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"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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"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.

...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?"

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.

"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.

"Oh, many times," Munch responds. His mind instantly goes back to some of the stranger cases his squad has had over the years. "Many times."

He's substituted a shot glass for the typical highball glass, and is currently measuring out the mixture for the Spooky Juice.

"My kid's bigger than me right now, and my fiancée's turned into one of my favorite stars and here I am, a tiny cartoon."

He slouches a bit, watching him mixing the drink as he takes a bite of pretzel.

Another victim of Bar's strange sense of holiday humor; now Munch understands a little better.

"Well, at least it's not permanent," he says as he completes the drink. He sets it in front of the squirrel. "There you are."

"Thanks," he says, taking the glass.

He needs both hands to hold it, but at least he's still got thumbs in this form.

"I hope it doesn't last too long. I mean, just once I'd like a holiday change that doesn't turn out awkward for everybody involved."

"It won't," Munch assures him. "It'll probably wear off tomorrow, Monday at the latest."

Depends on what kind of humor the Landlord or Bar is in.

"Oh, good," he says, and takes a cautious sip of the drink.

"It's... weird, being such a different size. But at least I can still fly."

"Well, that's good." He tries to act like he knows what 'Rocky' is talking about.

Maybe this will get easier the more he deals with super powered patrons?

"Well, when you're all of a sudden four feet shorter than usual," he says, "it helps to be able to fly, if you want to get stuff off the top shelf. Or to climb onto furniture. Or to carry things around. I don't usually do it much, but until I'm back to normal..."

He takes another sip.

The bartender nods in understanding. "You gotta use what you have to your advantage."

"So...who are you when you don't look like a flying squirrel?"

He chuckles, and dangles his feet over the side of the bar.

"Ironically, still a squirrel," he says. "Mutant man-squirrel, anyway--a lot taller, human-shaped, with squirrel ears and a tail. And I can still fly."

"Ah." Munch nods in understanding. "Hence Bar's warped sense of humor for Halloween."

"Yeah," he says, picking up another pretzel. "Most of my life, I've gotten Rocky jokes--'Hey, squirrel, where's your moose?' and stuff like that. And now I'm marrying a Canadian and that just makes it worse."

"You're engaged? Congratulations," Munch responds. Combining that with the newlywed Edie, Munch is thinking maybe he should have gone with a wedding theme instead.

Not that that wouldn't have brought back a few unwanted memories...

"She's a great girl," he says. "And we've got a kid together, almost four months old now. Neither of us is really formal, but when you get to that point, especially when you're moving to someone else's world, why not make it official, you know?"

Something nags at the back of Munch's mind when 'Rocky' mentions that he and his fiancee have a child, another patron he served several weeks ago. But it doesn't connect quite yet.

"So, she's moving to your world?" he guesses.

"We can't move to hers," he says. "Most people in my world are ordinary humans, so she'll fit right in. But nobody in her world looks like me."

Munch nods. "Yeah, I can see how that would be awkward."

"But she doesn't have family, and her best friend back home comes in here too, so it's not like she's giving much up. And it means more of a normal life than living here, so... it'll all work out."

"Yeah, I can see how living here long-term would be...weird," he agrees, giving their surroundings a look-over. "But I'm sure everything will be fine."

"I know it will," he agrees. "We've got a real good thing together. And it's rare to find someone who puts up with all your little differences, especially when those differences aren't that little and your habits can be annoying. She's very patient."

"You're a very lucky man." Munch has to bite his tongue to keep from saying 'squirrel'. "Take it from someone who's not been as fortunate in the marriage game."

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