happy hour!

[aintno-disco.livejournal.com]

Amara did finally get to go home a while back; she's been avoiding the bathroom that got her stuck in Milliways since then. That worked out perfectly until the bar caught her as she was trying to get to her own bedroom.
The door's still there this time, but before she could turn around, she got a napkin from the Bar; when she asked for some kind of pointer toward a theme, she got... a potato.

Specials:
non-alcoholic drinks half off
tell me why this potato has a keg tap in it and your drink is free

It's not much of a theme, but she figures it'll get the job done.

Comments

[evilontheloose]

"My Irish half says it's a magical potato that dispenses whiskey." The short young woman climbs to a stool. "But I dont know how magic works, so, it could just be a weird gag."

[aintno-disco.livejournal.com]

Amara shrugs. "Here, it could be anything." Maybe it's a... mad science potato?
...not so much. But it was a thought.
"But that's as good an explanation as any. What do you want?"

[evilontheloose]

"Hm, gimme a Boilermaker, then, since were talking of whiskey." Oh, it bears mentioning Jordan has... nah, not a gauntlet, that's a cybernetic left forearm. The hand is very well-proportioned, but the forearm part is rather bulky.

[filemyclaim]

"Someone," Dixie declares, "is making whiskey." It's one of the sister's secret cash cows.

[aintno-disco.livejournal.com]

She eyes the potato for a long moment. "I thought it was vodka that was potatoes."
But then, she's not exactly a big drinker.

[filemyclaim]

"Oh, we did it with whiskey where I come from. Vodka's a Russian idea, and we didn't have money to pay for starter at the mission."

She may or may not be kidding there. Poker-face is very poker-facey. "And I'll have a lemonade. It goes with the heat."