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[fanofthegenre]

When the door shows up for Beckett for the second day in a row, it comes as a bit of a surprise to her, but she heads toward the bar without hesitation, hoping to at least get a cup of decaf out of the deal.

Instead of a cup, a napkin appears in front of her. She reads it with a frown.

"Really?"

Another napkin appears. Beckett reads that one, too.

"Alright," she finally agrees, shoulders sagging in surrender, and slides under the bar to set everything up.

"Just so you know, I'm not very good at--" A third napkin appears and interrupts her. "Fine. But you're going to have to help me."

The specials board immediately changes to a list with Bar's handwriting:

HAPPY HOUR

Cop Car
E Pluribus Unum
Holly Golightly

Beer, wine and other mixed drinks available upon request.

Beckett's eyes read over the list and she makes a face.

"Funny."

A fourth napkin appears: this one with just a smiling face drawn on.

[tiny first time bartender tag: kate beckett]

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[fanofthegenre]

Beckett eyes the skirt suspiciously, but doesn't comment on it as she watches the woman struggle to take a seat on the steep stool.

Her personal answer to the solution of strong drinks is vodka. Lots and lots of vodka. So she starts mixing one of her personal favorites and hands it over when she's done.

"Hard day?"

[kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com]

"Slightly yes." Reaching up the kitsune hooked stray hairs behind one of her ears. "My dear, dear brother decided to hold a costumed party. Of course I took the dare to wear this partiular dress and, well, apparently it does not like doorways."

Leaning against the bartop slightly Inari grumped as she had to sit up straight again. "How in the heavens did you women wear these things? I'd have revolted or something. Really. Corsets? I'd almost think a man invented them."

[fanofthegenre]

It's all Beckett can do not to laugh at that last comment.

"You'd never catch me in one of those, alive or dead," she promises, leaning forward to let her elbows prop her up on top of the bar. "Thank God I wasn't born in the seventeenth century."

[kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com]

"Or the 19th century as well." See Inari? She's jealous of Kate being able to lean agianst the bar as if nothing were stopping her! It's not fair. There may be a little pouting.

"Give me a good kimono or.. something not so.. restraining and I'm fine. But, goodness!" The drink is much welcomed and enjoyed as she takes a sip. Vodka is a drink she has surprisingly not had before and, in a way, it has a kick sort of like saki.

Carefully the Goddess sat the glass down offering Kate a warm smile. "I don't think I have seen you here before- of course, I do manage to stay away for periods of time due to work. I'm Inari."

[fanofthegenre]

Beckett smiles slightly. There's something endearing about the other woman that she can't put her finger on just yet.

"I'm Kate," she replies, choosing not to give full name or title just yet.