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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"Shi a."

The best part about working behind a bar? You get to play with the funny little hoses that have six different kinds of soda in them. The one for Coca-Cola is next to something called Cheerwine -- which Kaylee makes a mental note to try at the first available opportunity.

She sets the glass down in front of him. "That wasn't too, I don't know...lackin' in form, was it?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

He laughs. "No, it's fine--but the bar coke from the hose has a different carbonation level for using in rum and coke and drinks like that. It can taste a little flat, all by itself."

"There are bottles in the little fridge under the bar--I go through 'em like water."

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"Oh. Oops." Kaylee grins, and ducks down below the bar for a minute, resurfacing with a bottle. "And here comes the part where I'm wishin' I was wearin' coveralls, 'cause it's a hell of a lot handier keepin' an opener on me than it is forever layin' it down."

Opener is found, and used. "There we go."

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"Thanks," he grins. "You're doing fine."

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"Xiexie." Beaming. "This is pretty shiny, I gotta say."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"It's a great job."

[gonna_live]

"Yeah, if you don't go around givin' people flat Cokes." Grinning. "I don't know -- how long did it take you to get used to everything?"

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"Well, I used to bartend back in the world, back before I took my drug habit full time. But this place is a whole new world. Fortunately, it's the only job I have, so I spend a lot of time studying stuff. You're always finding new things."

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"Yeah? Like what?"

Beat.

Hopefully: "New kinds of paper umbrellas?"

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"I actually discovered an entire bottomless drawer of garnishes just Monday morning, down to your left."

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Kaylee goes:

:O

:D

And opens the drawer.

And comes out with a miniature fishbowl, with fish in, on a stick.

"Shiny."

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The microscopic fish dart around and make kissy-fish-faces at her. "Magic... spreads. This isn't just a magic bar, it's a magically well-equipped one."

[gonna_live]

Kaylee...might make a fish-face back at the fish.

And looks at Eddie, and grins. "Damn straight. Best thing ever."

Beat.

"Can you make a fish-face?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

He does, quite well. There's even flapping his hands in front of his ears v e r y s l o w l y.

[gonna_live]

Eddie could totally write a book called How To Crack Up Substitute Bartenders, by Eddie Dean, a.k.a. Mr. Awesome.

Because he's experienced.