bartending

[salver]

All Bobby wanted to do was come in for a six-pack so he didn't have to go out for one. He's got his own idea of what he needs to be doing -- there's a sheaf of papers ripped out of a book to translate and send down to Cheyenne to be pieced back together, and there's his battered old copy of The Milagro Beanfield War to reread for the fifth time -- but apparently the bar has other ideas.

"Yeah?" Bobby asks the bar. "What's in it for me?"

A note appears.

Bobby smiles.




Shortly thereafter, he slings a towel over his shoulder behind the bar, and chalks something up on the board in very precise handwriting:

SPECIALS

MOONSHINE MADE FROM A CACTUS

I DIDN'T ASK WHAT KIND OF CACTUS AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU

AND IF YOU GO BLIND IT'S NOT MY FAULT; CAVEAT EMPTOR

Looks like happy hour is open.

[Open until ten Mountain time! Threadhop! Try the moonshine!

And for the record: there is no known liquor made from the cactus.]

[ETA: The witching hour has happened! All threads are slowtimed. Thank you for tagging in! And good god, what is WRONG with you people that you would subject all your characters to CACTUS MOONSHINE. *laughing*]

Comments

[salver]

"What it says on the label," Bobby says cheerfully, gesturing to the board.

It should perhaps be noted that the giant glass beaker out of which he is dispensing the cactus moonshine with a turkey baster does not have a label on it.

[untiedtheknots]

That giant glass beaker looks awesome.

"Then hook me up, barkeep," she says, pulling up a stool.

[salver]

"Yes ma'am." Bobby pulls down an empty glass and reaches for his turkey baster. "I've been offering water for chasers -- you in for one of those?"

[untiedtheknots]

"No offense to any of the fine people who came before me, but chasers are for pussies."

[salver]

"Hope your tolerance is real good." A shot's worth of cactus moonshine goes in an empty glass, and Bobby sets it down in front of her on a coaster. "Good luck."

[untiedtheknots]

She salutes him with her glass.

"Much appreciated."

And down.



"Holy shit," she says somewhat hoarsely.

After clearing her throat, she adds, "That's some stuff."

[salver]

"Thought it might be." He's nodding. "You want to go for another, or will that do you?"

[untiedtheknots]

She thinks a moment.

"One more, I guess. Think I might sip it this time, thought."

[salver]

"Might be a good call."

Out comes the turkey baster again. "And you want some water with that, you just let me know."

[untiedtheknots]

"Sure thing.

But who do I have the pleasure of getting my booze from this evening?"