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]

Comments

[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?"

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"No. But I know it isn't good to be insane."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Says who?"

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"My brother."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Is he sane?"

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"Yes, he is."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Then how would he know?"

Smug Cthulhu is smug.

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"Because he's the older brother."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"You're going on age?"

The puppet laughs a little.

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

She raises a slight brow at the laugh.

"Yes."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"I was around before your mudball ever existed," Cthulhu points out.

Smugly.

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"Right..."

Mudball? That was a new one. Then again so was talking to a puppet.

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"I don't need your belief," Cthulhu shrugs. "Not that sort of god."

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"I think you're mainly confusing me more than anything else. But that's alright."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Good! I'm that sort of god."

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

She gives a slight chuckle to that. "Do you need anything else before I go assist other patrons?"

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Box o' Peeps?"

He sounds almost hopeful.

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

The Irish woman grins and turns away from him a moment and then turns back to him setting two boxes of peeps down in front of him. Just in case he wanted one for later.

"There you go."

[calls-for.livejournal.com]

"Awesome," says the Bringer of Madness gleefully.

"For that, I'll save you for last," he promises, peeling back the cellophane.

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

Save her for last? Well... that was rather... nice. Or something. "If you need anything else let me know. I'm going to go deal with the other patrons."