Happy Hour!

[un_fallen]

Raguel's not quite sure how he let himself be talked into this, but it's bound to be bad news turning down the head tenders, so he walks behind the comfortingly solid wooden surface of Bar and tries to look like he's done this in the last hundred years or so. After a nervous glance around, he writes this on the blackboard in careful print:

Specials:

Beer Breezer
Flaming Dr. Pepper
Beer (all)

That done, he turns back a little more confidently.

[OOC: Up for new threads till midnight EST!]

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[graycloakdlight.livejournal.com]

Luccio reads the list, before smiling up at him. "'Flaming Dr.Pepper' sounds good. I've never tried that before."

[un_fallen]

"Dunno about 'good,' Raguel says, pouring out the ingredients, "but it sounded interesting when Bar described it to me."

He taps the shot to light it on fire, drops the whole thing into a glass of beer, and pushes it toward Luccio.

"It, uh, doesn't actually have any Dr. Pepper in it."

Helpfully, a fire extinguisher appears on Bar's surface nearby. Raguel ignores it.

[graycloakdlight.livejournal.com]

She feigns a shocked gasp, eyes waaay too wide. "What, you mean ads aren't always true? You're kidding!"

Luccio picks up the glass, slamming it back.

[un_fallen]

"Shocking, isn't it," he deadpans, watching her carefully.

"Any good?"

[graycloakdlight.livejournal.com]

"Actually pretty good. You new at this?" meaning bartending.

The fire extinguisher gets a baleful glare. "Vamos, you." She doesn't need a repair bill added to her tab.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter hasn't been in the Bar for a bit but she's feeling happy when she wanders in on bare and muddy feet and looks at the specials,

"What beer do you recommend?"

[un_fallen]

"I've got a favorite that Bar knows - not sure it's got a name. From the 15th century, Germany, I think. Wanna give it a try?"

[wheatencrown]

"I'd love to. Oh that was a wonderful time for beers, especially among the monks."

She laughs and brushes some of the dirt off her hands, they never quite prayed to her but sometimes they did.

[un_fallen]

"Sounds like you know it well," he says, grinning, and passes a glass of the dark ale over to her - not without a longing look at it.

"You'll have to let me know what you think."

[irredeemableant.livejournal.com]

Eric's helmet is shut when he sits at the bar.

"Rolling Rock," he orders.

[un_fallen]

"Comin' up," Raguel says, passing it over, then leans on the bar.

"Much as I agree with ordering beer in a bar... you can have any one you want in the universe, and you pick Rolling Rock?"

[irredeemableant.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you got a problem with American beer?" Eric asks.

[un_fallen]

"Uh," Raguel says, feeling terribly disloyal.

"No, actually, a lot of it's really good. And hard to get," he adds after a significant pause.

[acts_of_gord]

The specials board gets a brief squint before Gordon glances at the unfamiliar bartender.

"Ottakringer if youve got it," he says.

[un_fallen]

"I think we--" he begins, before the glass appears, "--uh, we can handle that." He passes the beer down to the new guy and eyes it speculatively.

"Or she can. Don't think I've tried that one, myself."

[acts_of_gord]

"Austrian," says Gordon. "You don't see it much anywhere else. I got introduced to it when I was studying over there. It's not bad."

[un_fallen]

"Might try it next time," he says. "I tend to get the same one every time; ought to branch out more, I guess."

[creator_raven]

Raven drops into a seat at the bar, grinning at Raguel.

There are lots of teeth.

It is a thing.

"You are not so much for having taste buds, perhaps?"

[un_fallen]

He pauses behind the bar in his pacing between patrons to level an insincere glare at Raven.

"And what," he asks, "do you mean by that?"

[creator_raven]

Raven laughs.

"That, I think, would be telling, yes?"

[un_fallen]

"You saying it's a secret?" he asks. Actually, he probably doesn't want to know.

"And do you want a drink or anything?" he adds, remembering that he's got a purpose here besides deflecting harassment.

[howling_laugh]

"How much for a long, tall bartender?" Someone is smirking over the bar, perched precariously on a stool.

[un_fallen]

He whips around from where he'd been investigating the mysterious bottles of liquor (some of them don't even have labels) and stares at her.

"Coyote," he says, after a moment. "Evening."

[howling_laugh]

Coyote smiles at him.

"Good evening, Angel. I did not know you were a bartender. Or is it your first time? I promise to be gentle if you get me a drink."

[un_fallen]

"I, uh. Yeah, first time," he says. "Could be the last time, too, so. Heh. Make the most of it."

The situation is making him feel a little weird (sick, if he knew what 'sick' felt like), but at least she didn't bring her new husband along.