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Happy Hour...of the future!!!!
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?"
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:
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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"Star Trek. It was a television show in my world. Though around here, I wouldn't be surprised to find that it's actually the way things were somewhere else."
She shrugs.
"Their ships were always these huge, elegant things with sliding doors and voice activated computers."
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"So all the gloss and shine on the outside hides something that doesn't work quite right? Typical."
She shakes her head and sips her drink.
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Easter looks a little incredulous. She doesn't know a lot about engines, and less about spaceships, but that sounds bad even to her.
"Carbon monoxide poisoning on a massive level can't be good. I think I'll stay with my feet firmly planted on the ground, thanks."
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Easter laughs lightly.
"I'm not even terribly fond of airplanes, though once I rode on a thunderbird. That was kind of fun."
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Easter tilts her head a bit.
"The airplane, or the Thunder bird?"
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"It was a bird that some of the early people in America said made the lightning and thunder by beating it's wings. Among other things. It was like riding on lightning. Literally."
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"Of course, they really don't like it if you pull their feathers too much."
She sips her drink thoughtfully.
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She makes a face.
"Let's just say that you don't want to fall off the back of a lightning bolt. Though I didn't get dumped, they really aren't passenger birds. It was a bit of an emergency."
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Sometimes Kaylee is slow to realize that logic does not apply to things like thunderbirds.
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"It was exiting. Probably not something I'm ever going to try again though."
Actually, it was kind of hot, just not as hot as you'd think.
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She shrugs again, and sips her drink.
"What made you want to fly on a space ship instead of staying on your world?"
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Easter frowns and has to remind herself that she has no power to prevent such things from happening in Kaylee's world.
"Certainly better than all that. You are happy on your ship then?"
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"Good."
She smiles and reaches over to pat her hand gently. It is a bit of a blessing, that.
"I am glad of it, Kaylee."
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"So what is it you do when you're not ridin' on thunderbirds and whatnot?"
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"Not a whole lot, actually."
She blushes and swirls what is left of the liquid around in her glass.
"I was.. um.. a goddess. But goddesses are a bit out of date in my world. We do what we can to get by."
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