Millitimed Cubefall Happy Hour

[i_am_your_host]

On the third and last day of Cubefall, the Master of Ceremonies, still dressed in silver and beaded fringe, stops by the Bar and receives a note on a rainbow colored napkin. The Bar enjoys it when Emcee hosts happy hours, and she is only too glad to oblige.

After requesting some music, and getting a portable speaker linked to a smartphone, Emcee sets to writing out some specials on the board while shaking her tush to Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance." The playlist for the evening includes other upbeat selections from Queen, ABBA, Madonna, Prince, and the like.

HAPPY HOUR SPECIALS

Your choice of alcoholic (schnapps, wine cooler, etc.) or non-alcoholic (fruit juice, Kool-Aid, etc.) beverage in any of these colors:

Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Purple


With that done, she pours a glass of gin (clear) for herself, and nimbly hops up to sit on the counter.

"Come and get it, darlings!" she sings out over the music.


[OOC: Millitiming this because of bodily difficulties that prevented me from doing it last week. And I really wanted to do it. So! I invite you to put on your Cubefall hats one more time (or not). Feel free to tag each other party style if you like. Thanks <3]

Because why not.

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie Reynolds, who lives in Milliways full time despite her mun's incapacity to actually exist in game, every once in awhile debates a vacation.

Bar encourages this at times, and has provided a wide variety of travel brochures for her to peruse.

(If she chooses a handful, it makes it easier to coerce Splinter into going somewhere fun.)

[ooc: around for about 2 hours from posting.]

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[just_cant_lose]

 
OOM:

Oh darling, let's be kings
I'm a killer in a crown

Jim enters the bar...no. That's not right.

James Moriarty enters the bar, and he's wearing the Crown Jewels. 

Personally, he thinks he's never looked more fabulous. The crown is heavier than it looks on the Queen, and the gown is fucking hot in both senses of the word. The sceptre is nicely weighted, and will make an excellent back-scratcher, probably. But for now, Moriarty surveys the room with a regal eye...then cackles a laugh, draws his gown around him and swirls off towards the bar.

'Something very British I think today, darling,' he says, in his full Irish drawl.

Bar provides a plate of fish and chips, and a pint of bitter. He laughs again, and admires his reflection in the mirror over the rear counter. Looks, and then raises the glass in a toast to himself.

'God save the Queen.'


[OOC: I am literally here all night as I'm watching the results of the referendum come in, and this post is open alllll weekend. Jim's not here to play English any more, unless there's some reason it suits him better. <3]

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[fry_sandhu]

[oom: Light Bulb.]