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[mnt_mike]

Behind Bar stands a familiar red-headed man clad all in black.
Well...okay, so he's familiar, but not for being a red-headed man clad all in black...but same difference really.

He looks up from the shot glass in front of him, and begins to rant.

"And you open the door and you step inside. You're inside our bar. Now imagine your past is a while ball of healing light.
That's right, your past.
The past itself is a white balll of healing light

I don't think so

This is your bar. Good to the last pop. It doesn't get any better than this
That is your universe, and it's ending one minute at a time

This isn't a camp. This isn't a weekend retreat.

Where you are now you can't even imagine where that door will take you. Only after redemption can you be resurrected.
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything

Nothing is static. Everything is evolving. Everything is falling apart.

This is your bar. It doesn't get any better than this. That is your universe. And it's ending one minute at a time.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We are all part of the same cosmic compost heap.
We are the all singing all dancing crap of the multiverse.

You are not your bar tab.
You are not the tutu you wear.
You are not the contents of your armory.
You are not your airborne god-like virus.
You are not your White Russian
You are not the ship you fly.
You are not your fucking curry.

You have to give up
You have to give up
You have to realize that someday you might not ever come back.
Until you know that, you are useless.

I say let me never be complete.
I say man I never be content.
I say deliver me from kitchen gadgetry.
I say deliver me from clever art.
I say deliver me from pink skin and perfect teeth.

I say you have to give up.
I say mutate and let the pork rinds fall where they may.
This is your bar.
It doesn't get any better than this.
This is your universe, and it's ending one minute at a time

Welcome to Milliways
If this is your first night....you have to drink."

The board behind Bar proclaims tonights specials to be:

Tequila
Tequeza


And something called...

The Creme of Sum Yung Gai

Comments

[creator_raven]

Raven applauds.

It is not a polite golf-clap.

"You are an orator, perhaps? It is a useful talent, that. Also I am wanting tequila, yes?"

[mnt_mike]

"Yes."

Mike answers the rhetorical question with a bomber's smirk.
He grabs a bottle of Bernard's favorite brand, and pours Raven a drink in a long tall shot glass.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote squeezes between the crowd to lean on Raven's shoulder.

"I will buy you drinks, bird. One hundred fucking degrees. I am ready to jump into the lake with all my clothes on. Or take a jaunt out the front window. It would be cooler out there."

[flame-and-void.livejournal.com]

Rand eyes the menu, then flags down Mike.

"I'll try the Tequila please."

[mnt_mike]

"Good choice. Not the most fun one to say, but a good choice none-the-less."

Mike places a traditional tall thin shot glass on Bar's top, and then pours it full of Bernard's favorite brand.

"Lime?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Look out for the worm." Ace warns from a few barstools down. "S'posed t'be all manly-like t'eat it, but it's a worm in alcohol. If y'must, drinkin' the rest of the bottle first helps."

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara applauds politely.

"I'd like a martini."

[mnt_mike]

Mike blinks at her.

"Are you sure?"

[creator_raven]

Raven grins at her, still clapping a little.

Apparently they had the same idea.

"He is very entertaining, yes?"

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

He eyes her, smiles at her, but says nothing.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"... Is there anything on that board not involvin' me gettin' drunk of'a one glass, or worms?" Ace asks after the whole 'staring at Mike' thing gets checked off today's to-do list. "S'all I want. More'n one drink, an' no worms."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Ultimately, I think that's what we all want from life," Sara calls from a few seats down.

[creator_raven]

Raven pokes her.

"Worms are easier than geckoes, I think. It is the lack of bones."

Ace is obviously very silly for not thinking about that. Yes.

[mnt_mike]

"There's never a worm in good Tequlia...though if you want I can change that just for you."

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

"Fine evening. Fantastic monologue."

Raises his eyes to the board, appearing thoughtful.

"Tequila, in one of those spillproof cups."

He smiles.

[mnt_mike]

Mike....grins.

"Well thank you for saying. I was channeling my predecessor. He just got out of the hospital."

Mike places a bright pink children's sippy cup of tequila.

[creator_raven]

Raven eyes the spillproof cup.

"It is a problem with novocaine, perhaps?"

[wilsons-musings.livejournal.com]

“The Crème of Sum Yung Gai?”

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Are y'sure? I mean, it's like cream of mushroom soup, just with this Sum Yung Gai person instead." Ace asks from her seat at the bar.

Ace just likes disturbing people, sometimes. It's the expressions that motivate her, really.

That, and who can resist cracking jokes about a drink called 'The Creme of Sum Yung Gai'?

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"You worry me sometimes, mate, you really do," says Wells. "I'll be happy with a Black and Tan myself. Though it was a nice speech, all things considered."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Come out ye Black an' Tans..." Ace warbles from nearby. Thankfully, she doesn't go on to sing the rest of it.

Someone's in a good mood, at least.

"An' how goes the life of the Wells, hmmm?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco caught the tail end of the speech. Interesting, if a bit long winded in his opinion.

He peered at the signs, and seemed to be mouthing the last one to himself. Wondering what it was. Did it a few times...

Then, he made a face.

"Urrrggghhh... At least the speech had its moments..."

[mnt_mike]

"I like to call that Joke Grenade."

There's the waggle of eyebrows just for Malfoy.

[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

This particular mun planned on doing her homework tonight, until another mun posted this hilarious here post, and the plan of just working ... well, it died.

Slack is about to ask 'what's in the last one,' before she simply tries pronouncing it herself.

And laughs.

And then decides to do it anyway.

"So! What's in the last one?"

[creator_raven]

"Possibly it is more interesting to make things up?"

Raven is helpful!

[gone_byebye]

"Not my first night by a long shot, but if you could get me a Dr. McNinja, that would be great," says Ray with a grin. "Tonight's probably not the night for a Third Rail. And for the record, a Dr. McNinja is an Irish Car Bomb with sake instead of Bailey's or whiskey."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"... That sounds... painful." Ace decides, after considering what a mixure like that would taste like. "Are y'alright, Ray?"

[chazaqiel.livejournal.com]

"Atlantean, please, barkeep. Leave the bottle." Chaz is lighting a cigarette as he takes a seat at the Bar. He looks remarkably pleased with himself.

[mnt_mike]

"That's a bold order. Does the bold man that orders it have a name? Or should we just put John Doe on his head stone?"

[balletrat]

*Meg eyes the redheaded bartender, and then blinks at the last drink on the board.

(The spelling looks perfectly reasonable to her.*

Do you think, *she says, hopefully, after thinking hard for a moment* that you could put tequila in the coffee and it would still count as being in the spirit of a special?

[mnt_mike]

"I think that we could certainly try...if that's what you wanted. Or maybe I could just give you the coffee, no questions asked."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

A gruff voice from center bar.

"Don't recall you doing a celebratory tribute to me when I got back from Egypt."

[mnt_mike]

"There's a reason for that."

Before Indy knows it, there's a shot of Tequila in front of him.
Better than than Creme from Sum Yung Gai.