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[thursdays_angel]

Castiel is standing by Bar, minding his own business, when the note appears.

Being an angel of a curious nature, he picks it up and reads it. And frowns.

“I do not understand.” A second note promptly appears. “No, I understood that,” Castiel says. “But I do not understand why….” A third note, this one apparently being a bit more Thou Shalt in tone, because Castiel acquiesces with only a slight sigh. “Yes. Of course.” A moment later, a fourth note appears, this one bearing helpful bullet points. Castiel reads it carefully. “Yes, I can fulfill these duties.”

In due course, a Specials board is written up in neat block printing:

Milk. 2% (Cow)
El Sol (Beer)
Ice Cucumber Pepsi

And Castiel is standing at attention behind the bar, his tools laid out with careful precision. Measuring cups, measuring spoons, a jigger, a cocktail shaker, a corkscrew, a cup of colorful paper umbrellas, and a large tome of drink recipes.

He looks ready. Wary. But ready.

[OOC: 11:00 PM! I think that may be the fastest three hours I've ever put it. I'll catch slowtags on the flip side.]

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[noteful]

There are certain things Meg never thought she'd see, even at the end of the universe.

This might be one of them.

"Castiel?"

[thursdays_angel]

"Meg."

Castiel inclines his head politely. It is important, he believes, in the service industry to be polite.

Not that he wouldn't be polite to Meg, anyway, but if he is going to tend Bar, he wants to do it properly.

"What can I get for you?"

[noteful]

Meg eyes all the tools arranged on the bar in front on him, and then the list of specials.

"Um.

"I'll have the milk, thank you."

[thursdays_angel]

Good. An easy one to start with.

Castiel ducks down behind the bar and retrieves a glass. Then turns to get a carton of milk from a refrigerated area along the back.

Holding the glass in one hand, Castiel carefully and precisely pours the milk to within an inch and a half of the glass' rim. Scientists handling plutonium have looked more careless.

He sets the glass down in front of Meg.

"I am glad to see you in, tonight."

Really. It's likely not apparent, but Castiel feels a bit out of his depth, being asked to do this job. Meg's presence is calming.

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Ice Cucumber Pepsi? Is that like heavenly manna?" An angel tending bar...this should be interesting.

[thursdays_angel]

"I was in Japan recently."

Castiel says this as if that explains everything.

"It seems quite popular, there. Though I have not tried it myself."

As flavors go, Castiel would not say that it is the strangest that he has seen people consume.

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Ah. That would explain it. I sometimes forget non-American tastes in food and drink." He should have traveled more. "What does a representative of Western monotheism think of Japan?"

[thursdays_angel]

"I find it to be a peaceful place, by and large. At least at present."

Like every other place in the world, Japan has had its troubles. Moreso than many places, in fact.

"As human cultures go, it is an old one. Their traditions, I find, give them a sense of stability that some others lack."

"Did you want a Pepsi?"

Castiel is new to food service. He is not sure if choosing to comment on an item is meant to be an order.

[not_his_pa]

William knows about Pepsi thanks to Bill and Thalia but has no idea what an ice cucumber is.

He tips his hat to Castiel before asking, "What's an ice cucumber, sir and why's it in a Pepsi?"

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel nods in return, and glances at the sign as well.

"It is popular in Japan at the present time," he says. "But I do not know how it was chosen as a favorable flavor."

"I believe the combination is meant to be refreshing."

[not_his_pa]

"Oh, could I get a sarsaparilla, please, sir. Have you been to Japan, sir?"

[thursdays_angel]

"Yes. Several times. On business," he adds.

There had been a false alarm on a possible Seal there two days ago.

"Yes. Sarsaparilla."

Castiel makes no move to go for any of the many bottles or supplies behind the bar.

"I have no idea what that is."

[gorgonfondness]

There's a gleeful little voice laughing where Castiel can't see below the patron's side of the bar. It seems to be moving from his right to his left.

It's not long before a voice calls, "Cepheus, get back here!" and there's a somewhat frazzled-looking Mia following the laugh and finally ducking below, catching it with a, "There you are!"

"Hi, Mama!" the baby now in her arms says, delighted that she's participated in the game of catching him.

He is wiggly, though it's kind of hard for him to move now that she's holding him and he's holding a rather bulky sippy cup in his hand.

Realizing where she is, Mia gives Castiel a sheepish smile and explains, "He seems to have made up this game where he takes off all of his clothes and I have to catch him and get him dressed again."

She then reaches to get Cepheus's sippy cup. Meanwhile, he's waving it at Castiel and giggling.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel has been watching the floor show (such as he can see it) with something like polite befuddlement.

"What is the object of the game?" he asks.

[gorgonfondness]

"Depends on which one of us you're talking about," she says, finally getting the sippy cup and putting it on the bar. "His appears to be staying naked for as long as possible while mine is to keep him clothed for as long as possible."

The child fusses a little now that his sippy cup is out of reach.

"I'm getting better. I caught him before he took his diaper off again."

She's going to have to put a sticking charm on that thing.

"Would you please put some milk into the sippy cup for him?" she requests. "Cepheus, let's calm down. He's going to get you some milk."

"Geh mil?" the baby parrots back, though still a bit cranky. "Geh mil?"

[thursdays_angel]

One of the specials. Good. That is easy enough.

Castiel retrieves the milk carton. It takes him a moment to figure out how the lid comes off the top of the cup.

"Does the game have a winner?" he asks curiously as he pours.

[evil_koala_626]

At some point in his shift, Castiel may or may not pick up the tell tale pattering of extraterrestrial footsteps heralding the approach of yet another customer. Stitch pauses before the bar, head craned back to peer curiously at the being standing behind it before shifting its focus to the specials board. He blinks mutely, canting his head to one side. And without further ado scales one of the stools.

"Aloha!"

Grin!

[thursdays_angel]

It has been a while since Castiel has seen his former shortstop.

"Stitch. Hello," he says, politely.

"Is there anything I can get for you this evening?"

He asks the question like someone who has learned it off of a card.

[evil_koala_626]

It would give most patrons pause to be offered anything resembling food by Castiel when their last encounter had involved a melting Easy Bake Oven.

Stitch is not most patrons.

"Coffee?" The response is nearly immideate, eyes shining hopefully behind an even wider display of teeth.

[accipiterpuella.livejournal.com]

Kendra's just come in from a looooong flight over the lake and mountains out back. If she had long hair, it would be tangled into a massive demon snarl due to all the aerial feats she'd been performing. Things are exceptionally busy and stressful back home and flying with no set plan other than to feel the air against your skin, spinning and twirling in the air, is therapeutic. Besides, loop-de-loops are fun.

That's why there's a winged woman, face partially obscured by a golden hawk mask, standing in front of the bar. She's in full costume, from clawed red boots to the mace, sword, and knives strapped to her body.

She surveys the specials board and gives a low laugh.

"Ice cucumber Pepsi, please."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel will never admit to the feeling of relief he feels when someone asked for something off the Specials board.

He retrieves a bottle of the soda from the refrigerated area and sets it on the bar.

"Would you like a glass, or do you prefer to drink from the bottle?" he asks politely.

If he is at all fazed by the outfit, it doens't show.

[accipiterpuella.livejournal.com]

"A glass, please."

It seems more elegant that way.

"I haven't seen you bar tend before. But then again, my visits are irregular."

[cutting_edgex23]

"I would like milk," X says as she approaches the bar.

"Please."

Beat.

"I did not know you worked. Here."

Well, not like this, anyway.

[thursdays_angel]

"X. Hello."

Castiel nods and retrieves the carton of milk and a glass.

"Nor did I," he says, as he carefully pours out a glass of milk.

"Bar's methods of finding tenders seems to be not unlike that of a press gang."

[cutting_edgex23]

X takes a moment to absorb the terminology, then lifts up onto her toes to peer over the bar.

She appears comforted that Castiel's ankle is not chained.

Then --

"Oh."

Beat.

"She has not asked me."

And after another, longer pause --

"Thank you."