http://allstarchuck.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] allstarchuck.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2009-06-08 06:58 pm

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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 to Disney World Happy Hour!

[identity profile] 52-dropoff.livejournal.com 2009-06-08 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Charlie studies the drink list. He has no idea what any of them are. Well, except the chocolate milk.

"Excuse me...can you tell me about these drinks?"

[identity profile] 52-dropoff.livejournal.com 2009-06-08 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll guess that Buzz is just a brand of beer I don't know. But the others...where's Tarkalea, for starters? And was do you add to a martini to make it say vespers?" He's not going to order any of them. He's just curious.

[identity profile] 52-dropoff.livejournal.com 2009-06-08 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"A caffeinated beer...doesn't that defeat the purpose of a beer?"

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[personal profile] theflyingsquirl 2009-06-09 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
Here, have a mutant, finally recovered from that whole being-worshipped thing over the weekend. He's in a good mood, even if he is walking proof that it is possible to have an impressive case of bed-hair on one's tail, if one happens to have a tail.

He grins at the specials board.

"You got a favorite, out of those? One you'd recommend?"
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[personal profile] theflyingsquirl 2009-06-09 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"What is that?" he asks. "I don't think we have it back home--or at least, not that I've heard. I'm usually a beer or soda man, myself, but what's the point of living if you never try new things?"
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[personal profile] theflyingsquirl 2009-06-09 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
"No kidding?"

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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[identity profile] nurse-espinosa.livejournal.com 2009-06-09 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
In Carla's opinion, there are still too many guys in her living room right now. Which is why she doesn't go straight back to the apartment.

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?"

[identity profile] nurse-espinosa.livejournal.com 2009-06-09 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think I've seen that in a Happy Hour before."

Then she reads the rest.

"... or most of those," she concedes. At least she knows what "chocolate milk" is.

[identity profile] nurse-espinosa.livejournal.com 2009-06-09 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"All right, all right..."

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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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2009-06-09 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oh cool, they've got Happy Hour here.

Tommy sits at the bar, takes one look at the specials...

"What the hell kinda crap is that?"
gavin62truck: (ur shittin me)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2009-06-09 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right. Drinks that I ain't drinking. Gimme a whiskey, straight. It's not a- Tarka-whatsis tea, but surely you can handle that?"
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2009-06-09 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He snorts a short laugh. "You're not gonna get me to drink anything on that board by making faces like that."

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[identity profile] betterthantruth.livejournal.com 2009-06-09 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
It has been a good long while indeed since the floorboards of Milliways creaked from the light, unassuming step of this particular humble tailor.

Back on the station, things are slowly settling into a monotonous rut of sorts only ever highlighted by his shiny new 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."

[identity profile] betterthantruth.livejournal.com 2009-06-10 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you kindly."

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."

[identity profile] betterthantruth.livejournal.com 2009-06-10 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Chuck. Chu-k. Ch-ukk. Alien names. Honestly. Utterly charming, but just as nonsensical. "Chuck, my good man, it is a pleasure to meet you. Say, you look quite at home among the myriad of bottles - you wouldn't happen to do this for a living?"

Why yes, his voice is exactly like it is in the show. Charming intonation included, because no, Garak does not use Universal translators.

Universal translators r 4 n00bz