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Specials:

Moon Quake Shake
Blue Moon Martini
Full Moon Fever

Mun has just stood outside in the cold Irish night to watch a total Lunar eclipse, and so when Buffy walks behind the bar tonight, she scribbles up a rather meta-laced trio of Specials.

It's like a fun game!

Guess the theme!

"So, what'll it be?"

[OOC: As always, I'm here until I drop asleep. Feel free to threadhop, tag in and slowtime (as I'm liable to need to do it eventually, too~) or just tag-and-run. Tag tag tag! :D]

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Marian wanders up, looking at the specials speculatively. Without any sadness or embarrassment, she says gently, "They don't sound very familiar. Any advice?"

She nods, and looks back at the specials again, just to double-check what they were.

"Well, they all have alcohol in them. The 'Full Moon Fever' has the most; the 'Blue Moon Martini' has the least. If you want something that tastes kind of the same as one of them, but without alcohol, I'd suggest a cup of coffee," she says with a grin. "Or I'll mix up anything you want."

"I am unsure," she admits after a second, glancing at the names as she talked about them, before looking back at her. "I've never tried the larger percent of the things I've seen offered here. Which one would you advise?"

She laughs a little.

"A cup of tea, then. Less caffeine, less hangover."

She's not being condescending. Just trying to be helpful.

"Especially if you're not used to the cocktails we can mix up here."

"I've had tea, wine, mead, water, milk and juices," Marian says, sort of in rote, without emotion. "I spent the last week sticking to the things I've always known."

"I-uh," Marian pauses, offering the strange small smile. "I wanted to try something new. I've been here a full week today. Maybe if you made a smaller amount of one?"

She nods.

"That's okay: I can do that."

She checks the directions, and mixes up the Blue Moon Martini with a half the measure of the gin, making it up with olive juice. A little dirty, but less alcoholic.

"This is like the Blue Moon Martini, but I've put in less alcohol, and a little olive juice. Which will probably make it something like a Dirty Blue Half Moon or something like that. Should be okay, and not knock you on your ass."

Marian took it, staring at the blue color with some small fascination. Taking it, making sure not to tremble and let the small glass slip, she took a drink.

She let in linger and then swallowed. It had a very dry reaction, and yet the flavor left was a little sweet, reminding her of her occasional medicine. She blinked, surprised, "That's very...different."

"I'm getting pretty good at Martinis," she says with a grin. "I have one regular customer, and I think they're his favourite. Trademark. Thing.

"Good to know it doesn't suck, though."

She takes a moment to scribble it down on a pad she has sitting by her hand.

Martini. Strange word, strange drink. She nods, "I'd say try it on him. The sweetness at the end helps with the dominating arid flavor."

"Well, I have the recipe. I'll try it on him next time he comes for my shift."

Buffy makes a mental note to come downstairs more often than 'every Saturday night'.

"Thank you, again," Marian says with a tip of glass, looking only for a second at the notepad of notes. Regarding her solemnly, she says, curiously, "I don't think I've seen you before--though I am quite new-- I'm Lady Marian."

"Oh, probably not. I'm being a hermit lately. It's a thing. I'm Buffy Summers, your Saturday evening bartender. And sometimes, I come down on days that don't start with 'Sat'. Only sometimes."

She smiles, and puts the pen down.

"So, what are you a Lady of?"

Marian's lips widened into a smile at the small joke about the days. "Of Ravenskeep. It's a holding in Nottingham; though its very far back in most of the world histories that I've met here."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You too." She hasn't ever read any of the stories about Robin Hood, but she had thought that it was weird that an Englishman had an accent like Kevin Costner's. And that's about the only way she knew where Nottingham was.

"I'm probably the same, then. It's 2001 for me."

Marians smiled brightened. "Somewhere in the middle then. I met a man two mornings ago who flew a star ship in the 3000's. This place really is a wonder."

She stares a little.

"Wow. The most 'in the future' person I've met, as far as I know, was like... a year or two."

"I was shocked, too. He seemed to be out of it, but said he was Captain of the," she pauses, her eyes looking upward, thinking hard. "Enterprise? Something Enterprise. There was another formal title before it."

"He came from Earth, too."

"This place will never stop being cool," she says, and grins. "But it must be crazy for you, with the - you know, a couple of thousand years in the future kinda thing."

"Big," Marian agrees, her voice deep on that one, so small, word. "Though not as strange as the boy two nights ago."

"I met a boy who claimed to be someone I've known all my life, but he wasn't. And he claimed to know someone with my same name for his, but I wasn't. It was, perhaps, the most disconcerting yet."

"More than the passed time or new things," Marian said softly, regarding her drink again.

"Have you seen a Gigapet yet?" she asks, curiously. "Because if you haven't seen a Gigapet, then you have no basis for comparison, really."

She shakes her head.

"But yeah, I was told that there are different universes of the one place. One of the girls I used to know... in my world, she's in prison. But in her world, she's a blue-skinned princess on an alien world, expecting - or probably already had - a baby."

"Giga pet? I don't think I've heard of the like."

"That does sound rather confusing." Marian admits, trying to make her mind wrap around different universes. That was strange. "Was it hard to adjust to?"

"It's a little weird, having to try to instinctually remember not to hate someone. She... wasn't very nice. As you maybe figured out by the whole, 'prison' thing. But she was one of the first people I met here. And it helped, a lot."

"Mine, too. Though still new." There is a frown, slight, but there is more of an air of regret to it than displeasure. "There was some yelling and, well, neither of us seemed to know what to do."

"Smile and nod. Or, you know. Turn and run. Either work."

This elicits a laugh. An unexpected one even, causing a blush to follow it right after.

"I'm not partial to running away from upsets." Marian shakes her head, the smile from the laugh staying quietly. "Maybe for a moment, but I have to tackle it head-on afterward."

"Yeah. But sometimes, running's okay. Saves your life, even. Arguments can wait."

She smiles.

"So, who was the guy? If he was claiming to be someone you were dating, he was probably just hitting on you."

"I think I may just keep that in mind, in case, other people from my...umm, universe?...show up."

"But, Will, he's too noble for that," Marian said, as much defending her version of Will as the Will she met. "He's a friend of Robin's. More an acquaintance of mine."

She nods.

"Hopefully not hitting on you, then?"

Marian nods, "Much too in shock to consider it even."

"And much too loyal," she added as for thought. "Robin Hood is akin breathing to him. He could no more make a move against his thoughts or wants, than he could suffocate himself."

Not to mention she wasn't quite keen on her only opinions or emotions of Robin....but he, on the other hand, continued to make his case quite strongly. Even in just looking at her.

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