milliways_bar | Happy Hour

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Happy Hour

It's been a long time since Rapunzel manned the bar, but she's happy to step behind the counter and don the apron once more. She consults the 'recipe' book before writing on the specials board:

Happy Hour Specials
Fairytale
Love Potion*
(*This is NOT a magical concoction!)
Midnight Lemonade

Make me laugh, and your drink is half price!

With that, she goes to wash her hands and start gathering ingredients to have on hand.

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"Am I allowed to tickle the bartender?" Anything for a cheap drink?

"Hi." He hasn't seen Raps in a little while, and it's hard to get used to the idea that when he's in Gotham, she's not here either.

"Hmmm. I haven't seen anything in the rule book that says you can't."

She leans over the bar to give him a kiss.

"Of course, I haven't seen a rule book at all..."

The kiss is, as always, returned in full.

"I think there's just the three rules.

"But tickling could lead someplace that breaks one of those rules. So maybe I better pay up. Or maybe I can get the drink on credit and make you laugh later?"

She gives him a wink and a nod.

"I'll buy you a drink, since I can exact other sorts of payments later."

In a place that the rules don't apply.

"What would you like?"

"I think I will live dangerously, and try a Fairytale." Not his usual beer, that's for sure. "How's it going? You've been back home yet?" That sounds so weird.

She gets down a glass and starts building his drink, using a heavy hand with the chocolate syrup.

"I peeked out, to make sure the door still worked, but haven't gone back. I'm being a bit of a coward about it."

"I don't think I blame you. No way to know if and when the door will come back." Don't think he hasn't worried about it. "And I guess there's no rush. The Farm will still be there. Your job will still be there."

"Yes. The glamorous life of a Fabletown soldier."

She finds a nice bowl of crushed strawberries and dips in a small ladle.

"I think the prospect of having to eat the food there scares me more than the thought of actually having to shoot someone."

"Can't be worse than what they had in 'Nam. I knew guys who came back from there 50 pounds lighter and a few who became serious gourmets in reaction to two years of C-rations." Oh, and maybe they were thinner because of other things, like being in a war and not having a chance to eat at all.

"I've gone without a meal or two rather than eat what was offered. The meals in pouches aren't that bad compared to what the Farm fables dish out. Let me tell you--when animals cook your food? The meals are ALL vegan."

"Ow." Pause. "Talking animals. I know they're real. I've met some here. Never mind the occasional person turned into an animal. But...

"Weird. Just weird.

"So lots of beans?"

"You would think you'd get salad sometimes, right?"

She adds ice and slides his drink across to him.

"But they take the title of 'cook' seriously. SERIOUSLY. They cook everything. Usually they deep-fry stuff, just to see what will happen. Though the deep fried pickles weren't that bad, and neither were the green beans."

Deep fried salads was a disaster than ended in a hastily extinguished fire.

"Nice to never have to worry about calories and cholesterol." He sips the drink. "Hm. Interesting. Sort of like dessert.

"Oh. Stronger than dessert. Vodka?"

"Yes. It sounded really sweet; I might have one after my shift."

What's not to like about strawberries and chocolate?

"I offered to help with KP duty, just for the chance at something edible, but they wouldn't let me. I think they're actually having fun."

"They ever cooked for anyone before? Do they cook for themselves, or just eat animal food?" He can feel the vodka. Better drink this sloooow.

"It depends on the animal, really. There are carnivores at the Farm, though most of them are off fighting at the moment. Usually rabbits or weasels or smaller animals that weren't much good for manning the guns and things working on KP. One of the earlier meals that we turned down was a lovely selection of deep fried insects and worms prepared by a team of hedgehogs."

Alex makes a face that says it all.

"Yeah, you really should stay here and eat some burgers. And maybe take something with you.

"Better yet, we should get you some supplies in Gotham. I know a place that has the BEST hard salami. No fridge needed."

"As tempting as that sounds, I would have to explain where I came up with all the good food...then they'd insist that I 'share' it, meaning they'd take it when I wasn't guarding it with my life. If I'm lucky enough to find a steady door. I'll eat as many meals here as possible."

She's sure she's already gained back a couple of pounds since making it back to Milliways.

"OK, good point. And I guess you have to be off the radar and can't exactly call down to New York or Philly for deliveries.

"And I guess you can't make animals follow any kind of military discipline." Or wear uniforms.

"Oh, most of the animals are great at military discipline, actually. They made rigs so that the larger animals can have weapons strapped to their backs and the smaller ones can ride them and operate the guns. It's genius, really."

Admittedly an odd and slightly disturbing sight to see, but that's part of what make it effective.

"It's the ones that were terrible at it that got left behind to handle the other stuff--like KP duty."

"So how did you get left behind?" Not that he wants her at the front, mind you.

"I strongly suspect they wanted me to babysit the others, but..."

She shrugs.

"I'm not really a soldier. I can do what has to be done, but I'm not enthusiastic about it."

He nods in agreement. "I think it takes a certain kind of person, most of the time. Though my dad always seems like the last person the US Army would have wanted, and they took him twice. Maybe it's different when it's full scale mobilization."

"We never had an army before, though plenty of Fables have fought in them. Bigby and Beast seem to know what they're doing, anyway, and the rest of us are loyal or scared enough to follow along with their plans."

"So no antiwar protests...guess that makes sense.

"Though with your hair, you could qualify as a long haired hippy." He smirks at his ladylove.

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