Tending!

[hey35andholding]

It's in the air...or in Clem's case, sticking to the soles of her red leather pumps. Summer in Reno isn't as glamorous as it's cracked up to be, but then again endless days of ninety-plus degree weather would drain the glamour out of nearly anybody.

Clem isn't just anybody, though, as her rhinestone-spackled bright blue tank top and denim short-shorts declares for all the world to see that glamour never takes a holiday.

Bar, of course, does - and for Clem, again, the time has come. "Uh uh," she sighs, giving the napkin a shove back across the bartop. "Booze me first."

So Bar does, giving Clm a beer just before taking her siesta. Clem just grins and turns toward the special board; as always: everything is scribbled out in hot pink pen.

*~SPECIALS~*

Summer Fling
Beach Bum
Tropical Heat
Electric Lemonade

Lemonade, Limeade, cherryade, 50% off (10% off if you want frozen)
Punch
shaved ice
Sno Cones


Twelve percent off your order if you tell me the wildest way you've ever cooled yourself off.




Finished, she sits back and sips, surveying the crowd and awaiting her first order.

[OOC: Around and backtagging 'til at least six!]

Comments

[herr_bookman]

Autor is really beginning to hate happy hours. He has become used to Bar making his tea on command, much to his consternation. I've gotten lazy.

Still, he may even learn something from this one, as blinged out as she is. "What," he says, and gestures at the specials board with split knuckles, "is a Sno Cone?"

He hasn't gotten a look at her scandalously short shorts.

[hey35andholding]

"A bunch of shaved ice with syrup sprinkled on it." She doesn't make it sound appealing, but it's pretty good.

[herr_bookman]

No, no she doesn't make that sound appealing. At all. So the kid blinks at her.

"I was under the impression," he says, raising a brow, "that syrup is for waffles."

[hey35andholding]

She pulls out a large bottle of the blue raspberry flavored sort. "Around here, you put it in everything from your coffee to your seltzer." She shrugs. "it's good. They serve it all the time at circuses."

[herr_bookman]

Autor turns it around with a napkin--because ew, stickiness--and looks for the ingredients list. He doesn't expect to find anything which can be made into explosives, but he's been surprised before.

Like his hand warmers, for example.

"This is just sugar," he says. "Really, really terrible forms of sugar. And people put it on shaved ice where you come from?" He adjusts his glasses and gives her a look. "Intriguing."

[hey35andholding]

He's looking at the wrong cop if he wants explosives (though she can certainly find them for him, if he's got the cash.)

"Right. If you want the kind with juice on it, go for the shaved ice." She also doesn't suffer anyone gladly.

[herr_bookman]

Nope. He makes his own.

"So shaved ice is just a Sno Cone without syrup, but with juice," he says, blinking.

Then he shakes his head. "Well, I'll take a tin of Darjeeling tea, a tin of Assam, a ceramic cup, and some hot water," he says. Then he adds, as an afterthought, "please. What's on your shirt?"

[hey35andholding]

A man after Junior's own heart.

"And with bigger chunks of ice. It's softer, the sno-cone is more grainy."

She has to roll her eyes a little when he changes his mind. Has to. She bends to fetch the tins of tea, then pauses at his question. "You come from a time before sequins?!" she considers this wildly unfortunate.

[herr_bookman]

Autor blinks, and shakes his head. "People have adorned their clothing with strass long before I was born. I was mostly trying to confirm that these were paste. Which is a silly question, really, but princesses are sort of a dime a dozen, you know."

The boy sniffs primly and prepares his complicated cup of tea with dignity.

[hey35andholding]

"Well, you've come to the wrong bar if you're looking for a princess." She is wearing a real diamond adornment, but around her neck, not on her finger. "But thank you for noticing."

She pours him a cup of hot water and then passes it carefully along; the last thing she wants on her tab is another shattered cup.

[herr_bookman]

Autor almost snorts, amused. Have I really? But his fingers still on his teacup at her next statement.

"What do you mean by, 'thank you for noticing'?" he asks, trying not to sound as suspicious as he feels.

Or, more importantly, as confused.

Is she sad about that? What would she have to be sad about? he thinks. Or does she really mean anything about it at all? Thank you for noticing...

He examines her again, keeping an eye out for a Security badge.

[hey35andholding]

Clem only means herself, naturally, but the closest she's ever gotten to meeting a princess was fangirling at Wonder Woman. She rolls her eyes at Autor's question, thrusting out her gleaming cleavage and the pendant between them. "THAT!"

No, not THOSE. THAT.

[herr_bookman]

"Ergcch!" Autor says, and has to grab onto the edge of the bar to keep from falling off his stool.

"Stars and garters," he says, and his blood just about evaporates out his ears. "Are you trying to give me a concussion?"


[OOC: I cannot breathe. Well played.]

[hey35andholding]

Clementine rolls her eyes as hard as humanly possible. "Believe it or not, that isn't the weirdest reaction they've gotten, but I was pointing at the diamond."

[OOC: I couldn't resist!]

[herr_bookman]

"Of course I noticed the diamond!" he says, throwing his gaze anywhere but her and her trauma-inducing gazongas. "That's why I was looking at, um, the other ones. To see if you were--you know what, never mind."

Oh, look! The 'this is fascinating' quotient of his tea has jumped up a billion points.

TRAUMA INDUCING GAZONGAS DYING

[hey35andholding]

She rolls her eyes. MEN. Awkward men especially. She leans back but refrain from buttoning the girls back up. "You wanted to know what I meant," she points out reasonably.

We live to serve. <3

[herr_bookman]

"Yes," the flustered boy gasps, "bless you, yes, I did." Then he adds quietly, "And also whether or not your outfit really was made of diamonds, as there are princesses here... Not that any lady needs a rock-encrusted anything to be noble."

I need to indulgence this next week

[hey35andholding]

"Good. Nice to know they're noticeable. Well, you seem like you know what a royal look like. But back where I come from they're dripping in class and rocks from head to toe."

Ahaha... Glad you're enjoying this thread as much as I am! <3

[herr_bookman]

"Ah, yes, those of us better fed and better clothed," he says finally getting around to preparing a bracing cup of tea, "and most times completely ineffective, past the turn of the century.

"After that, we have a few whose titles may as well be in name only, who blend in effortlessly with a crowd of commoners," he says. "The reveal is usually dramatic, or sheepish, or both."

The boy glances at the door and a smile briefly slips past his bristly defenses. It's almost fond. "Then there are the rare few who are not royal but royal, whose right to challenge others is their oxygen. They wield the weapon of their authority so well, no one gives a damn what they look like--and they have never been made afraid to meet anyone's eyes."

It's probably clear where his loyalty lies.

[hey35andholding]

She shrugs. "And that's why I'm no princess."

Clem's not in line for either a dramatic reveal or a magical, swooning tribute. But she smiles. "You know something about the third, don't you?"

[herr_bookman]

"Statistically, the best people aren't," Autor says, sniffing primly.

He blinks at the smile, dipping his tea ball in a 3/4 rhythm. "Well, yes, I suppose. I wouldn't have mentioned that, ah, type, if I didn't."

[hey35andholding]

"Aww. Such a flatterer." She shrugs. "It just seemed special to you."

[herr_bookman]

He matches her shrug. But not her gaze. "Well. Of the three, that is... certainly the most interesting."

[hey35andholding]

"Sounds like it. I only have to frisk nuns and shoot at guys in milkshake costumes."

[herr_bookman]

Autor drops his tea ball into his cup with a muted clink! "Wait, what?" he squeaks. "What?"