Happy Hour...of the future!!!!

[gonna_live]

Once upon a time in the magical world of Milliways, Kaylee and Eddie Dean were having a conversation. Kaylee said wistfully that she'd always wanted to try bartending, only...mechanic, and lack of time. Well, says Eddie, How about you take a shift and see what it's like?

So. Cookies have been dropped off at the Dean residence as a way of saying thanks; the Black Books of Bartending Lore under Bar have been perused (on Eddie's advice), a few specials have been chalked up on the board:

Specials:

Wooly Mitten
Pink Cello
Tangerine Dream
New Canaan brandy

And Kaylee is leaning on Bar, looking eager and adorable. You know how it is. Sometimes you just want to duct-tape her mouth and drop her in the hold for a month.

"Hey, folks. Happy Hour's open. What'll you have?"

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[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Paaaaaaaaaancakes!"

There is a Steph. Inna Robin suit. On a flying skaterug. Hovering at the bar.

"...are you new? Do you do pancakes? Or is it just drinks? Cos I'm not twenty-one, so drinks is boring."

[gonna_live]

Kaylee likes the skaterug.

"I'm substitutin' for Eddie." Grinning. "And...let's see..."

Below Bar there is a very nice looking hot plate thing, plus skillet. Kaylee takes it out, sets it up on Bar. "Reckon I could. What do you want in 'em?"

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Ohh, sweet!" Steph beams. "Lemon and sugar, please! I'm Steph."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Hey, what happened to Eddie?"

[gonna_live]

"Takin' a well-deserved night off while I try my hand at bartendin'. He'll be back next week." Friendly, open smile.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Um."

Not sure how comfortable he is taking drinks from a newbie.

"...what's the...New Canaan brandy like?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie is reading at the end of the Bar, justincase. He's got a paperback book called A Million Little Peices, which he is not particularly enjoying.

"Man, this fucker's never been a junkie in his life," he mutters to himself. That's what you get from shopping off the Best Seller table at the Strand.

Should've brought the Bill Denborough book about people who get turned into zombie by their iPods, dammit.

[gonna_live]

"He hasn't?" Kaylee is leaning on Bar next to Eddie, only on the other side.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"I seriously doubt it," Eddie says, making a face at the book. "It's supposed to be based on a true story, but."

[caramel-colored.livejournal.com]

Hunter glances briefly at the specials board, some time after she finishes her beer.

"Anything up there not brightly colored?"

Blame the pink.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee looks entirely too pleased with herself. "Mostly not, no -- but the brandy maybe ain't quite so brightly colored as the rest of 'em...?"

[eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com]

Easter slides into a stool and grins over at the tender.

"Hey cutie, I think I'll try that Tangerine Dream, if you've got a minute."

[gonna_live]

There's grinning back. "You got it."

She admittedly is half-hoping for Morpheus to stop by; it was vaguely in his honor that she picked it.

While the drink is in progress: "How's your night goin'?"

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Someone has been very wary of Eddie's timeslot ever since the spider...thing.

(no, Mordred's never getting over it...a spider in the family.)

So, it's with caution that he fades into view. Seeing Kaylee, he sinks onto a stool in relief.

"Oh, thank god."

[gonna_live]

There is beaming. "Or Eddie Dean. He never looked quite so much like God to me, but...you never know, do you, in this place." Beat. "What can I get you?"

[colour_girl]

Iris walks up to the bar from outside, a scarf around her neck. She glances over the specials.

"Could I have a Pink Cello and a Tangerine Dream?"

She smiles at Kaylee.

[gonna_live]

"Shi a." A quick, warm smile back, and Kaylee sets to work. "How's it goin'?"

[stbethadettes]

All this time here and Beth's only done the Happy Hour thing once. And that's only because the guy behind the bar practically did a song and dance to get attention.

She's never seen this chick tending the bar before.

"So what's better? The Pink Cello or the Tangerine Dream?"

[gonna_live]

"I'm a little biased toward both, I gotta confess, but...what goes into the Tangerine Dream is just about the shiniest stuff I ever had. 'S called Mandarine Napoleon, and...that's where the tangerine part comes in."

[mogget_cat]

*A Buckley pads softly down the Bar towards her, looking perhaps woefully thirsty.*

[gonna_live]

Well. We can't have that.

There is head-scritching. "Hey there. Bet you wouldn't say no to some milk."

Most cats don't, in Kaylee's experience.

And lo and behold: a dish. With milk. Life is good.

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Guess what the newbie bartender needs? It's a robot, red and dark grey mostly, except for a white face.

He stumbles over to the bar and sits sloppily down at stool. Sloppily in that it takes him a few tries.

"Hi!" he rasps, blinking at Kaylee. He favours her with a grin as sloppy as his skills in sitting on inanimate objects.

[gonna_live]

...well. Takes all types to make up a bar at the end of the 'verse.

"Hey there." A grin. "What can I get you?"

[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

Sadly, the vampire is far more a pastist than futurist. Biologically speaking, at least.

"They all sound thoroughly intruiging. Do you have any recommendations?" He seems far less interested in drinking and more into talking to the barwench.

[gonna_live]

"Tangerine Dream's probably my favorite thing up there -- though you should probably know that the only thing ain't sweet up there is the brandy."