Happy Hour!

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

There are many things Ned has yet to check off his proverbial Things To Do Before I Die list, and bartending at any sort of bar is one of them.

(But why not add a couple of extra points for uniqueness? Throw in a bar at the end of the universe, too.)

The Happy Hour specials are written in very precise, neat handwriting and reflect his day-job. It's hard to stray too far away from pie-making, it seems.


Tonight's Specials

Apple Pie in a Glass
American Pie
Mud Pie


He quickly gives the bartop a wipe-down, then turns to the bar space at large.

"Okay. What'll it be?"


[ooc: And the brains have officially decided they've had enough. Slowtimes for all, please! And thanks for tagging!]

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[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"American Pie, ef yew'd be sew good?" asks Wilbur, in his usual accent-from-beyond-the-stars.

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

Ned is usually the tallest in a group of people. He can't remember if his parents were particularly tall people themselves, but the fact is: he's all limbs and there is often quite a bit of looming involved.

So when he sees Wilbur, looking up is a change of pace.


"Uh - yeah. Coming right ... up."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Thanks."

Wilbur grins and takes a seat. He's still looking Ned in the eye afterwards.

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

Ned raises both eyebrows in a sort of guilty way - even if he's got nothing to feel guilty about.

"Need anything else?" he asks, as he fixes up the requested drink.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Some'un tew talk with couldn't hurt."

[fowl_beast]

Did you not notice the large burlap sack with something moving about in it?

You must have, it was in the way when you were wiping down the bar.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

A chicken pokes its head out of the sack. It is staring at you, Pieman.

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

" - getting ready for Happy Hour?" he offers, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

Yeeah. He had no idea there was something in that sack. Something possibly bar-patron-shaped.

[fowl_beast]

"Oh! Lady Bar is sleeping, then? Or whatever it is she does during Happy Hour?"

"How is it that I always manage to come in during Happy Hour?"

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

He offers the ... chicken ... a sort of 'I don't know?' smile.

"Yeah - she's on her break, so I'm taking over for a bit."

Pause.

"Did you want anything?"

Chicken feed?

[fowl_beast]

"Hmmm.. actually, I didn't notice until now, but I am hungry. Can you bring me some shredded beef and some ale in a shallow dish?"

Hmm, seems like Evil Chicken decided to spare Ned the more gruesome details of his dietary habits. The chicken goes back to searching the sack for whatever electric thingamajig was fryied by that lightning strike.

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

"Pie in a glass?"

These words are uttered by a particularly petite piemaker's girlfriend presently perched on a barstool nearby.

"You realize that doesn't sound very appetizing," she points out.

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

"Well, I think it is," he says a little helplessly, offering Chuck a smile.

"Not exactly traditional, no. But it's a pie-flavoured beverage. Can't go wrong with that."

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

She wrinkles her nose, then shrugs.

"We'll test that theory. One Apple Pie in a Glass, please."

Besides, she's never served as witness to his bartending abilities, and this is a change to see it for herself, first-hand.

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

"Coming right up," he says, in a way that shows Chuck he's basing his entire bartending personality upon countless movies.

And then, he sets to work.

"This is the part where you tell me about your life's woes, isn't it?"

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

Just as long as he doesn't try anything from Cocktail.

"If that were the case, I would also be smoking a cigarette and you would lean over to light it. It would be very film noir and loaded with sexual tension."

Chuck sighs dramatically.

"I mean, I guess I could give it a shot, no bar puns intended."

[wheatencrown]

"I'll have an Apple Pie in a Glass, dear."

Demeter gives Ned a smile, he looks like a nice young man.

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

"Of course," he says, returning the smile with one of his own.

[wheatencrown]

"What inspired such a wonderful baking theme to your drinks?"

He's also a rather beautiful young man so Demeter leans slightly towards him on the Bar.

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

"I'm a piemaker," he replies, as he gathers the right ingredients. "Back home, I mean. It's ... sort of my dayjob."

If he notes the leaning, he doesn't make do anything about it.

Yet.

[wheatencrown]

"How wonderful. The world needs more bakers. How did you start baking?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"What manner of pie is American pie?" a fairy asks, owlishly.

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

"You know, I'm not actually too sure," Ned admits. "It's not really pie though. This one's a drink."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"I expect so," Puck agrees dismissively.

"In which case, that I shall have, if you please. 'Tis a matter worth some inquiry."

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"Oh - of course. Coming right up," he says.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He smiles brightly. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

... Then again, if he had a tail, maybe he'd be leaving dead rats at Ned's doorstep.

"Is 'apple pie in a glass' likewise no pie at all?" he inquires, politely.