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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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"Yeah, same back home for me," he agrees. "Though I'm not looking forward to all the assaults and other incidents that'll be waiting for me when I go back through that door.

Mention of Air Force One gets a raised eyebrow. "No, can't say that I've ever had the pleasure."

That earns him a semi-suspicious look. "You a cop?"

Edie is not a fan of the police force as a whole.

She takes another drink.

"It's nice. Tony became president the yesterday, and well, we went to Vegas and got married."

"NYPD Special Victims," he replies. Although he pretends to ignore it, Munch catches that semi-suspicious look.

Her comment about Vegas makes him chuckle. "Why deal with all the ceremony and pomp and circumstance, right?"

Being a supervillainess will make you suspicious of cops. Especially if it's their fault in the first place that you are one.

"This was the third time we've tried. The first two times were going for the big church wedding...this time we decided to just get it done."

And being married by the King isn't bad, in her estimation.

"I don't blame you for forgoing the big church wedding." Hell, maybe that's the reason all of his marriages blew up in his face.

She nods, "The first time, Tony nearly died. The second, there was a big fire. This time, everything went over well."

"Brings new meaning to the phrase 'Third time's the charm'," Munch comments with a sympathetic wince.

She nods, chuckling sardonically. "It happens, I guess."

Munch has nothing to say, only another nod. Hopefully she and her husband will have better luck with their marriage than he had with any of his.

Finally he speaks, if only to keep himself from going down that particular part of Memory Lane. "Anything else I can get for you tonight, Mrs. First Lady?"

Oh, they'll have good enough luck, until the world changes again, and tears everything they've built up away from them. They're pretty used to it; what with it happening like that for forty-five years.

She doesn't like thinking down that road much either.

"Not right now, thanks. But please, it's just Edie."

He nods. "Edie," he agrees. "All right, then."

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