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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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"Obviously," he shook his head lightly. "I only had something like three drinks, and I'm quite used to a light hangover."

He set the next shot glass down in front of Yrael, vaguely smiling. "There are times I really do wonder how much you can drink."

"I would tell you, but I do not remember. My sister and I challenged each other to a drinking contest, once, to celebrate my new-found freedom. It took the whole evening. We fell from our chairs at nearly the same moment, though I passed out a few seconds after her."

Smug.

That was a Yrael response if Charlie ever heard one.

"I should have expected that answer, really." He rolled his eyes amusedly. "So, next up is a Blow Job. You want to shoot it right, or cheat and use your hands?" He'd been wondering what the not....quite human one might do with it.

"Jason showed me how it was done," he grins, "during one of my own Happy Hour shifts."

He's very fastidious. He's seen it done, but never done it, himself, so he is careful.

... the whipped cream chooses to be contrary. Though, how it found its way to his hair, the worlds may never know.

Charlie shakes his head on a sigh that was trying not to be a laugh. It mostly failed that mission. "How on earth did you manage that?" he chuckles, handing over a napkin to get the stuff off his face with.

"Do you want me to show you how to do one properly, without the mess?" Though if he's being that honest, he doesn't mind getting a little messy, sometimes. It's just rare.

"..." Yrael says, wiping the sticky stuff out of his hair. "I've seen it done without the mess. That was just my first try."

He is holding off a pout.

Charlie has a look on his face that plainly says 'Oh, really?' all over it. "You mean to tell me that you drink enough to make a sailor blush, and you've never tried a hands-free shot before?"

He obviously does not believe this. "Watch, cutie." He takes his shot quite easily, though he does have to comb his hair back out of his face once he sets the glass down.

Yrael sticks out his tongue at Charlie's disbelief, and at Charlie showing off his technique. "The recipe book doesn't mention which are supposed to be hands-free," he mutters.

"No, that comes from being bet one too many times that I couldn't do it."

That smile almost matches Yrael's, though Charlie raises an eyebrow at the tongue being stuck out. "Showing me that and not using it, again? How cruel," he winks.

"Apparently I don't use it as well as I thought," Yrael smirks, dry as the Sahara, as he checks his hair again for stray whipped cream. "I might need practice."

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