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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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"Then I'd go with the French Kiss. It's pretty good, get you started."

"What's in it?" Tommy asks dubiously.

"Amaretto, Irish cream, white chocolate liqueur. It's pretty good."

"Okay, I'll try it. Sounds good."

And silvery-white's his color, after all.

"It is. almost as good as the real thing." Charlie layers it with the help of the back of a spoon from the bar, moving the tall shot across carefully.

"There you are."

Tommy grins and takes it. "Thanks, dude." He doesn't quite drink it in one shot, but he's so fast you wouldn't be able to tell. "Yeah, it's almost as good. Close as you can get with a drink, anyway."

"You're welcome. My name's Charlie, by the way." He smiles and extends a hand to shake. "Depends on who you're kissing, as to how close it is."

"Tommy," he says, taking the hand and shaking it slowly (for him). "True. Spin the Bottle? Not the best experience, that's for sure."

"Never played it, but nice to meet you, Tommy." He had to wonder. "What is Spin the Bottle?"

"It's this game that kids play a lot -- young teens. You all sit in a circle, and you go around, spinning the bottle for each person. Whoever the neck of the bottle points to is like the kissee. You can totally pass if you get, like, someone of the same sex since that's kind of taboo or whatever for most people, but then you get made fun of. Anybody else, you pretty much have to kiss."

Tommy grimaces.

"She tasted like rotten cheese, bleck."

"Sounds...." he cocked his head. "Interesting. Can't say I've ever done something like it, with the exception of playing for forfeits, with regular games."

"Playing for forfeits?" Tommy cocks his head back.

"Yeah. If you're playing cards, for example, and you lose, your opponent picks something you give them. Clothes, a kiss, whatever's been agreed upon," he explains.

"So kinda like strip poker, but you get everything all at once."

Hahaha. Strip poker. Tommy can't help but crack up a little.

"Interesting."

"Well generally you only get one thing." Charlie laughs, shaking his head. "Can't say I've ever played strip poker...strip most other things, but never poker."

"Really? It's pretty common, where I'm from."

"I guess it fell out of style." He shrugged. "Kissing people is fairly....nonchalant in my world."

Tommy shrugs back. "Depends on who it is, in mine."

"Who wouldn't you be able to kiss?"

"Well, like. You can't just go around kissing people, and. My teammate's kinda got a boyfriend from here."

And he's kinda got a mad crush on her that's so blatant it's not even funny. After she kinda saved his life.

Charlie smiles. "Well not just anyone, you do have to at least know them." He cocks an eyebrow. "Who's your teammate?"

He notices that look at the word teammate. It's cute.

"Kate Bishop. Long hair, wears a lot of purple."

"Oh, I know Kate, and Will. Good people."

"Yeah."

Exactly.

See his problem?

Ah. Well.

"That bad, hmm?"