Jun. 20th, 2020

princeinexile: (Weary)
[personal profile] princeinexile
When the door to the Fire Palace opens and Zuko walks through, it's what qualifies as night on both sides of the bar. (At least, as night occurs in Bar's simulated cycle.) The once-prince, now-lord has seen better days and certainly kinder nights, with bruising under his eyes and the haunted look of one who has seen terrors that refuse to leave entirely.

There was a lot that happened these last -- ten, God, was it ten now? Almost? No, not quite, not quite there. No. But close enough that he can still remember the stink of his own burning flesh. His mind revisits the glow of his father's fiery hand and the afterimages it left against his retina.

There are new things, too. The Kyoshi warriors handled his fourth assassination attempt recently, and all he can think is how that his father knew how to deal with this. Mostly by being a tyrant, but still. Ozai knew the costs of rule, and Zuko is learning them as they cut a little bit more from him.

Zuko isn't a tyrant, though; he's an exhausted young man who has nightmares and insomnia, instead. He asks for warm milk from the bar, plain, and takes up a chair by the fire, though he does not look at it. Instead, he watches Milliways and sips his drink, letting old ghosts be driven from his mind by a warm hearth and the soft soft sounds of the bar at night.
sunbaked_baker: (Default)
[personal profile] sunbaked_baker
The sun was just a brightening smudge on the horizon this morning when Rae had commandeered one side of the bar's kitchens and had gotten to work. She had actually started preparations the day before, thankfully, so the morning's work was relatively straight-forward. Not that there was a shortage of things to do, of course.

Now many hours later, she emerges from the kitchens, face glistening and flushed from the heat of the ovens and stove, her red hair held back by a blue, sunflower-dotted kerchief. She takes off the flour-dusted apron that had been protecting her colorful clothes and hangs it up on a nearby hook before getting down the specials board. Soon enough, the board is hung back up for the bar room to see.

Sunshine's Summer Solstice Happy Hour

Drinks Specials
- Summer Sangria
- Citrus Gin Slush
- Rhubarb, Grapefruit and Thyme cocktails
- Ginger-Tea Lemonade

Savories and Sweets
(all are vegetarian)
-Green Tomato and Dill Tartines on homemade five-grain harvest bread
-Fig, Goat Cheese and Caramelized Onion Bruschetta on homemade five-grain harvest bread
-Mini Blackberry-Lavender Cheesecakes
-Snow-Day Strawberry Custard Bars
-Earl Grey Buns with Dark Chocolate and Cocoa Nib Filling (baker is seeking name suggestions!)
-Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head
-Chocoholia
-Bitter Chocolate Death
-Lemon Lechery
-Morningstars

Alcoholic Ice Pops
Peach Moscato and Raspberry
Lime Basil Gin
Watermelon-Mint Tequila
Bailey's Coffee and Cream

Non-Alcoholic Ice Pops:
Chai Tea Latte
Earl Grey Latte
Vanilla-Mint Lemonade
Strawberry-Basil Balsamic
Honeydew Melon and Mint
Hibiscus-Rhubarb
Ginger, Hibiscus and Minty Watermelon


So maybe she over-did it. That's what a lack of sleep is for, right? Anyway, it's hot out. Sunshine settles behind the bar with a strawberry-basil ice pop of her own, and calls out, "Happy hour, everyone! Happy Summer Solstice!"
green_vagabond: woodies (woodies)
[personal profile] green_vagabond
Snufkin walks into the bar, followed closely by a group of small, childlike little creatures. (www.google.com/url)
He glances around, realizing he's in the Bar. No matter.

Snufkin approaches the Bar and asks, "Miss Bar, could I get several bowls of beans for these little ones?"

A handfull of bowls are soon placed on a table, and the Woodies gather around eagerly, digging in hungrily.

As for Snufkin, he just sits down, looking more than a bit tired.
mane_event: A Lion cub with an ingratiating smile (Hey Unca Scar)
[personal profile] mane_event
If you're sitting an a booth or a table in Milliways right now, this happens:

A lion cub just leapt on to the opposite seat, or another chair at your table, put his front paws on the table, and his head on his paws, and is now looking at whatever it is you've got on the table.

"Whatcha doing?"