Cubefallish Happy Hour!

[filemyclaim]

Dixie is, at least for the moment, not participating in Cubefall - but she is wearing a stage costume made entirely of Leggos to properly get into the spirit of the day.

She's scribbled the following on the chalkboard behind her, in extremely elegant cursive script:

Specials:

Cowboy's Comet
Midnight Cowboy
Rebel Yell

* All Whiskey's Half-Off for the first Hour *

Anyone who can sing the high part of Cowgirl Yodel #3 Without cracking drinks free.

Free second round to anyone who can explain this Cubefall thing to me.

Someone has someone on her mind today. Well, that and the Revolution in general. Victory's not exactly assured at this point, but she has a feeling it'll be all right.

"Come and get it!" she sings, as seductively as you please.

[OOC: will be marginally distracted, but I am here and tagging all night, until five! Open for fresh tags 'til the next tending session. For more on Dixie, check her Milliwiki entry.]

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[agnes_nitt]

"What's Cowgirl Yodel #3?" Agnes asks after checking out the specials board.

[filemyclaim]

Dixie smiles sweetly. "It's a song," she explains. "One of the yodels from the foot end of my repitoire." Her true forte will always be smutty ballads.

[agnes_nitt]

"I don't know what a yodel is, but if I could hear it, I'd be willing to try."

[filemyclaim]

Anything for a fan-in-the-making. Dixie leans against the bar and performs the song with percision.

[agnes_nitt]

Agnes closes her eyes and listens appreciatively. It's very much like opera in its way.

When Dixie finishes, Agnes thinks a moment. She takes a deep breath and proceeds to sing it back exactly. Pitch, intonation, tempo precisely the same, as though playing back a recording.

"How was that?"

[filemyclaim]

Dixie smiles. She really is pretty impressed. "Right pretty," she declares. "What's your poision?"

[agnes_nitt]

Agnes smiles back, blushing a little. "The whiskey sounds good tonight. Whichever you'd recommend."

Show off.

She made the rules.

[filemyclaim]

"All right." She does know how to pour, and does so. "I love anything smooth and sweet." She gives Agnes a curious look. "You aren't from here, are you?"

[agnes_nitt]

Agnes looks around, bemused. "Are any of us?"

[filemyclaim]

"Someone has to have been born here," Dixie points out. "There seem to be an awful lot of happy couples."

[agnes_nitt]

She takes a drink and nods. "Fair point. To answer your question, then, no, I'm not. My world is called the Disc."

[filemyclaim]

"The disc. That sounds very modern." Dixie is rather pronouncedly not. "I'm a plain-old red-blooded American girl. From the southwest, mostly. Deep south." She smirks.

[agnes_nitt]

Agnes smirks. "I wouldn't exactly call it modern. At least, not the part of it I come from."

[filemyclaim]

"Oh - how far back are you?" Dixie has seen the future in Enzo, and it is intriguing.

[agnes_nitt]

"I could tell you the year, but it wouldn't make much sense to you. We're on a completely different time scale. Plus my world runs on magic."

[filemyclaim]

"Runs on magic?" She's wearing a you're-pulling-my-leg expression now.

[agnes_nitt]

"Right. Magic runs things instead of science. I'm a witch; I should know."

[filemyclaim]

"...You're a witch?" She's not entirely convinced. "Well now, I definitely want a little proof."