Happy Hour

[theresnodoor]

There is avoidance and there is hiding. Rachel refuses to admit to ever doing the latter, and only ever reluctantly admits to the former. So it's less than a week of total absence from the bar before she's in it again.

She's a little more wary and sharp-eyed, searching faces than usual. Maybe Bar likes a challenge, considering the napkin that pops up at her elbow.

"...why do you always pick the worst times to ask me?"

Another napkin.

"I do not always complain."

Another.

"...go to bed."



SPECIALS
Half price soda


That's about as creative as she feels tonight. If you're lucky, maybe you'll get a lemon wedge in your Mountain Dew.

Drink's on!

Comments

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus can feel spring in the air and it makes him happier so it takes a moment to notice he's not in Caer Paravel.

He smiles and his hooves tap as he walks to the Bar, some dried mud from the orchards ending up on the floor, "Soda is a bubbly drink, I believe?"

[theresnodoor]

She takes just a moment to look him over before nodding. Rachel's seen weirder creatures in and out of bar, though it never stops being jarring at first glance.

"Lots of bubbles," she agrees with a nod, pulling a glass over. "And pretty sweet, usually. You have something in mind?"

[friend_of_lucy]

"Is there one made with elderflowers? That is one of my favorite flavors,"

Tumnus has become used to a few odd looking in Milliways, so few worlds have fauns in them.

[theresnodoor]

"...I have no idea," Rachel admits after a moment of bewildered blinking. "But there's all kinds of stuff back there. I can check on it."

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

This could get awkward but you never know.

"Does Coke with Cherries count?"

[theresnodoor]

Oh hey! It's the girl that totally helped in the bar fight!

Rachel smiles at her and nods, pulling a glass over and tossing a few stem-less cherries into the bottom. "Sure," she says with a nod, dumping ice on top of that. "You were in that fight a few days ago, right?"

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny laughs and nods.

"Yeah, I'm the one that was flinging chairs with magic after having odd affections."

[theresnodoor]

"Odd affe- oh, yeah." Rachel winces, jaw and posture a little tighter for the conversation at hand. "You got hit, too, huh?"

[4th-survived.livejournal.com]

Well, this was strange. The last time she was here, the door appeared from her garden. This time the door appeared right as she was entering into her chambers.

Oh well, she enjoyed her time here last and maybe she could find someone her who could teach her a new card game.

Picking up her skirts, Anne navigated over to the bar, a deck of playing cards in her free hand, intending to buy some ale. As 'clean' as the waitrats appeared, she felt better ordering from a human.

"What is 'soda'?" She asked, looking at the specials bored but addressing the young lady behind it. She'd heard of 'baking soda', but she couldn't see how it could be a drink.

[theresnodoor]

Ooh, nice. The way to Rachel's heart is totally through an elaborate outfit.

"It's a cold bubbly drink," she says, wiping Mountain Dew off the countertop. "Usually pretty sweet. Can I get you something?"

[4th-survived.livejournal.com]

The grin grew a bit brighter wider when she saw the young lady's reaction: having arrived in England with only a little knowledge of English, Anne had been quick to learn how to read faces. Taken with the memory of her time as Queen of England and how the other ladies considered her gowns 'strange' it was rather flattering.

"Well," Her accent clearly german. "I was going to ask from some ale, but I love trying new things. I may have a little soda, just to try it."

[theresnodoor]

"I can get you that, too, if you want it," Rachel points out, but she's already reaching for a small glass with some ice. First time soda-drinker, she's going with Coke.

Glancing at the woman's dress again, she grabs a small plate that could work as a saucer, sets the glass on top, and slides it over. "Here you go. It's Coke - Coca Cola."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Can I just get a bottle of Nuka-Cola, please?" says Ellen, peering up at the signboard. "The regular kind, not Quantum or Clear or anything?"

[theresnodoor]

"Hey, Ellen. Yeah, sure." Rachel retrieves the bottle and sets it on the counter in front of the woman. "I didn't even know there were other kinds."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh, sure," says Ellen. "Quantum's pretty rare, though. I don't drink it, it's too dangerous. Makes good explosives, though. And I found the formula for Clear in the old factory ruins, but I don't know if it would've worked."

[theresnodoor]

Rachel stares.

"Is this a drink or an explosive?"

[seat_five_girl]

"Hello Rachel-san. Pepsi please?"

[theresnodoor]

"Oh hey, Ako." People she knows and like get a smile, at least, while she's on duty. Ice-filled glass obtained, soda poured in and TA-DA!

Truly, the work of a bartender is fearsome.

"How's it going?"

[seat_five_girl]

Yeah, hold on to that smile.

"Good thank-you," says Ako before she takes a small drink. "I ran into Bobby-san a little while ago."

[onabirdswing]

"Rachel? What are you doing behind the bar?"

So sayeth one confused girl about to attend her first Happy Hour.

[theresnodoor]

It takes a moment, just a single beat of silence, before Rachel breaks into a smile. "Rue. Jeez, I haven't seen you in ages. I'm bartending tonight."

She points at the specials board. "Want a drink?"

[onabirdswing]

"But I thought Bar always got everything," Rue says as she climbs up onto a stool anyway.

She looks at the specials board. "...What's soda?"

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

Jason has been waiting.

He wants the hell out of this bar. But first, first, he wants to slice this girl into freaking ribbons and wear them in his hair.

He waits till the rush is over and then stalks up to the bar, slow and dangerous, eyes narrowed - through the mask. Which is not coming off.

[theresnodoor]

There's quite a rush, too. Enough to occupy her attention that Rachel doesn't notice him at all until the stalking begins.

And just a flash of red on someone's face gets her entire body rigid, adrenaline rushing through her.

She's still slicing lemons. Her hand tightens on the fruit but she forces herself not to squeeze the handle of the knife.

If he tries to say something to her, one thing, anything about what happened...

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

Oh he's got something to say all right.

He folds his arms and glares at her, right up at the countertop.

"You. You ever speak one word about that, you're dead."

It isn't an idle threat.