Happy Hour

[collects_ears]

Before you, stands the bartender.

Drinks are his specialty.

Try one and see for yourself.

"Tonight's specials are: Scorpion's Tail, Secret Blue, Shore Breeze and Sid's Special."

Come try something new.

"What'll it be?"

Comments

[collects_ears]

"Ah London, I've always wanted to go visit there - it sounds like quite the place. I come from a land called Tortall myself. Quite unlike your London."

[mal-nightingale.livejournal.com]

"London is quite nice, if a bit rainy. Wouldn't trade it for any other place in the world. What's Tortall like?"

[collects_ears]

"Much like earth of old, as I understand it. They sound quite similar, from all accounts. No electricity or automobiles."

He grins.

"No coffee - something a friend of mine acquired quite the taste for when she arrived."

[mal-nightingale.livejournal.com]

"Ah." Malcolm nods a little, scratching the back of his head.

"You're not really missing much, with no coffee. It's simply the socially acceptable drug."

He shrugs.

"I prefer tea, myself."

[collects_ears]

George laughs at that.

"Glad I'm not the only one who thinks so. Tea comes first in my heart - it always has - I suspect it always will."

[mal-nightingale.livejournal.com]

"Tea's a drink for every occasion," Malcolm comments, smiling.

"And I believe it's better for your health."

[ ooc; Sleep calls. Slowtime, please? ]

[collects_ears]

[[ooc: I was about to beg the same! Excellent. I'll be online tomorrow. G'night.]]