Where everyone knows your name (Iron Fist)

"Hey! Sal! Pour me a drink! You salty old sea dog!... Who most likely hasn't been on the sea..." Mysterio shouted as he nearly kicked down the door. Sal's Pub and Restaurant was by far Mysterio's favorite hang out. This was mostly because it was the only place in town that would still take his money... But ALSO because he thoroughly enjoyed the feel and the atmosphere of this... broken down... and frankly kinda dirty establishment. How long until he was unbanned from Mike's?

With a sigh Mysterio walked up to the counter and slapped a few bills onto the bar. With a grunt the old grizzed man behind the counter would pour him a tall frothy mug. The fact that Sal was still even open after the day's events amazed Mysterio... but not enough to distract from his drink, which he would down rather quickly and quickly order another. This horrible cycle of alcoholism would continue until he was interrupted or someone else ordered.

Restaurants. Restaurants were places where Ironfist always enjoyed spending time at and for a simple reason, his job was to educate. Now, what did that mean? It meant that he enjoyed helping the gourmetically impaired become better at the noble art. Restaurants provided a place where he could allow both of his natures to run rampant at the same time. Not only that, but having cooks as acquaintances meant he not rarely got a chance to make use of their kitchens himself. Like, for example, when he found himself hungry after a fight with some metal thing and a conversation with some silver haired lass up to no good and with not a single penny in his pocket.

And the only place open was Sal's Pub and Restaurant. Ha, maybe he could get ol' Sal to let him make himself some of that concoction they served in place of food. And so he went there, about a couple of hours before the start of this thread, and had a nice lil' lunch and a couple of drinks. Was there a manlier way to end such a day? Apparently, there was.

All of a sudden, out of the blue, without any sort of warning, the front door boomed open and a man walked inside. But wait, it was a man of science. Ironfist raised an eyebrow as a grin flickered on his face, watching the guy who appeared unaware of his presence for now. And how could he be, Ironfist had been sitting at a table in the back, just relaxing after the day, with the piece of the metal doll's head he got flat out on the table in front of him.

He kept sitting like that for a couple of minutes, just watching the mysterious man chug the drinks like some type of an alcoholic puke bucket. It was then that he stood up and walked over with his empty mug in hand, slowly and silently, before, just as he was right behind the man, slamming it into the wooden surface so it nearly broke and the whole restaurant shook, shouting as powerfully and loudly as he could: "Sal! Pour me another one! Ha-ha!" before sitting next to the man, but turned straight in front towards Sal, only eyeing the other customer from the side with a smirk as the mug slowly filled itself with the dirty tinged liquid.

Mysterio had just finished his second mug and was beginning to feel a slight buz, stupid genetically enhanced liver, when a man who's loudness seemed to match if not surpass his original entrence loudness found himself next to Mysterio, shouting for another drink... Well this was interesting... mildly. Mysterio would turn to look at the man's mug and would raise an eyebrow with mild amusement, it was the same size as his own. A Mega Mug... Interesting.

Slowly his eyes moved up to meet the man's eyes, in them he saw a cockiness... one that came from knowing he was the smartest man in the room. HA! Twas the same look that Myterio held, though in him it was always deserved sense he was indeed the smartest man in every room he entered. Though there was somethine else in those eyes... A challenge perhaps? Heh... Twas obvious this man was challenging Mysterio... well... time to put him in his place. Had Mysteiro seen this man two drinks ago he might have recognized him from the security tapes but, live and let live heh..

"Fill me up to Sal..." Mysterio would wait for his mug to fill with a particularly smug grin. Once full he would shoot a sidelong glance at the man beside him making sure to meet his eyes. As if a bolt of lightning struck, Mysterio snapped into action and tossed the mug back, downing it in a three gulps. Once finished he slammed the mug back into the counter using every ounce of his enhanced strength to shake the bar. He would shoot the man beside him another challenging glance and before speaking "Mysterio... You?"

"Oho!?" Ironfists's mouth formed into a small 'o' for a moment. Success, the mystery man noticed him and read his intentions. Not only that, but his name was laughingly appropriate. Mysterio. Almost as odd as Ironfist, or maybe even more odd?

In any case, upon seeing the mysterious Mysterio slam his mug into the counter, reminiscent of how he did, Ironfist closed his eyes and chugged his whole mug in one gigantic gulp. He wiped himself off with his sleeve before speaking up, still only glancing at the other from the side and with the smirk on his face. He knew exactly what to do. If this man was aiming for a challenge just like he did, Ironfist would give him one. Take is as a test of sorts, that he would grade afterwards after coming home, if he somehow managed to return. "Hahaha! Get me drunk and I'll tell you!"

He then gestured for Sal to pour another mug-full and waited for a response.

"Well we better get started then huh! AHAHA!" Mysterio let out a low booming laugh that... honestly was something that something probably shouldn't have been possible from such a thin man. Though This man seemed to accept Mysterio's unspoken challenge with fever and passion... Mysterio liked this guy! Anyone who could drink like that was OK in his book. Mysterio would nod to Sal once he finished filling his new friends mug, indicating he was next in spite of the growing line of people wanting their share.

"Well..." Mysterio paused to slam back his drink... that was four by his count... Needless to say he was beginning to feel a little bit. Mechanical liver or not that's a lot of alcohol."How many deep are you my buff pal? I'm four in..."

Ironfist grinned and finally jerked his head back to give the other man a look eye to eye. Cheeky grin on his face, all teeth out and gleaming, he raised his chin up and scratched it, pretending to be deep in thought. Of course, he was only playing games with this guy. He wasn't even sure if he could get drunk anymore as a whatever he had become, so he was certainly cheating, although he could feel a slight disruptance in his senses every once in a while, though that could've just been his head playing tricks on him. Regardless, he knew he could at least get a laugh out of this and have a topic to discuss in class! ...once he gathered one.

Anyhow, after a short consideration, he raised a finger, then another one, and another... until his whole palm was wide open. "Five." He said, before grabbing the mug with his other hand and dropping it into himself. He placed it back and raised his other hand with his index finger up. "Six. Hmhmhm!"

"Six eh? Then I guess I got some catching up to do!" Mysterio smirked as he watched Sal fill his mug with the frothing amber liquid. He looked back on the old days before he enhanced his body. Back when he was nothing more then a fleshy sack of bone and blood... and... like other squishy bits. Back then he would probably be on the floor, pants full of the smartest shit anyone has ever let rip. But now... Being an alcoholic loses most of its luster when no one can keep up with you. Heck even his robots couldn't keep pace... This guy however seemed to hold his own pretty well.

"And to that end, Sal! Pour me a second one." Mysterio cackled to himself as he watched Sal slowly shake his head and fill a second mug before sliding it to Mysterio. He would sit, taking in the beautiful sight before him before downing both mugs in quick succession."SIX! *BrrUUUUUUUp* AHAHAHA!"

"HA!" Ironfist slapped himself on the knee and started laughing. "You're a good one, thin, but you sure can han'le the heat, eh? Ahaha!" He said, still laughing, before gesturing for one more mug, which he drank as heartily as all the other ones that came before it, before belching himself. Needless to say, it was now certain that even he began falling under the influence of the alcohol. How was that even possible, probably no one knew, but it was happening, all right.

"Come on, don't leave me hangin'! Is this a race or what!?" He said as he had Sal pour him another one. "First stop is 10! *hic* After that, we'll see! Ha-haha!" He added, waving the mug around with an enthusiastic grin.

"Thin? Ya know normaly I'd kick your ass for such a degrading nickname, but to be honest I'm just starting to get a buzz and I don't want to wast such a golden opportunity," Mysterio smirked as Sal filled both his mugs in one go. Ok... So Mysterio feels soratatata tipsu... Tipsy! Tipslyy yeah... Tipsly... Ether way! No way the greatest mind in the wold would lose to this fine fellow in a drinking contest! No way in hell!

"Ten it is! AHAHAHA! How bout we kick this up a notch eh?" In one fluid motion Mysterio pulled a small vile from his coat and added it's contents to his mugs, turning them from an amber color to a more neon pink color. Without a second thought Mysterio downed one of them in two hearty gulps. As the last drop past his lips he let out a high pitched yelp as his hair turned a bright green for a moment before returning to normal with a rather audible popping sound"WHEO~ AHAHA! Now that's what I'm talking about!"

"Aye, aye! I ain't gonna lose, haha!" Whatever this guy put into their drinks was as mysterious as his name, but Ironfist cared not. Besides, it made the drink a funny color, and presentation is just as important as the taste when it comes to cooking! Gotta make the food look more than edible so that the general public would come to try it and enjoy it!

And so he drank what the doctor had brewed. Whatever it was, it had a slightly different structure as well as a different texture than beer, but it passed down his throat without a hitch regardless. However, that's when things went kind of wrong. For a moment after he finished the drink everything was fine, but then it all became sort of fuzzy. All Ironfist remembered was that he ordered another drink immediately afterwards, and was feeling more than just slightly funny all of a sudden. Oh well, they say drink one glass of wine every day, right? If he drank in one day enough alcohol for the whole year, he would have relinquished himself of that sacred duty and would be free to drink whatever he wanted for the next 365 days. Ha, splendid, wasn't it!?

Things after that got... hazy... That is to say that Mysterio's recount of the events that fallowed the first enhanced drink is less then detailed. The additive that Mysterio put into his beer was a cocktail of concentrated toxins from a variety of odd plants that he had bio-engineered in his lab. He had yet to come up with a name for it, mostly due to the fact that after using it in his drink the first time he woke up a few days later outside the gate with little memory. However, in another time, another place, another world, a chemical very similar in effect to this one dose have a name... LSD.

The only thing Mysterio remembered before blacking out was something about losing track of drinks, the odd man yelling something at Sal, the two of them takeing off, and how he had always wanted to ride a goat...

Mysterio woke with a start... The immediate question that ran though his mind was "Where is my labcoat" the second was "And where are my pants" The third, and arguably most important was "Why am I duct-taped to a goat?"

And where was that fellow from the bar?... If he was around the area, Mysterio would call out to him.

After the drink, Ironfist had at least a dozen more. But he wouldn't remember them, of course. Whatever that loon cooked up was crazy. In any case, he found himself in some random bathroom that night, rinsing himself off with some cold water, and whaddayaknow, he walked out of the bathroom as fresh as new, thanking the family he found there in the apartment as if nothing odd had happened. Crazy, right?

Talking about crazy, he needed to find the doc. He seemed to have gotten lost, eh? Well, as long as he wasn't too far off, finding him wouldn't be too problematic, Ironfist thought to himself as he exited the place and started looking around with his arms crossed. That doc must've went to the extremes with his play. Ironfist couldn't allow himself to do the same, though, teachers needed to pose an example for the children. When he finds him, he'll sanction him and himself for what they have done, no arguing about it! If one cannot judge one's own mistakes, how can he judge someone else's? But it was fine, at least he got this craziness out of his system. And so he smirked as he walked down the street, following the more than apparent stench of alcohol strangely mixed with something as smelly as goat poo(?).