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

[srsdrinker.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't want to waste a red on that," he says.

Down goes moonshine number two.

[salver]

The water lands in front of the musketeer.

Bobby's holding up four fingers.

[srsdrinker.livejournal.com]

He squints and reaches for the water glass.

"...four."

It's a statement, not a question, but it takes some thought.

[salver]

"Yep," Bobby says, and nods too, for good measure. "How about it? You in for another, or you want to switch to something a little less poison?"

[srsdrinker.livejournal.com]

He debates.

"...I'd kind of like to remember the evening. What d'you suggest that ain't as poison, good sir?"

[salver]

"Depends on how hard you're wanting to go. I'm partial to whiskey, myself -- can't much go wrong with Glenlivet. If it's a beer you're after, Sam Adams makes a fine lager."

[srsdrinker.livejournal.com]

"I'll try the Glenlivet," he says.

[salver]

That's a bottle Bobby knows. He finds it without much trouble, and pours into a clean glass. "Here's hoping it goes down better than the cactus."

[srsdrinker.livejournal.com]

"No offense to the cactus," he says. "But I think anything would go better than it."