Sep. 13th, 2016

Happy Hour

Sep. 13th, 2016 06:59 pm
makesthings: (easy smile)
[personal profile] makesthings
Sameth enters carrying four sheathed knives, all small, lightweight and of different metals. Younger Jim's commission reminded him of how many spells can be put into knives and the possibilities of them.

He's been working for a few days and now at a stopping point, so his shirt is clean and his hair a little wet when he enters. At the counter, he considers notes when he gets one of his own and smiles, its been a while since he bartended and will give him time to think about the knife and if he should let Security know.

Specials
Royal Silver
King's Gold
Iron Butterfly


Once he's happy with the specials, they suit the kind of work he's been doing, he gets a glass of wine and a roll from the kitchen before looking around to see who's about.

(OOC: Open until it scrolls or another happy hour goes up, whichever comes first. I'll be here for most of the night.)
auxin: (evidence)
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There's an incredible smell coming from the kitchen.

Auxin had been growing a whole load of tomato plants out back. But, as they're prone to do, the entire lot have come down with blight (the bastards!).

Blight doesn't harm humans, but it's not very good for other plants, so he pulled the whole lot down earlier and burned the greens, and is now in the kitchen making a huge batch of green tomato chutney.

It takes a while to cook, so if you want some, follow your nose and have a chat.
bigarmy_strangepants: (Bleary)
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[[OOC: Context: Ragnar had some very uncomfortable ideas planted in his head by young!Moriarty, and then walked off into the mountains to get drunk think about them.]]


The back door to the lake and garden opens, and Ragnar Lothbrok walks in. He looks a bit dirty and scruffy, and if you get close, you'll notice that he smells of unwashed Viking.

He walks up to the bar and orders a pint of beer, which he drains to over half mark before putting it down again. He sighs, opens his magical belt pouch, gets out a bottle and puts it on the bar counter where it vanishes.

And another.

And another.

And another...