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[smallgayjew]

Mercifully, Posner's time as a Bound resident of Milliways was quite short. Only for the day. And he was, at least, allowed to put on proper clothes at some point.

He's back today, in his usual school uniform, stack of books on the first World War in hand. When he goes to the bar to ask for a cup of tea while he works, though, he's given a note on a napkin instead.

"Really? You want me to fill in? Er...yes, all right."

Flattered to have been asked, Posner smiles to himself as he tentatively moves behind the bar, feeling vaguely as though he's trespassing somewhere sacred. Another note pops up with directions, and he reads them carefully before setting up the specials board.

Specials

Tea
Beer
Apple Martini

(The last is really only because he thought it sounded good the last time someone offered it. He'll have to look it up should anyone ask for one.)

It must be said, his handwriting has taken a sharp downhill turn this term, so it would not be at all surprising if some of the patrons had to ask for translations of his scribbling.



tiny!tag: David Posner


[ooc: Open until...yeah, about then. Threadhopping encouraged.]

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[dragons_emrys]

Merlin and his Big Book of Magic sit at the bar.

"Hello!"

He squints at the Specials board. "Is that Latin?"


[ooc: I had the worst time deciding who to throw at him.]

[smallgayjew]

Posner leans across the bar to peer at the board himself.

"No, it's English.

"Well...it's meant to be English." He knows his handwriting's going to pot. He's sort of, kind of doing it on purpose, after all.



[ooc: BWEE!!! I was thinking these two should meet. :D]

[dragons_emrys]

Merlin squints again. "I don't know English, either. What is a Mar-tin-i? Is it like cider?"



[ooc: LJ isn't delivering notifs to me :(.]

[smallgayjew]

"No, it's...um...I think it's got gin in," he says, contemplating it. "Let me look it up," he adds, pulling down the Big Book of Drinks and setting it next to Merlin's Big Book of Magic.



[ooc: :(]

[dragons_emrys]

"Is gin good?"

He leans over to look at the recipes too. "I like wine best. Can you make a mar-tin-i with wine?"


[ooc: And of course when I bitch about it it starts working again.]

[smallgayjew]

"I'm not sure. I've never had gin." He flips through the book until he comes to the section on martinis.

"Oh, it looks like this one is with vodka." A bit more flipping. "I don't see any with wine, though.

"I could just...get you some wine, though. I don't think you have to get what's on the specials' board."

[dragons_emrys]

"You don't," Merlin says confidently, "unless the Bar was kind to me the time I tended and didn't punish anyone for going off-board because I was new.

"I'd like some wine. Mulled."


[ooc: Pre-edit is what I get for playing Merlin and Sherlock at the same time, I think.]

[smallgayjew]

Posner nods, smiling. "I think I can manage that," he says, stepping back to see what he can find in the way of mulled wine.


[ooc: Hee.]

[dragons_emrys]

"What's your name? I'm Merlin. Do you tend bar a lot? Are you from Albion too? You sound like you are."

[smallgayjew]

Posner laughs as he starts the wine warming.

"One at a time, please," he says, then stops, and looks at Merlin a bit differently.

Of course, it's always possible he's just named after the famous Merlin, but then...Posner did meet Demeter here...

Shaking his head, he gives the questions a shot. "My name is Posner. I've never tended bar before. And...yes, I reckon I am from Albion."



[ooc: Grr...LJ ate my comment.]

[dragons_emrys]

[ooc: *thumps LJ*]

"Oh, then you know of Camelot." He beams. "That's where I live."

[smallgayjew]

Posner's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"You...you live in Camelot. You're...Merlin from Camelot..."

Thoughts of the Arthurian legends serving primarily as a metaphor for the unattainable perfect society, a national, unreachable goal, flit briefly through his head.

But mostly, he just grins.



[ooc: Aaaaaand, now I'm not getting notifs.]

[dragons_emrys]

Merlin draws back a little.

He's gotten a response like this before, but it's still strange when he does.

"I'm Merlin from Camelot, yes."

[morethanprops]

(OOC: I think they've met. If not I can edit. I also had a hard time deciding.)

Moist has been feeling sick and his leg his hurting, its rather odd. He smiles when he spots Posner, reaching up to his face as if expecting a mustache before sneezing into a handkerchief,

"Could I have a tea with some whiskey in it?"

[smallgayjew]

[ooc: I can't remember if they have or not, but I think so.]


"Yes, of course," Posner says, returning the smile, falling easily back into the customer service role he got used to working in the bookshop last summer.

"Any particular kind?"

[morethanprops]

(OOC: Handwaves merrily, Moist's good at acting like he knows people.)

He sits down with a sigh and a shiver,

"A good Assam if you have it with cream and sugar. The weather's making my leg act up."

[smallgayjew]

Posner does his level best not to make a face at the idea of putting cream in tea. He focuses instead on starting the electric kettle he finds behind the bar and perusing the selection of teas until he finds what he's looking for.

"Is it an old injury?"

[morethanprops]

Moist blinks at the question and sneezes, his head's feeling rather strange. Luckily he's good at rolling with strange things though its odder when he doesn't understand what's happening.

He doesn't think he's run into a witch or odd spell recently, "Hm, no."

[smallgayjew]

Posner rummages behind the bar for a moment before finding a box of tissues and offering them to Moist.

"Your leg just acts up on its own?"

[morethanprops]

"Oh, I have a new dog and it slept on my leg painfully,"

Though he does feel as if there is something else going on with his leg.

[smallgayjew]

"Oh? What kind of dog?"

The kettle whistles, and Posner goes to start brewing the tea, glancing over his shoulder at Moist to show he's still listening.

[morethanprops]

"A bulldog-St. Bernard mix, he followed me in here a few nights ago. He's quite well trained,"

Moist sneezes again, he rarely gets sick so he frowns at himself.

[smallgayjew]

Posner frowns a bit as he brings the pot back to the counter, getting a cup and sugar and cream as well.

"Are you allergic?"

[morethanprops]

"Oh no, just feeling a little off,"

When you're sick you call attention to yourself and Moist tries to always keep in his best condition.

[smallgayjew]

He nods and pours the tea, remembering at the last minute to add the whiskey. He slides the cup and cream and sugar over to Moist, letting him add as much as he likes.

"Perhaps the tea will help."

His mum always gives him tea when he's not feeling well, at least. Though he suspects the soup does more for him.