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milliways_bar2008-01-15 09:05 pm
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Happy Hour
Indy is on duty behind the bar tonight. It's a typically no frills appearance, but all things considered, he appears to be in good spirits. After a quick stock check and a wipe down of the counter, he chalks the following loosely-themed offerings onto the board:
He then arms himself with a strong and heavily spiked cup of coffee (in case the youthful turtle boys show up again), and prepares to take some orders.
"It's Happy Hour, folks. What'll it be?"
He then arms himself with a strong and heavily spiked cup of coffee (in case the youthful turtle boys show up again), and prepares to take some orders.
"It's Happy Hour, folks. What'll it be?"
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"How about yourself?" he inquires.
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"'Fraid I don't know her. Who is she?"
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"Maybe she's just... lost her door?"
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"Maybe leave her a note?"
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"I'll consider a note"
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Indy gives him a fairly sympathetic look.
"Good luck, buddy."
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