodite.  A powerful female spirit, embodying the divine feminine mystique in all of us.

It made him want to vomit.

Humans had lost the truth.  Creation and Death were different side of the same coin.  Without one, the other was meaningless.  What was orgasm other then a mini death?

He finished off his glass and drew some figures on the shiny bartop.  He wasn't sure if it would work in this neutral zone, but it was worth a try.

Even if it didn't, company was sure to come around and join him sooner or later.     

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Destruction started. He'd offered the greeting on general terms, not looking at who the greetee was. But then, he'd already met enough old acquaintances here that he sholdn't be surprised.

"Wotan, old chap! Didn't know you were here!" He sat himself down next to the old god. "And you know I'll drink anything that you can respectably pour into a mug." He grinned and reached for the bottle.

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Wednesday grimaced as he watched his old friend drink the beer. He downed his glass of Jack and poured another (he felt like getting wasted. And with luck he wouldn't be the only one getting shit-faced. He added a a few percentage points of alcohol content to the beer Destruction was drinking).
"Didn't know you were here, either. Been a long time, Destrution. How have you been doing?"
He remembered their last night of drinking together. It had been nearing the end of his reign of terror in the South, and he had wanted to get plastered that night, too. They had always had a lot in common, their viewpoints of destruction and regeneration had always been similar.(though their means had been different). Destruction had been more of a passive spectator, usually limiting his actualy participation to nudges in the right direction. Odin was more "hands-on." His hand tightened on his glass, the way his hand had always tightened on Gungnir before battle. There were no more battles, now. Not in any meaningful way. He hurled the rest of his drink back, and looked at his friend. Humans had convinced themselves that they no longer needed a god of war, but Destruction would never go out of style.

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"Oh, this and that." Destruction grinned. "Been visiting some old universes I hadn't seen in a while. Worked as a pavement artist in London, for a while. Kept a dog."

He took another swig of the beer, wondering how ol' Barnabas was doing now. He shook his head. "Never did appreciate my artwork."

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Wednesday nodded his head in that distinctive "I'm-interested-and-comtemplative-because-I-am-very-drunk" way. "Yeah, dogs. They never do appreciate art." He thought about Freki and Geri. Not quite dogs, but close. He remembered how they always hated it when he read them the Edda. Their ears only picked up when they were mentioned. Or Fenris, the fuckers. Canine unity his ass. They weren't the ones scheduled to be eaten by that Hell-hound. "You want another drink?"

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[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

Destruction tipped up the bottle and stared down the neck. "Well I'll be... it's empty already." He chuckled. "How about something stronger. I developed quite a taste for Vodka hanging around Petersburg about five hundred years ago. Or was it six? I can never quite remember..."

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Wednesday smiled and traced his finger on the bartop. A large bottle of unlabeled Vodka appeared on the counter. A gift from Chernobog. Nothing like bathtub vodka to kill brain cells and cause irreversable liver damage. "Hmm, Russia. Always been a good place for death and D..." he thought about it. "...you."

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Destruction smiled wryly, taking a swig from the bottle. "Phwoar." He grimaced. "Now that's real vodka. I like this stuff cos you can make it out of anything. Bread, potatoes, rats..."

He looked thoughtful a moment. "It's funny," he mused. "Nobody ever calls my sister's name to her face. They say it all the time, but never to her."

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Wednesday's eyebrows arched. "See, thats another reason I can't stand this age. None of them have any guts to speak of. They run from the idea of having power. "What's in a name,' my eight-legged-steed-riding ass. True power is in the ability to name something. My sword, my steed, my spear, my house- everything has a name. They have to or else they are just 'things.' Mortals forgotten that bit just as they've forgotten about the cycle of birth and... deat... destru..." He took a swig from the bottle and brought it down onto the bar with a loud bang. "Can't really say anything without mentioning a member of your family, can I? I'll just have to steer clear of talking about Ragnorok, or I'll end up mentioning at least 4 of your other siblings."

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Detsruction smirked. "See? You won't name us either. Mortals, they're just like us, only with less power. Besides, Most of my family see Ragnarok as a sideshow. Universes with stories are all well and good, but we don't go in for endings... most of us. Just me and my sister. After all - " he lifted the bottle in a sort of toast, "Out with the old, in with the new."

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Wednesday stiffened and took the bottle of vodka out of Destruction's hand. "You're right, there's never an end. Its all a product of the wheel of time." He downed the remaining liquid in the bottle and handed it back to Destruction. "But as for 'out with the old'..." his fingernails etched into the bartop. "Look at the mortals. All they do is cling ot the old. Look at their fashions. Their sense of "nostaliga." The 'good old days.' Its all bullshit. Even their 'new' gods. Look at me." He spread his arms in a fighting stance. "They talk about their psychology. The ego?" His voice thundered. "I *am* the ego. They say they no longer love war, but look at how they live their lives. Endless little private battles, hushed-up wars, a million slights. If they'd stuck with my version, they would actually get somewhere instead of stagnating in "nostalgia." They say they are straightforward and honest? There is not a mortal that wouldn't sell his mother given the proper price. No, the only thing that changes is the names. Instead of worshiping Gaia they worship the "mother earth." Instead of Worshiping me or Athena, they worship the internet for their knowledge. Instead of Freyja, they worship 'female sexuality'."
He paused and he suddenly seemed very old. He sat back down, the fire doused. "But of course, true power rests in names. You're right about all of it." He looked at his empty glass. "It is this paradox that will be the death of me."

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"You always did get wordy when inebriated," Destruction shook his head and grinned. "Even after a battle, one minute you'd be singing your own glory and the next - bam!" Destruction hit the bar a little too hard, sending splinters flying, but didn't notice. "Existential angst!"

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Wednesday glared at Destruction and ground his teeth. Then his lip began to quiver. Then wrinkles settled around his eyes. Then... he burst out laughing. "I always knew there was a reason I liked you... apart from the obvious wanton destructive nature you embody." He hit Destruction on the back with a force equal to the hammer of the gods. "'Existential Angst?' Huh? Well, that sounds like a excellent reason to split another bottle."

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

"I'll drink to that!" Well, he'd drink to pretty much anything right now. But Existential Angst was good enough. He absently picked splinters out of his fist as he waited for Wednesday to produce the alcohol.

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Wednesday marked a few runes around the battered bartop. A couple of jugs of moonshine appeared and he looked confused. "I must be getting rusty." He glanced sidelong at Destruction to see if he'd heard. His drinking partner was too busy picking out splinters, so he simple scooted one of the jugs over towards Destruction. He uncorked the jug and took a swig. He rolled his eyes. "North Caroline White Lightning." He quickly pushed the images of Thor out of his mind from when he found his son.

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

Destruction raised an eyebrow. "Moonshine... hadn't seen this for a while. Man, those Hazard kids were fun." He raised the jug in one hand and drank deep.

(ooc: Is this a good time for Crowley to join in? You're not on AIM :()