Bartending post

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam is behind the Bar, ready to take orders.

Have at!

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[shelley_winters]

It's possibly not the best idea.

But... well. Sometimes there are worse things to do than get happily drunk. Thus, Shelley hops up onto a barstool and smiles at the wo- hang on- Well, bartender. Never mind specifics.

"Hello!"

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

"Hello!" he returns cheerfully. "What'll it be?"

[shelley_winters]

"I'm not sure!" she says, helpfully. "I'd like to try something new and hopefully alcoholic, but I don't know that many drinks. Um. Help?"

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

"Well... what's new to you?"

[shelley_winters]

"Well, I know wine, and beers and tequila. And irish coffee. Most everything else... not so much. Something sweet?"

Shelley is the most helpful patron evar.

[shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com]

"A Molson please," came the voice of a slightly frazzled FBI agent who was fiddling with the cross necklace she was wearing.

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

"Coming right up!"

[shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." The outfit and person got some casual scrutiny. Though crossdressers seemed normal compared to some things she and Mulder had seen over the years.

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

He hands over her beer with a smile.

"Here."

[shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com]

Scully nodded another thanks, and took a long sip. Fiddle, fiddle, still fiddling with the necklace.

[capt_angie]

Angelina comes over and sits at the bar. She rest's her elbow on the bar and props her head up on her hand. She watches the... man? woman? person behind the bar curiously.

"Nice hair."

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

"Thanks!" He/she beams. "What can I get you?"

[capt_angie]

"Erm... something alcoholic?" she repiles with a grin. "Surpsise me."

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

"Do I get any more hints than that?"

[capt_angie]

"Something with vodka." Another grin.

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

"A good afternoon."

A smiling Magius settles onto a stool.

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

"Hey! What'll it be?"

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

"I.... hmmm.. something new. Suprise me please. I have sampled far too little of what this bar can offer."

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

"Any more specific than that?"

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

"Anything that isnt fruity...? Maybe a mixed drink?"

he chuckles.

"I am a man of habits and have been drinking the same thing mostly since I arrived."

[curlys-boy.livejournal.com]

Kyle walks up to the bar, his eyes barely open and he's looking scruffy, not his usual posh self.

"Espresso please? A double shot."

Face and three o'clock shadow meets the a set of folded arms as he yawns.

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

"Can do." He turns on the coffee machine. "Rough night?"

[curlys-boy.livejournal.com]

"Rough three days." He yawns again, then smiles up sleepily. "I'm on vacation with my boyfriend."

Under the scruff is a happy smile, content almost.

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhh, that kind of rough night."

Knowing grin.

[curlys-boy.livejournal.com]

Kyle wiggles his eyebrows and grins. "Best night in a while. Our other vacations been side-tracked, so we decided to come here for a few days. I'm Kyle."