When Yrael refused to wake up to acknowledge the accumulating napkins informing him of his impending bartending shift, Bar turned to other methods. The waitrat Ivanhoe relished the opportunity, certainly, shoving the sleeping not'cat off the countertop with enthusiasm.
Of course, the hard landing on the floor was still only enough to wake him long enough to switch shapes, put up the Specials Board, and switch back, curling up on the Bar to fall back asleep.
Happy Hour Specials!
Top Cat
White Lightning
Green Eyes
Fuzzy Bastard
Wake the cat and get your drink half-off!
Bribes accepted and encouragedThe cat snoozes below.
(ooc: Open forever! Tornadoes Suck. I'm heading downstairs.)