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[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

Faye's tending bar again this week! She's got a Theme in mind this time.

Carefully, she writes:

Hurricane Party Special!
Due to the fact that a huge storm is brewing in the Gulf of Mexico back home, I'm throwing a Hurricane Party!*
Any drink with the words "hurricane", "flood", "cyclone", "tsunami", "wave", or "tornado", etc, in the name gets 50% off!
Some examples:
Californian Hurricane
Blue Wave
Oklahoma Tropical Twister
Acid Rain


*Faye's a bit more, um, adventurous than I am. No offense meant to anyone in Ike's path! Be safe, be well!

ETA! I'll be gone for a bit from 5-6ish pm, EST, but after that tags will resume. Sorry for the inconvenience!

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Got any brands of beer that fit the theme?" So asks the slightly rumpled looking 30somethimg man.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"Let me look!" she says cheerfully, and rummages behind the bar.

"Ummm... nothing that I'm familiar with, but this Tornado Knockout Ale looks interesting?" she says, holding a bottle in his direction so he can look.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"I am never one to pass up a bargain." He smiles and waits for his drink.

"I'm trying to remember if we've met. I know I've seen you back there before, that's for sure.

"Alex Knox, Gotham City, 1991."

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"No, I don't think we've met!" she says, pouring the beer into a pint glass carefully, trying to avoid a huge foamy head on the drink.

"I'm Faye Whitaker. Massachusetts, 2008. It's a pleasure to meetcha!" She sets the glass in front of him on a napkin and puts the bottle under the bar to be disposed of in a minute.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"I was in Boston a few months back. But I don't know much of the state besides I-90." He sips the beer. "Hm. Not bad. Better than a Bud, at any rate."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Kin I have a Blue Wave?" asks a giant in a trench coat.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing," she says, and pours the ingredients into a shaker, shakes, adds the garnishes, and slides it over.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Thanks."

He takes a few sips.

Then a tentacle wraps itself around the glass. A mouth peels open at the tip, and the tentacle eats the whole thing.

Wilbur rolls his eyes.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

She backs up against the wall.

"I just had a flash of some really inappropriate drawings involving tentacles and nubile young girls. Forgive me if I'm apprehensive."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur just stares at her. He has not been introduced to the concept of hentai yet.

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

Bialar sits heavily on a bar stool. He has left his longcoat behind for once (see above...) and is wearing what appears to be a black t-shirt and his usual leather pants.

"I'll have a Hurricane Laura (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/5705)," he orders briskly.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"Coming right up!" she says, pouring all ingredients into a glass and stirring it before sliding it over.

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

He takes a cautious sip. It's more pleasant than he thought it would be.

"Thank you."

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome!" she says.

She wipes up some condensation from the bartop with a clean towel, and smiles at him.

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

He smiles back a little.

"So this hurricane? It is on Earth?"

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings!" Teja says to the stranger. He doesn't have his axe, today; but he does have his Tyrian purple cloak, and his harp.

"I have seen that hurricane," he announces. "It is truly fearsome!"

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" she says. "You saw Ike? Man, I'm sorry." She winces. "I hear it's a monster of a storm."

[ostro_goth]

"I do not know that it was called Ike -- I think it was named Gustav," Teja ponders. "I went to the city named New Orleans, which as abandoned and ruled wholly by the wind and the rain and flying debris, to help my friend Yrael rescue his guitar and violin from a tavern there, where he had been playing."

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"Ah, New Orleans. Yeah. Gustav happened a little while ago; this is another storm, heading more toward Houston--which is in Texas, which is the state next to Louisiana, where New Orleans is." She takes a breath. "New Orleans is still recovering from a terrible, terrible storm that happened three years ago, named Katrina. Gustav set off the panic buttons, and made everyone flee. At least, in my world."

[ostro_goth]

"Yes, I heard that mentioned, also," Teja says. "We never had such big and strong weather, where my people lived. Large metal sheets were flying through the air as if they were papyrus!"

[vyvyan]

"Hey! I need a hand!" says a voice by her feet.

Vyvyan's severed and very annoyed head looks up at her whilst his body wanders around nearby, bumping into stuff.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"Oh my God!" she cries, picking up his head. "Do I--put you back on your body?"

[vyvyan]

"Yes. And if he's a bastard about it tread on his feet."

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"But... those are your feet?" she says, confused, before walking toward Vyv's body. His body runs the other way. Faye begins to run after it.

[vyvyan]

Vyv's body collides with a wall and falls over.

"Right, you need to cover us both up so nobody can see." Vyvyan says. "Shove us in a cupboard, cover us with a sheet, something."