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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?"

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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.

"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."

He smiled. "There has to be some alure to the drink, no?" His Roman accent had quite an effect on his words, though he apparently had no problem speaking English.

"Shi a." Kaylee's used to accented English. Goes with the territory in her 'verse. "So -- you up for tryin' anything?"

He looked momentarily confused at the Mandarin.

"Oh- Tangerine Dream sounds interesting?" He took a seat at the bar and smiled. "That was an Asian language, no?"

"Mandarin. Chinese dialect. And -- just a minute, and I'll have that right up -- "

There is work-setting-to.

"Take your time- I am in no hurry." Santino unfortunately doesn't speak Chinese, simply from lack of necessity, though he has a habit of getting the gist of things.

"And -- here you go." She sets it down in front of him. "How's your night goin'?"

He smiled and accepted the drink, taking a sip. Santino made an appreciative sound and took another.

"Quite good, though it is even better now. Oh- did I introduce myself? I'm sorry, I am Salvatore." He set down the drink and bowed a little in his seat. Just in case, he offered his hand for shaking. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?"

Kaylee shakes. "Kaylee. Mrs." She grins, a little.

It's still kind of a new thing.

"Mrs Kaylee. A pleasure indeed." Santino's hands were warm and soft, full of life, totally unlike those a man of his build would possess. Santino was apparently a peasant with soft hands.

"Please -- just Kaylee. Standin' on ceremony don't ever seem to help conversation much, I've found."

"Though it can certainly make one feel more important, when necessary." He replied, jovially.

"So you have been to China?" He asked, now intensely curious.

Kaylee shakes her head. "Nope. We're a long way ahead from what used to be China."

"In what way?" He asked, tilting his head a little. Unlike most men, Santino's eyes tended to focus on those he was talking to, rather than stare at her anatomy. Of course he could see it, though there was no need to stare.

"Well...'s 2519, where I am, and...we've been away from Earth-that-Was for...a couple hundred years by now."

Santino's eyes went wiiiiide.

"Truly?"

Cheerfully: "If I'm lyin', I'm dyin'."

Santino laughed a little. What? It's cute.

"Incredible- that far into the future?" Wait a second. "Why 'Earth-that-was'? Is it no longer Earth?"

"Nope." Still cheerfully. "We struck out a couple hundred years ago -- too many people for the world. And we found a bunch of new planets, and set 'em up, and...that's where we are."

"And you haven't found your way back?" He asked, breathlessly amazed.

"We...wouldn't really want to. There's not really anything there that's of use, or that people can live off of."

"That's true." He looked perhaps a little sad at the idea. "And to think we began there."

Kaylee's silent; it's always a little weird telling people what happens like this. A little awkward, too.

She picks up a rag and begins to wipe down Bar.