Happy Hour

[balancingminds]

Charles has spent the day in the library reading some old friends of books that he doesn't have in Washington DC as well as some new ones.

The time passed faster than he realized and when he orders a drink, he laughs before starting to go through the drink book. Tonight will be inspired by those he loves.

Specials
Sex Magnet
Over the Rainbow
Alternatini
Share a story of someone who has changed your life for the better and your drink is free.

Then he pours himself a Scotch and waits to see who will arrive.

Tiny tag: Daryl Dixon
(OOC: Charles is listening passively to thoughts, please include them in your narration. Threadhop and enjoy, we made it to the weekend. I'm falling asleep. And closed for new tags, tahnk you for a fun happy hour.

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[cutting_edgex23]

X slips onto a barstool, pausing to check on the specials before she actually looks at Charles.

"I would like a root beer float. Please."

And hard on the heels of that --

"I am allowed to ask why you want a story?"

[balancingminds]

"Hello, X. I want a story because I'd like to learn of what has changed people's lives for the better. Milliways has been full of various types of unhappiness and I thought this might alleviate some of it,"

He also just wishes for some pleasant thoughts to occupy his mind. Once he's answered the question, he turns to start preparing the drink.

[cutting_edgex23]

"Oh."

X absorbs that, or tries to.

"You do not know? What changes people."

If she sounds a little surprised, maybe it's only because she didn't expect it.

[balancingminds]

"I do, but everyone has different experiences that effect them. I enjoy learning of them. Its a way to get to know someone better,"

It's something he could find out, but he would rather hear from them.

[cutting_edgex23]

X considers that, maybe weighing the truth of it.

Then --

"You will talk, too?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

It's been a long day at the factory, but a good one. They activated the main production line two days ago, and while all the machines are running at maybe a quarter of intended production speed and capacity, everything has been slowly and carefully coaxed into working. There are robots being built now. Actual Protectrons! The real thing!

Ellen's pretty sure that deserves-

"Could I- can I just have a beer, please?" she says. "Sam Adams, for preference. And a bowl of water for my dog?"

(The dog's thoughts are mostly of the 'something here smells like I should be licking it' variety, for what that's worth.)

[balancingminds]

"Of course you may. Let me find where that one is and is there a size of bowl that works for your dog,"

Charles grins at Dogmeat's thoughts and leans over to say hello.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Thank you," says Ellen. "He's usually good with anything about so big or bigger-"

She indicates something perhaps five or so inches across, although it seems like a rather odd question to her. Dogmeat will drink or eat out of anything at hand. Even if it gets his muzzle stuck in a tin can, sometimes.

[balancingminds]

Having something that works for you is something that Charles can provide and knows how nice it can be.

He finds a good bowl and fills it with water and then pours the beer, "Here you are. How are you doing?"

[ostro_goth]

One of those who arrive is Teja, still smelling of the forge-fire, thinking of fire and metal and work.

"Greetings," he says to Charles. "What is an Alternatini?"

[balancingminds]

"A vodka martini with added cocoa,"

Charles sips his drink to see if there will be other questions, his conversations with Teja tend to be odd.

[ostro_goth]

"Then I should choose another thing; vodka does not agree with me," Teja says. "It makes me maudlin. What would you hear such tales of inspiration for?"

He leans on the bar and thinks who he would speak of; names and faces rise up before his inner eye. Hildebrand perhaps? Witichis? Or perhaps the fox-goddess who gave him her knives to sharpen, starting him out on the way to learning about Japanese smith-work?

[balancingminds]

"You don't need to choose one of the specials. I can always provide you with some wine."

[claudiometer]

Man, has Claudia had a long week. Not that she minds being in Florida in December; it's a welcome break from South Dakota winters. But tracking down a game ball from the 1992 All-Star basketball game and trying to explain why it was such a problem to HG, all just in time for World AIDS Day?
That's a combo she'll pass on repeating.
She raises an eyebrow at the specials board. "Okay, I think I can do story time. Once I narrow it down to just one."
After all, how do you put one family member above the rest?

[balancingminds]

"You don't have to do just one. I'm happy to listen to however many you want to tell. What would you like to drink?"

She looks in need of a drink, he doesn't full understand her thoughts other than her experiences were draining.

[claudiometer]

"Mountain Dew? Still got a case report ahead of me for the night."
Artie was waist-deep in stuff for Pete and Myka's case when the Florida ping came in, so Claudia got to play senior agent to someone a hundred years her senior (give or take a decadeish). At least she's got the Slenderman report out of the way.

[balancingminds]

"Any particular color?" Calling them flavors doesn't seem quite right to Charles.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hey Charles." Guppy comes up and sits down. Next to him Fry climbs up and looks at the Specials board.

"S...e...x..."

[balancingminds]

"Hello Guppy and Fry. Do you know what the other word is, Fry? Its something you've probably played with,"

Best to get him focused on something else quickly.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Magnet. I have magnets on my trains." Fry says.

"Yes, and what do magnets do?" Guppy says.

"They stick or they unstick." Fry says.

[balancingminds]

"That's a useful place for them to go as magnets are strong. Can they stick to anything?"

[crossbowkillshot]

Daryl's thoughts are still worked up from right before his entrance to Milliway's. Quite violent thoughts involving killing zombies and running away to a cabin and ending up in a weird bar. Nothing made sense. He has his crossbow slung over his shoulder as well as bolts in his backpack but they remain untouched.

He looks over the menu and thinks for a moment, "Man, I haven't had a drink for a long time."

[balancingminds]

The thoughts are surprising and Charles looks up from his drink to Daryl,

"We have everything you could want here, just tell me what you'd like."

[crossbowkillshot]

"Probably just some whiskey would be best..." There is a definitive southern accent to his voice. He shakes his head a bit. The amazement still hasn't worn off. Daryl scratches his chin for a moment. "Yeah. Some Tennesee Whiskey, I think."

[balancingminds]

"Jack Daniels or would you prefer another?"

There's a rather wide selection but that seems like a brand that would still be known after a zombie apocalypse.