Happy Hour

[not_his_pa]

William's been working all day in the stables and frowns when he gets a napkin with his chili and cornbread.

Then nods and moves behind the Bar, his face is covered with some impressive bruises since he has a nice black eye and a split lip from the bar brawl. He's also hoping to see Thalia again, that ride with her was just nice.

Miss Barlow ended up getting arrested but he was able to leave just in time, so he's been making sure everything's fine in the stables for her.

He grins as he writes up the specials even though it hurts and prepares a coffee with some whiskey in it for himself along with wrapping his bandanna around some ice for his lip.

Specials
Gunfire
Irish Fistfight
Vodka
Coffee

Once they're written up he sits down to eat his dinner quickly, he doesn't know how busy things might be.

(OOC: Still open for new tags but mun had a long week. I'll tag things tomorrow.)

Comments

[margolotta]

"Do I sense a certain pugnacious theme to your specials, my dear?" Margolotta says, smiling as she walks up to the bar.

[not_his_pa]

"Nothin' wrong with a good fight every once in a while, ma'am, long as it don't get out of hand."

[margolotta]

"Apparently it didn't," Margolotta says, smiling.

[not_his_pa]

"Can I get you somethin' to drink, ma'am?"

She looks like a real lady and he moves the few remnants of his dinner under the counter.

[margolotta]

"Wine, please," Margolotta says. "Red, and dry."

[not_his_pa]

"Dry, ma'am?" He doesn't know how wine can be dry.

[margolotta]

"Not sweet?" Margolotta says.

[not_his_pa]

"Do you know the name of one like that, ma'am?"

[margolotta]

"In my world," Margolotta says, "I would just ask for a dry Quirmian."

[not_his_pa]

"Right, ma'am,"

He turns around to look at all the bottles behind the Bar.

[margolotta]

"Do you see anything looking like it?" Margolotta says.

[not_his_pa]

"I think so, this one says Quirm, ma'am,"

The bottle has a label with a flower on it,

"This look right?"

[margolotta]

"Oh yes, my dear, absolutely," Margolotta says.

[not_his_pa]

He smiles which hurts and finds her a glass before pouring some out,

"Here you are, ma'am. Where's Quirm?"

[margolotta]

"It's a duchy on the shore of the Rim Ocean, about twenty leagues turnwise of Ankh-Morpork," Margolotta says. "Known for good food, good wine, good weather, its famous flower clock, and clowns."

[not_his_pa]

"How does a flower clock work, ma'am?"

[margolotta]

"It's a circle of flowers, each of which opens its petals at a different hour," Margolotta says.

[not_his_pa]

"That's kind of clever, ma'am."

[margolotta]

"Yes, it is," Margolotta says. "Which is why people go look at it."

[not_his_pa]

"Are you from there, ma'am?" She might be since she's clearly a lady.

[margolotta]

"No," Margolotta says, "I'm from Bonk, in Überwald."

[not_his_pa]

"What's it like there, ma'am?"

[margolotta]

"Mountainous," Margolotta says.

[not_his_pa]

"Snowy mountains or ones that never seem to bring the rain?"

[margolotta]

"Mostly snowy," Margolotta says.