Happy Hour!

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

Caitlin was still getting used to things and couldn't really comprehend a lot of it. Shaking her head, she comes down to the Bar and orders herself a drink. When it appears she raises a slight brow at the note that came with it asking her to tend the bar. That wasn't too hard considering that's what she did back home. So after her drink she moves behind the Bar and writes a few specials up on the board.

Happy Hour

Skinny Pirate
Hot Irish Nut
Red Marble

Underneath all that... 'Half off on anything relating to pirates or if you can talk like one.'


"Happy Hour everyone!"

[OOC: Sorry about the lateness of Happy Hour. I didn't realize how late it had gotten. This will go on all night more than likely. :) ]



[Tiny Tag: Caitlin, Wilbur]

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[calls-for.livejournal.com]

Cthulhu eyes the drink until a straw appears in it. Then he leans forward and flaps his tentacles up to take a sip.

"Hey, that's not bad."

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"I've not actually tried it."

She's only heard of it. Just like quite a few of the drinks that were around nowadays.

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Me neither, till now," the puppet admits. "Alcohol doesn't do much for me."

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"And you are?"

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Cthulhu!"

He thinks the tentacles are kind of a give away, but maybe that's just him.

"How 'bout you, fleshbag?"

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

The tentacles don't give much away considering she'd just met Wilbur. And fleshbag? She didn't really like that too much...

"Caitlin."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

Nothing personal.

Really.

"Thanks for the drink, Caitlin. I'll swallow your soul." At least he's cheerful about it?

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

Of course not!

"I'm sure you'll find a soul far better than my own."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Doubt it. All you humans are pretty much the same. It's only when you start slurping other species that there's really any difference."

He sips his drink.

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

Okay, the conversation just took a really weird turn here. Slurping other species...

"Right then..."

Yeah, she's just a tad bit confused now.

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Souls, I mean." The Peep disappears underneath the tentacles.

"Got any more of those?"

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

Yeah... still a confused Irish woman but that's quite alright.

"Yes, I do."

She turns and gets a few more peeps setting them down in front of the puppet.

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Awesome." Another one disappears. "You guys got these on the Emerald Isle?"

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"Aye. We've got them on the Emerald Isle."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Good. You know there are people here who've never even heard of them?"

It's tragic!

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"They've never heard of peeps?"

How can someone not of heard... Then again she'd not been there long enough to have knowledge of that. Of those people anyway.

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Nope. It's sad. They've never known the taste of almost soul."

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"You are one weird individual."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"I have been known to cause insanity on occasion." Said cheerfully.

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

She gives a slight chuckle. "I'm sure you have fun with that."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Heh. Sure do. Care to try it?"

Make his day!

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"I'm not so sure I'd want to be insane."

It's bad enough the one she loves has weird abilities.

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"It's very freeing," Cthulhu tells her.

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"I quite prefer being sane."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"You've been insane, then?"