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[dreamer_fray]

So, Harth had been leaning on Bar - on his left arm, the right shoulder's mostly healed, but still painful - feeling bored after the other day's action.

But then a napkin appears in front of him. He stares for a second.

Says, "Seriously?"

The answer, apparently, is yes. Seriously.

With a grin, he vaults over and ducks underneath to rummage around behind the bar, bringing out a cocktail recipe book. He flicks through a few pages, mostly in the section beginning with B.

"Leave it in my hands," he says, all but rubbing his hands together and cackling, and grabs a piece of red chalk and heads for the Specials board.

HAPPY HOUR - Half off

Bloody Brit
Bloody Mary
Bloody Maria
Blood of Satan

Bloody Surprise

Taste one without asking for the recipe, you can have it free.

Occasionally, as discovers new ideas in the book, between serving people, he writes new names on the board. Icluding some he makes up. Fear.

[OOC: On pause for half an hour while I grab dinner. Back soon!

And as of 02:50am GMT, I am GONE and bartending is closed. Slowtimes all around? Good night!]

[Tinytags: Richard MacDuff, Pirate King]

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[melodicalstats.livejournal.com]

Richard had never been much of a risk taker, a fact only marginally weakened by images of him climbing up an apartment building to his girlfriend's flat one crazy night, but that was a memory he was perfectly willing to block out, if the universe would be so kind as the let him.

The universe, as everyone knows, is not.

After all, despite not being able to forget a series of events he'd rather forget, he had, on the other hand, forgotten Susan's date.

By now, he was hoping to just get drunk enough so that it wouldn't hurt as much when he got back.

"Don't have to tell me the recipe, mate, but I would like something really strong."

[dreamer_fray]

"Doable," says Harth. "Care t'pick one at random, then? None are weak."

Not helped by the fact that Harth has his own system of measurement.

[melodicalstats.livejournal.com]

"Bloody Brit, then, I think. The Bloody Mary's going to be no surprise to me."

Bloody Mary's were always nice to drink in airports, if only to disguise the sheer ugliness of them.

[dreamer_fray]

"Might be, the way I normally have 'em," Harth grins. "Sure, gimme a sec."

He grabs a martini glass, then shovels some ice into the shaker, before ducking behind the bar to find the other ingredients.

When he strains the drink into the glass, it's bright red, and clear.

Also? Strong.

[melodicalstats.livejournal.com]

Thoughts? Thank god.

Richard took a large drink out of the glass with no reserves. He was the sort who could take his drink rather like one memorable hobbit. Setting the glass aside, he rubbed his face with his hands and attempted to look like a man who was having a normal day.

Then failed miserably, when remembering that he was not one who came by normal days very often. In fact, normal days becoming more infrequent as the days came by, rendering them rather abnormal as a result.

He supposed this frightened him. To his state of mind and to the state of his life.

"I haven't seen you around before." he commented idly to the man on the other side of the counter. "Richard MacDuff." He would be shaking hands, except he was holding his drink rather like his life would depend on it.

[agloriousthing]

"A Bloody Mary, good sir."

The Pirate King paid for a room for a night or two and feels much better though he's still not going to deal with the Major General and Frederic's smugness just yet.

[dreamer_fray]

"Sure thing, good- pirate!" says Harth blithely and heads for the fridge to get out the tomato juice.

Only people who actually annoy him get the nasty surprise drinks!

Oooh, tabasco sauce. How much of that was he supposed to use again?

[agloriousthing]

"Pirate King actually, that does look good."

There's a hint of music at his name.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth blinks.

"...'Kay then, your majesty."

Where's that vodka?

[e_delmar]

Ennis sidles up to the bar and takes a look at the drink list before sitting down and, without further thought, ordering a whiskey.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth peers at him brightly - that's a nice hat! - and turns to get the drink.

Then pauses, eyeing the Milliways whiskey selection, which suddenly appears to be bending the laws of physics slightly.

"Uh," he says, over his shoulder. "Got a preference?"

[e_delmar]

Whatever's cheapest, to be honest. But Ennis ain't seen his tab yet, so he just shakes his head no.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth shrugs, and picks a random bottle.

He peers at it, then shrugs and reaches for a tumbler, tossing it idly up and down before opening it to pour, then slides it over.

"Here y'go."

[mogget_cat]

Yrael wanders over, smirking. Interesting theme, she thinks.

She eyes some of the new names written on the board, beneath the original five.

"I'll try that third one from the bottom."

[dreamer_fray]

"This one?" he asks, leaning over the bar to peer at what he's written, and tapping with a finger.

"Sure thing!"

Where'd that bottle of chilli vodka go?

[mogget_cat]

On the left, there, behind the bottles of pepper and cinnamon vodka.

"Yeah, that one. Sounds interesting."

[dreamer_fray]

Yum.

Harth grins and squeezes two lime halves into a shaker. Superstrength - not just for fighting, anymore!

"Should be. I've been reading this book for awhile now. It's good!"

[iamhismummy.livejournal.com]

Nancy wanders up, looking at him askance.

"Bit young to be that side of the bar, aren't you?"

[dreamer_fray]

"Only technically," he says, and grins. "Want anything?"

[iamhismummy.livejournal.com]

"...yeah, all right", she says after a moment's hesitation. "Bloody Mary, please."

It's the only one she's heard of.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth grins encouragingly and heads for the vodka.

"Spicy? Not?"

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Tilda blinks at the specials board.

"Hot chocolate, please. --Without any blood in it."

[dreamer_fray]

"Aw, but it's so tasty!" says Harth, then winks.

"Sure. Blood-free beverage comin' up."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

She giggles.

"Not to me, I'm afraid. But thank you."

[dreamer_fray]

"Not a problem," he says breezily, reaching for the cocoa with one hand and pouring milk into the blender with the other.