Happy Hour Enthusiasm
Jan. 2nd, 2015 04:59 pm"Madame Bar?" Feuilly clears his throat and bends over the wooden surface, face going pink. Bahorel may have been joking about this. "Madame Bar, I would like to tend Happy Hour." Does he know what a Happy Hour is? Only vaguely! Has he been here a full 24 hours? Just barely! But by God, Feuilly is determined to meet people from other worlds.
He's relieved when a message on a paper napkin appears. It seems to be assent from the Bar? At any rate, it says Suggested Special: Cosmopolitan and gives a recipe.
So Special: Cosmopolitan goes up on the chalkboard, and he starts finding bottles. Vodka? That's Russian, isn't it? And...cranberry juice...triple sec...?
He's relieved when a message on a paper napkin appears. It seems to be assent from the Bar? At any rate, it says Suggested Special: Cosmopolitan and gives a recipe.
So Special: Cosmopolitan goes up on the chalkboard, and he starts finding bottles. Vodka? That's Russian, isn't it? And...cranberry juice...triple sec...?

