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Charlie comes down the stairs, and is a little surprised at the note that pops up on a cocktail napkin.

"Sure, I can, for a while. Let you catch some sleep." He patted the bar top lightly, cocking his head to read the next note. Specials board is on the bottom shelf, with the cocktails book. He retrieves them both, and sits flicking through the pages for a few moments, before he smiles widely.

This could be trouble.

Happy Hour
Specials:
French Kiss
Hop, Skip and Go Naked
Jack Off
Blow Job *
Orgasm
After Sex
Shots half-off

*free if shot properly
[[OOC: post open till midnight EST, and the mun ~~is calling slows on all threads until morning of same timezone~~.]]

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There's a chuckle and scritches for the kitten, as Charlie leaned on the bar. "How'd you get up here, little one?"

Chairs and stools and climbing, great daring jumps, and perhaps an undignified, scrambling dangle or two -- that's how any kitten climbs anything, and Count is no different.

He leans into the scritches, then climbs onto Charlie's arm. One of his humans!

"I've missed you too, in the day and a half I haven't seen you." He holds Count up to his chest, nuzzling the top of his head and letting him rub his head against the obligingly petting fingers.

He set down a tiny bowl of cream for him, still absently petting as he set him down on the bar. "Where's your other dark-haired human, hmm?"

CREAM!!!

For the moment, nothing else exists for the kitten as he greedily licks it.

Humans, bah!

"Or enjoy your cream." He shakes his head at the cat. "I'll wait, your highness."

"What for, my Charlie?" says a voice from somewhat further down the bar. While Charlie had been feeding the kitten, Teja had approached quietly, and leaned on the bar, watching his little kitten, and his beloved.

"You. He was going to tell me where you were, and apparently got distracted." He smiled, leaning forward.

"Want something?"

"I want a kiss from the bar-tender, but that is not on the list," Teja says. "Many lewd things are, though. What a typical offering!"

"Why would I advertise something I really only give to you?" he chuckles. "I can get you something similar, if you don't mind it being fruity."

"I would rather have the thing itself," Teja says, "than a fruity drink that merely takes its name."

Pause.

"Afterwards, I might think of things to drink..."

Charlie laughs, shaking his head; but he gives him one anyway, leaning forward to give Teja a light kiss.

"I've got something you might enjoy, anyway. It's not too sweet." He reached for a shot glass, and poured the layered drink. "Angel Dust."

"Not too sweet, and no Vodka?" Teja asks. "Then, I will gladly try it, if you recommend you."

Pause.

"And it has no lewd name, either."

Teja would not even ask what all the lewdness is about, particularly.

Charlie has the strange and perverse desire to hear people say things they normally wouldn't, is all. He finds it makes people laugh, usually.

Which is a good thing. "No vodka, and not too sweet. Hazelnut liqueur and vanilla schnapps." He slides it across with a considering look.

"The names are just a joke. To make people laugh. Or at least smile."

Teja would still not admit that he does not quite know what the constant talk of 'blowing' is all about.-

"You make people say these things, then jokingly flirt with them," Teja says. "It is very much like you. I find that I do not mind at all -- that is what you are like, and I am allowed to touch your soul, which is the rarest of privileges."

Pause.

"I love you. Truly!"

They'll get to it sooner or later. "I do that, yes. I find it entertaining, and lightening for everyone's mood."

He smiled slowly, but brightly. "I love you too. Very deeply."

"It is a very Charlie way of lightening the mood," Teja says, "but I find it amusing, truly, not offensive. You are yourself, and should be!"

"Mm. Maybe I can amuse you further by flirting with you." He smiled seductively, leaning forward.

"Want an Orgasm?" he asked brightly.

Indeed, he can do this -- it is Charlie, and nothing to be feared!

"From you?" Teja says, "You might try giving me one!"

"Well I might have to wait until after my shift, unless you want a drink," he chuckles.

But he sets the shot glass down in front of Teja with a grin. "Try it, it's got peppermint."

Teja drinks, slowly. "Why is it called that, apart from the amusement value?" he asks, looking deeply into Charlie's eyes.

"It's that good. Other than the joking title, I really don't know." He smiles lightly.

He looked back, smiling gently at Teja. "You have pretty eyes."

"Given the choice between this drink, and the event that gave it its name," Teja says, "I would chose the true event! And I mean not to belittle your drinks-making skills by this."

Pause.

"Some things never change, and one of them is the feeling a man has, looking into the loving eyes of the one dearest to him."

These words merit another kiss, as if in proof.

Charlie stayed silent for a moment. "Is that a request?" he asked quietly, absently swirling the liquid in a bottle he wasn't looking at.

He smiled at the kiss, and the words that went with it, looking down quickly. "I like that feeling, as well. It's something I'm still not used to."

"It will take time for us to get used to, you and me both," Teja says, pressing a butterfly-light kiss on the brow over Charlie's downcast eyes. "And i wish not ever to get wholly used to it! I would ever keep at least some of this breathless amazement that I am feeling now."

Charlie sighed quietly. "I suppose it will. And I enjoy the breathlessness too. It just feels so strange, like I have no room to take a breath."

He looked up enough to kiss him back, lightly. "I want to make you feel what I do. But as yet I don't have a way to." He smiled.