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So, apparently, the well-thought-out evil genius plan these days is blowing things up. Chuck doesn't know why, because he's nowhere near the evil genius status.
(Of course.)
Regardless, the whole thing blows over when he defuses Laszlo's bomb on an extremely tenuous 'if you're lying about this, then you must be lying about that' line of reasoning that would do Vizzini proud.
So the question on all minds is, obviously: Chuck Bartowski, now that you've rescued the inhabitants of that building that was going to be blown up, what are you going to do next?
And the answer?
Happy Hour Specials
Raktajino
Tarkalean Tea
Vesper Martini
Buzz Beer
Chocolate Milk
HE'S going toDisney World Happy Hour!
(Of course.)
Regardless, the whole thing blows over when he defuses Laszlo's bomb on an extremely tenuous 'if you're lying about this, then you must be lying about that' line of reasoning that would do Vizzini proud.
So the question on all minds is, obviously: Chuck Bartowski, now that you've rescued the inhabitants of that building that was going to be blown up, what are you going to do next?
And the answer?
Raktajino
Tarkalean Tea
Vesper Martini
Buzz Beer
Chocolate Milk
HE'S going to
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"Excuse me...can you tell me about these drinks?"
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Yep.
It's a Bond drink.
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He grins at the specials board.
"You got a favorite, out of those? One you'd recommend?"
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Hey, he'd seen plenty of reruns as a kid back in the '80s. He considers for a moment exactly what the implications of it might be.
"Do people usually put stuff in it, like milk or sugar? I'll try it, whatever way people usually drink it."
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But her detour to the mall somehow gets even more detoured.
Oh well. She wanders up to the bar, still in her scrubs from work.
"Chocolate milk? Really?"
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HE LOVES HIS CHOCOLATE MILK D:
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Then she reads the rest.
"... or most of those," she concedes. At least she knows what "chocolate milk" is.
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CHOCOLATE MILK IS COMPLETELY APPROPRIATE.
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But she's not feeling in the mood for chocolate milk, or a martini or beer, however, and so glances over the specials again.
"I'll... have whatever that tea is."
(Carla hasn't been around long enough to worry it could contain... eyeballs. Or something.)
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Tommy sits at the bar, takes one look at the specials...
"What the hell kinda crap is that?"
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"Drinks."
Do not insult his drinks. :|
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-_-
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Back on the station, things are slowly settling into a monotonous rut of sorts only ever highlighted by his
shinynew habit of approximately weekly lunch dates with the station's commanding medical officer.However, he didn't expect to see such familiar drink options on the Happy Hour Specials board. It's...interesting.
Sidling up close to the bar, carefully assessing the strange features of the human barkeep (he's never quite moved past his fascination for aliens, do forgive him). "I am given to understand the Tarkalean tea is very good, but I have never had the opportunity to try a genuine cup of it. Please, barkeep, a cup if you will."
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WE MEAN.
"Absolutely."
:D :D :D
He has his tea in short order.
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Sliding the tall glass-with-thin-graceful-handle along the polished wood, Garak then cups his hands around the delicate piece of art and inhales deeply of the fragrant fumes.
Spicier, more scintillating in scent than anything the Replimat could ever replicate, and suddenly he gets a sense of the whys and wherefores of his young friend's endless fascination with the stuff.
"My name is Garak." He looks up with a congenial smile and his chin tilted slightly up. "I don't believe we have met."
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:D!
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Why yes, his voice is exactly like it is in the show. Charming intonation included, because no, Garak does not use Universal translators.
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