Late Night Sunday Bartending

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

Something is strange. There's a walking, talking, mouse behind the bar. He's wearing a black cloak as well. He wipes off the bar top while standing on a few boxes.

The board behind him says:

Tonight's Specials

Mickey Mouse
Cherry Cheesecake
Cheesecake
 

Have at!

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[bluespells.livejournal.com]

There is something deeply wrong with Mickey Mouse serving alcohol.

Deeply, deeply wrong.

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

Mickey reaches back for a bottle of alcohol and flips it over his shoulder.

"Can I get you anything?"

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

"I'm not old enough to drink." Billy peers over the bar, curiously. "Actual cheesecake would be nice?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"..........Since when does Disney sponsor the tending?"


There was a very confused Kate staring at the sight. "And isn't that like against the rules for you to be serving alcohol?" Hell people can't even take their heads off of their costumes in public. Much less something like this.

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

"We don't. In fact no others at Disney Castle even know of this place yet. Mike needed someone to fill in, so here I am. I hardly ever get to use my bartending abilities."

He wipes the bar a little bit more and smiles.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"How can you have tending abilities. I mean, you are Mickey Mouse... right?"

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

"This Mickey Mouse is badass," Billy mumbles out of the corner of his mouth.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She glanced over at him, and whispered back, "Billy, you have Mickey and badass in the same sentence. Can you hear the wrong here?"

[gorgonfondness]

There's a mouse behind the bar.

A mouse.

Behind the bar.

Okay, not really shocking considering where they are, but it's still new on Mia.

She blinks briefly before smiling and asks, "Could I have the cherry cheesecake?"

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

Mickey sizes Mia up a bit,

"Ah one thing. This Cherry Cheesecake on the specials isn't the cake itself. If that is what you'd like I can, however, have Bar provide a piece for you?"

[gorgonfondness]

"Oh? Now you have me curious about the special."

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

"Mickey," Riku says with a grin, leaning against the bar. "Hi."

Guess who's missed his hero figure friend?

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

"Riku! It's been a while."

Mickey leans over the bar to hug his friend.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

"It really has," Riku says, and hugs him back. :D. "Which is a darn shame."

He can't swear for real around Mickey. Never could, never will.

[mogget_cat]

There's a cat watching the mouse from the rafters.

Looking conflicted.

It's a big mouse. Bigger meal, it'd save tab money.

Bigger than a demon-rabbit. Probably tastes better, too.

And bartending. ...that may put a kink in his plans.

Wait-rats are off-limits BUT THIS IS NOT A WAIT-RAT.

... Kyo's cousin is a rat and a patron and is off-limits, but he looks like a boy most of the time and this one actually LOOKS like a rodent.

If... a very odd rodent.

It warrents more investigation, he decides, slinking closer along the rafter.

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

Mickey does notice the cat but he goes about his business at the bar at this present time.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

There is a treaty.

But.

1.2% cohesion rate.

But.

Treaty.

He would have been so scared if he could have been scared, with his very essence streaming toward Oblivion and so little self left that they weren't sure a single Elixir could cure him.

Xaldin's pulse is beating twice as fast as normal, and his eyes are dilated, and he is trying to not - start - screaming.

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

Mickey flips a bottle over his shoulder and pours some ingredients in a high-ball glass. He pushes it to the edge of the bar.

"On me, Xaldin. You look like you need it."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Something vaguely familiar here, and it's been a long time since she's seen him last.


"........Xaldin?"

[harmitwithspark.livejournal.com]

A flicker of contained motion and there's a pair of Ninja looking across the counter at Mickey. The left-most one dropped a rolled scroll upon the bar top, nodded, and the pair left.

As promised, it was the meeting minutes from the treaty signing. Minus the portion about being dangled by superiors.

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

Mickey nods at the Lessers.

"Please tell the others, thank you."

[aerora.livejournal.com]

Sora spots Mickey Mouse at the bar. (Never mind that he's 'tending it.)

Frankly, he is shocked to see him there. After all, he hasn't seen him in ages beyond ages.

"Your Majesty!"

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

Mickey smiles as he pours a drink for someone and slides it across the bar.

"Hiya there, Sora!"

[ever_lovin]

Ben has met and seen many strange folks since coming to the bar, Olympians, Jame T Kirk and Wilbur Whatley immediately come to mind as prime examples, but somehow Mickey Mouse is the strangest.

The narrator hopes Mickey will excuse Ben's stare for another minute or two. He'll recover eventually.

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

Mickey flips some bottles and pours them into a glass. It's the Cherry Cheesecake drink. He slides it over to Ben,

"It's on me."