Bartending

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Without the cat this time, Bartleby wanders in.

"Anyone want anything?"

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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

Windows 95 bows. "Hello, Bartleby-san. RAM, please."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Hey... uh... Windows, right? 95? I might have a problem with that RAM - the bar's not working at the moment. Let me go talk to the kitchen."

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

"95, yes," she replies, pleased that he's saved her file name. "I am sorry to hear of the malfunction. It... isn't a virus, is it?" she adds with trepidation.

[warudosahakingu.livejournal.com]

Haruka looks at the woman at the bar in surprise. Japanese -- that's a bit unexpected.

When her order was taken care of, Haruka spoke up. "Excuse me, Bartleby-san? I am Ten'ou Haruka, the... er... I know Tomoe Hotaru. I see her name on that board behind you - can you explain why it is there?"

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

95-san catches Haruka's look and gives a nod and a pleasant smile. "Good day."

[warudosahakingu.livejournal.com]

"Konnichiwa, Windows 95-san," Haruka answered, bowing both politely and gallantly.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"I've never met her, but I would guess it's because she has a tab here."

[warudosahakingu.livejournal.com]

"Ah... so that is her bill, correct? Because she stays here, eats here...?" Haruka dips a hand into a hip pocket, retrieving a slim wallet and pulls several notes therefrom. "I would like to contribute this to her 'tab', please."

It's an amount that covers the unconverted figure on the board... about ten times over. Haruka hasn't had to worry about money for some time, even if it wasn't for Hotaru.

"Oh, and have you seen a man named Peter, or a different man with green hair?"

[agentjeanqualls.livejournal.com]

A tall attractive blonde walks up to the bar and waits for the bartender to have a free moment.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby turns around, and smiles when he sees her. "Hey. Drink?"

[agentjeanqualls.livejournal.com]

She smiles back.

"Mocha, please."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie slides onto a bar stool and waits for Bartleby to attend to the other customers. His foot swings idly, and he's humming.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby hands a coffee over to someone and glances over at Charlie. He smiles.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie notices and gives a small wave back, smiling too.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders over, in human form.*

I truly could use an Atomic Cat, if you would provide me with one.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Sure, dude." The drink comes quickly. "Anything else?"

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael blinks slowly, thinking. He sips at the drink, and smiles.*

Perhaps some fish for the evening meal. Grilled halibut with lemon-sage for preference, pesto encrusted.

*he sits at the bar, then looks around.*

Did you not also have a cat? A kitten? Where is it?

[do-the-job.livejournal.com]

*A man with a banjo aproaches the bar.*

You work here?

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Bartender."

[do-the-job.livejournal.com]

*He smiles, glad to find a way to get drinks that doesn't involve rodents.*
Wonderful. Any chance i can get a Dos Equis?

[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

Chiana enters without entrypost for once, maybe mun will write one in later. Her forehead was scrunched agaisnt a headache that she knew full well came from the drinks she had last night. She smiles slightly at Bartleby, while she sits at the bar. " Could I get a coffee, please?"

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Sure. Chiana, right?" He passes over the coffee.

[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

" Yeah, and Bartleby is you, right? Thanks, it smells good. " She takes a sip, appreciating the caffeine.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walks up to the bar followed closely by Armand.

"Hello Bartleby......can I get a root beer?"

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Sure, dude. Hey Armand." He hands over the drink.