Happy Hour

[never_misses]

"...You do realise, I'm sure, what a risk posing that question could be."
Sam is saying this in reply to a napkin the Bar just gave him; then there's another napkin, and he nods.
"We both know I wouldn't do that. But I wanted to be sure you were aware."
After quite a bit of perusing of books behind the counter, he goes to the board:

Specials:
Orange Whip
Green Apple Cider
Purple Helmeted Warrior
Yellow Bird
Blue Lagoon
Red Death
non-alcoholic drinks

Happy hour's on, but bear with your bartender; he's not used to this whole mixing-drinks thing, but the theme was too good to pass up.

(OOC: Dinner-related slowtime goes into effect soon; new tags are still welcome until about 9:30 or so EST, when sleep-related slowtime will kick in.)

Comments

[scots_wolf]

Interesting theme.

"What's the green apple cider?" Urquhart asks.

[never_misses]

"Cider. With..." Sam consults the books he looked through, which are laying just behind the counter open to various pages. "Something melon-flavored in it as well. I've no idea what sort of melon."
He would presume an Earth sort of melon, though one can never be sure with the resources here.

[scots_wolf]

"Melons are good," Urquhart says. "I'll have one of those."

[never_misses]

"Good choice. Not least because it's probably the simplest thing I put on the menu."
He doesn't sound all that upset, as he goes to prepare the drink; it was his bright idea to go for complicated, after all.

[scots_wolf]

"Simple things can be quite tasty," Urquhart says.

[never_misses]

"That they can."
Before long, Sam sets the drink down in front of him. "I picked things for the colors, so do let me know if it's terrible. If I get pulled into this again, I'll pick something else."

[scots_wolf]

"Oh, this is your first time bar-tending?" Urquhart says, tasting the drink.

It's quite good.

[never_misses]

"It is. And I think these are all Earth drinks to boot, so I wouldn't know what they tasted like in any case."

[scots_wolf]

"You're not from Earth, then," Urquhart says. "Where are you from, and what kind of drinks do you have there?"

[never_misses]

"So far as I know, my world doesn't have a name, and I don't take the word of the one person I know of who's tried to name it." It happens, when that person turns around and tries to whitewash you.
"As to drinks - well, nothing that requires this much preparation. Beer, cider, wine, it depends on where you go."

[scots_wolf]

"Sounds pretty earth-like," Urquhart says. "And you look pretty earth-like, too. Why are you sure it's not Earth?"

[never_misses]

"Among other things, a friend of mine got hold of some maps here - the two have nothing in common. And I certainly hope Earth doesn't have the sort of wizard problem we did."

[scots_wolf]

"Some earths might," Urquhart says. "Wizard problem?"

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

There is a young woman (older girl) in bangles and a jeans coat eying the specials dubiously.

It's the names, really. She can never tell with those names which one might have vodka in, and which ones would be sweet enough to give Yulia a sugar rush.

[never_misses]

"Were you looking for something in particular?"
Social niceties aren't always Sam's strong point, but he figures he can at least try.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"I never know what to pick, in lists like this. What is good, what is bad, what is the leftovers being mixed together for a quick sale." She explains, the thin silver bracelets hanging over her wrist chiming as she waves a hand at the board. "I never did much drink cocktails."

[never_misses]

"...Well, I picked things for the colors and I don't know from Earth drinks, so I can't tell you what's good. But I can guarantee none of it's leftovers."
At least he's honest about not knowing what the drinks are like?
"I can tell you what's in the things, if that would help. I've left the instructions open back here."

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"..." There's a sigh from the gal, who is seriously contemplating coming over there. "You should have just put up vodka. Vodka is always good."

[never_misses]

"Or I can give you vodka."
...At least it's easy to find. Next time, he's not doing anything this complicated.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"Or you could give me vodka." She agrees, watching him make his choice. "No no, not that one - horrible stuff for Americans who don't know better. Up to the left."

[never_misses]

"Considering I'd never heard of it before just now, I will gladly take your word for it. What sort of glass do you use for this stuff?"
...seriously, too many glasses. Sam is starting to prefer nice, uncomplicated pints that you only have to pour one thing into. Still, he grabs the bottle she indicated.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"Ones without any holes in the bottom." She smirks - the cap doesn't have any threading to it - once opened, it's meant to be finished. Glasses are entirely secondary.

[never_misses]

"Well. If I can't find one of those back here, there are bigger problems than I know how to solve." Bartending is by no means his specialty (which is prooooobably abundantly clear by now).
He's on much firmer ground with projectiles.
"There," he says, setting the bottle and a glass in front of her.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

It isn't Katya's either, but she eschewed themes and stuck with the drinks she knew when asked. It helps when you like everything being served.
"Get one for yourself - if you are going to go around trying to serve drinks that sound like members of a particularly garish bordello, you might want to learn a few good alternatives." She grins a she expertly uncaps the bottle and pours herself a healthy portion.

[never_misses]

"...How strong is it?"
He's not saying no, as such - but he's rather short on reasons to drink himself blind, these days, and in any case that's less fun when you do it unintentionally.