BARTENDING!

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Were one not familiar with the situation, one might wonder at the presence of both a toddler and a wolf cub accompanying Garion behind the counter. His son is perched on one of the king's legs, little arms wrapped about his chest as far as they will go; Garion's a rather large man, after all. Geran is awake, though still somewhat nervous of the place and so he's sticking by his father for the moment. Wolf, the cub, has taken it as his duty to explore this strange place a little, but his most important duty seems to be to accompany Geran as his spot just beneath the bartender's stool attests to. The specials are already up on the board, though how he managed it with a child in his arms and a wolf underfoot is his own affair, and one might notice a theme.Drinks
Light and Dark
Blue Light Special
Lighthouse
Killing Light
Do forgive the boy. He's never really been subtle and, after everything, really, he's due just a little gloating.

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[shufti]

A young woman with a four year old baby approaches the bar.

"Hello."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He bows his head to her in greeting.

"Good day. Anything I can get for you, mistress?"

His time away has renewed some of his formality.

[shufti]

[ooc: *headdesks* That should say 'four month old' not 'four year old' in the first post, sorry]

She smiles shyly.

"Orange juice please."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He nods and serves up, nudging it close to her even as he takes care to keep it out of reach of the child.

"Here you go."

He smiles at the baby.

"He's a handsome little one."

[shufti]

"Thanks, and thanks." she smiles, sipping the drink.

"His name's Jack, he's four months old." She glances down and smiles at Geran. "And yours is a little sweetie too."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

The bartender gets a cheerful nod of greeting before Indy picks out a stool and peruses the Specials Board for a little while.

"Killing Light. That's a new one," he says with a nod towards the list. "As lethal as it sounds?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He shrugs and gives Indy a smile.

"I wouldn't know. I just pick the ones that sound interesting."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Heh. That's a risky game."

"I think, in my capacity as fellow bartender, I could be persuaded to test the potency of the unknown." A sly smile. "Y'know... for the safety of the other patrons."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"Then I suppose," he answers as he mixes the drink, one handed but no slower than usual, "that it shall have to be on me since you're doing me such a favor."

He favors Indy with a grin and nudges the glass over once he's done.

"How've you been, then? Anything settle down with you and yours since last I saw you?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy observes the dextrous preparations with a smile that's both amused and impressed. His expression soon sobers though.

"No real change. Mel's still wee, and Raph's still AWOL. Tonks reported back and said that he left the hospital with an aim to going to see 'his girlfriend'. So... I guess we're kinda trusting that he's with Death for now and just seeing if he shows up again, since we've got no real way to contact her."

He pulls the drink a bit closer, but doesn't take a sip yet.

"Mikey's been a bit down about Eddie's passing on. But... thing's could be worse."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe comes through the front door smiling, a small boy perched on one shoulder and a dog leash in his hand, leading a Doberman. He heads for the Bar.

"Afternoon, Garion."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"Afternoon," he answers with a smile. "I see they're becoming common."

He nods to the little boy, and then to his own.

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"Seems so", he says with a grin at Geran. "Yours?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"His name is Geran. He's a little shy, but..." and Garion smiles, "we're rather proud of him."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"As you should be. I know we're proud of Patrick here."

The boy starts to kick to get down, eyes on Geran.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Light themed, are we?"

The new man sounds rather old fashioned, and stiffly polite.

"A Killing Light for me."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He nods and serves up.

"Yes. I suppose I'm being... oddly nostalgic."

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Gone blind recently?"

Purely academic interest.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He looks at the other man curiously.

"Well... no. Though I do suppose it's hard to explain."

He scratches his ear.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Then just a Killing Light for me."

His voice also holds a touch of nostalgia.

[masterofsoresu]

The old man who comforted Garion after his encounter with the uncut Ashabine Oracles looks over the selections, then decides that the outer two are unsuitable for him, one means nothing to him, and the remaining one means a lot. "I believe I'll have a Blue Light Special," he says.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He smiles and serves up, giving the man a nod.

"Hello, sir."

[masterofsoresu]

Obi-Wan takes a sip and is, obviously, suitably impressed. "Hmm... sweet and bitter, smooth and strong." He chuckles. "Rather like me, really." He holds out a hand for shaking. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight. I introduced myself the last time we spoke, but I remember you were rather distraught then."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"Something like that," he answers with a small, tired, smile. "But all said, it turned out all right."

[masterofsoresu]

"I'm glad to hear it." His eyes light up. "And I just realised: I'd seen you before that. You were the young man with the impressive sword, weren't you? In the fight against the Other's demons?"