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[blowupthefloats]

"Oh, come on!"

Munch stops as he steps through the door. His wardrobe hasn't changed (thankfully, or else tending bar tonight would be a real pain in the ass), but he hasn't completely escaped unscathed. Pinned to the lapel of his sport coat is an orange pumpkin pin with flashing lights.

Rolling his eyes he pulls off the coat, only for the pin to disappear and reappear pinned to his shirt. "Oh, for Pete's sake."

Tonight's Specials
Spooky Juice
Neon Ghost
Pumpkin Eater

It's Halloween Happy Hour; roll up, for the bar is open!

OOC: [Happy Hour and car keys bait for The Doctor.

Tag o'tiny: sativa, edie napolitano, ryu watanabe]

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[spandexed-edie.livejournal.com]

A Sophia Loren-ed Edie (http://pics.livejournal.com/spandexed_edie/pic/000039z0/g1) sits down at the bar, with a very big "cat that at the canary" smile.

"I think I'll have a Sppoky Juice, please."

[blowupthefloats]

"Coming right up," Munch replies with his best debonair grin.

[spandexed-edie.livejournal.com]

Oh, there's a smile for him as well.

"I'm Edie Sedg--sorry, Napolitano. Just got married."

[blowupthefloats]

"Congratulations." Finishing the drink, he slides it across the bar towards her. "There you are."

[spandexed-edie.livejournal.com]

She takes the drink in her gloved hands, smiling. "Thanks."

The hat gets adjusted a bit.

"This happen often? I'm not generally Sophia Loren."

[blowupthefloats]

"In this place? Yeah," he answers with a grin. "It's Bar or the Landlord's way of keeping us in the Halloween spirit." Munch flicks the pin on his shirt. "Of course, some of us get the treatment more than others."

[theflyingsquirl]

One sulky two-and-a-half-foot-tall grey squirrel in a blue aviator cap scrambles up onto a barstool and peers over the top of the bar.

He looks up at the specials board, and considers how best to order a drink without having to speak. He really can't stand his new voice.

[blowupthefloats]

"Uh...can I help you?"

Please pardon Munch for staring. But even after coming here for two years there are some things he can't get over. Such as seeing part of his childhood come to life right in front of him.

[theflyingsquirl]

...well, if Coreen's not here to laugh at him for the voice, it can't really hurt that much, can it?

He points with one three-fingered cartoony hand toward the board. "Can I get a very small Spooky Juice, and... some pretzels, if there are any?"

[blowupthefloats]

No. Eff-ing. Way.

"Sure," Munch agrees, doing the math in his head on how to scale down the drink for a squirrel's size. The pretzels he sets out on the bar in front of the squirrel.

[theflyingsquirl]

"Thanks," he says, taking a seat on the edge of the bar and picking up a pretzel. "Ever have... just one of those days? The universe is a weird place."

At least he doesn't have his usual preparing-for-hibernation hunger. That'd get even more awkward.

[spandexed-edie.livejournal.com]

Edie looks over at Rocky.

"I know a different Squirrel. He's my neighbor here. Mutant though...not...whatever the hell you are."

Edie's been drinking. She would apologize, if she cared.

[theflyingsquirl]

He looks up at her.

As far as he knows he's the only squirrel here, and if she's his neighbor...

He gestures, indicating vertical stripes, and then the universal sign for crazy, before pointing to her with a questioning look.

[spandexed-edie.livejournal.com]

The glass gets slammed down a little, as the Sophia face gets pissed off Italian-y.

"Don't you say that about him. I'll punt your squirrel-y ass from here to back home."

[theflyingsquirl]

Oh.

He nods slowly, as though something has finally dawned on him... and makes the universal sign for a srs hourglass figure, with extra chest, before pointing to her.

She's not Tony at all, but Edie. Funny, he would've picked Tony as the Italian woman.

[findthegeck.livejournal.com]

"I'm sensing a theme," the girl in the shark costume (http://www.costume-shop.com/images/products/47315.jpg) (whatever a shark is, she stil has no idea) comments.

"Can I try a Pumpkin Eater?" Whether it has any pumpkin in it or not is immaterial, it has the least ghostly connotations.

She's had enough of that kind of thing for the moment, thanks.

[blowupthefloats]

So far tonight he's served Sophia Loren who's not Sophia Loren, and a cartoon flying squirrel who's not a squirrel. So a shark? No big deal.

"Certainly," he replies, pulling out a cocktail glass. "Coming right up."

[findthegeck.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." Hopefully she can manage holding the glass without much trouble. She might need a straw, though. "Also... would you have any idea what I'm supposed to be dressed as?"

[blowupthefloats]

"A shark; Great White, if I'm not mistaken," he responds. "It's like a giant fish, that eats other fish."

[findthegeck.livejournal.com]

"Really? Huh." She muses, "Someone once told me I was 'one small fish in an ocean of sharks.' I had no idea what he was talking about."

[just_the_doctor]

Another misadventure, another set of repairs. Fortunately, the Doctor has found that Bar apparently has some form of temporal access to a Gallifreyan machine shop, or something equally effective.

So, here he comes in from the back door, setting a list down on the bar. "If you would be so kind, could you find these parts for me?" he asks her sweetly, not noticing the bartender at all.

[blowupthefloats]

"You're going to have to wait a couple hours; right now's her down time," Munch comments, glancing up from wiping out a highball glass.

[just_the_doctor]

He frowns briefly, then shrugs and smiles again. "Everyone needs a break now and again. Might as well take one myself. How about some tea, then, if you would?"

[blowupthefloats]

"Coming right up. How do you take it?"

[just_the_doctor]

"Milk, two sugars, thanks," the Doctor replies. "I've not seen you behind the bar before. New around here, or just roped in to cover a shift?"