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The St. Patrick's Day parade is in full swing downtown, but up in Harlem, the 62 Truck crew is on duty, so this means they don't get to watch a bunch of idiots who're probably like 0.0000003% Irish, if at all, make drunken asses out of themselves in public. Amateurs and lightweights, all of 'em. Tommy never needed a holiday as an excuse.

Tommy, casually dressed in his Iceholes street hockey t-shirt, ducks into the bar to grab a cup of coffee. With it comes a note on a napkin that reads: Éirinn go brách. Bartending duty is yours today. Enjoy.

"What, are you kiddin' me?"

Bar doesn't answer.

"This's a bad idea, y'know. A real bad idea. I mean, c'mon. Is this some kinda joke? It's me you're asking, remember? Y'know, the one with the-- the problem."

There's a pause before another napkin appears: You'll be fine. You can do it, hose boy. XOXO

"Hose--?!" Glaring at Bar, he quickly crumples up the napkin and stuffs it into his back pocket, making sure that nobody else saw what was written on it.

Oh, well. Nothing else to do but hope that he won't break his sobriety streak, and pray that Security won't have to show up if he does.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Beer	Whiskey
Guinness	Bushmill's
Guinness	Jameson
and Guinness	Connemara

Green Beer (alcoholic & non-alcoholic) also available ~~if you like that sort of sh~~

Ladies, get today's specials FREE if you kiss your bartender!
He's Irish and also a fireman!

[OOC: Open forever! Thread-hopping/mingling encouraged! ALSO -- please see this note about Tommy in this particular situation.]

[tinytags: Merrick Bailton]

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"One green beer, poured into the biggest glass you've got." The blonde smirking at him over the bartop has no taste, and she's still shedding glitter from her stage make-up.

Tommy pauses to take her in with some disbelief. And a little morbid fascination. Glitter. Really?

Wryly: "...Wow. Okay."

He finds a glass stein under the bar and fills it to the brim with green beer. Setting it down on the counter, he jerks his thumb at the specials sign. "You want this for free, right?"

Yep! Glitter. Wait until he meets the fully-grown version; she sparkles like a freakin' Cullen sometimes.

And she smirks at the idea. Hey, free booze is in the offering, and this guy's totally DILF-like. "On the cheek?" she wonders.

~~Mun cackles at the DILF comment because it's true.~~

Tommy could care less if she's a bit tacky. As long as she's hot. (And as long as she doesn't get glitter all over him.)

"Wherever you want, honey. I ain't too picky."

~~It's totally true!~~

She won't, if he doesn't fall into her hair, where most of it's lodged.

Clementine shrugs, grabs him by the collar, yanks him against the bar and plants one right on Tommy's lips.

"...!" he says.

It's a good kiss. One of those no-nonsense you-got-what-you-asked-for kisses. He can't complain. She wouldn't either, even if there wasn't free booze involved, but that's just him.

Pulling back with a lopsided grin, wavering between surprised and not surprised that she actually went for it, he slides the stein of beer forward. "Enjoy."

Clementine is, as always, good at silencing men - if only for awhile. She smirks and grabs the glass, taking a sip. "Anytime," she says, fixing her lipgloss with a swipe of her thumb. "So, what brings you here?"

"Wanted a cup of coffee and got bartending duty as a bonus," he says with a shrug, and he eyes the glitter that seems to be flaking off of her with each move she makes. "How 'bout you?"

"This place loves to do that, doesn't it?" She shrugs. "Found it on my way to work one morning."

"Yep, the Bar's a real beaut that way. And, uh, what d'you do for work?" He suspects it involves the glitter.

"A place called the Melody Lounge." She shrugs. "It's a family dive but they still have showgirls flashing their tatas every night." Lots of glitter!

"A...family dive. With showgirls. Wow, okay. Sounds like fun. So, uh, I'm gonna guess you're not a waitress there."

"Nope! I'm a chorus girl." She's sung the Lord's Prayer in ten inch heels and a thong. PROFESSIONALISM!