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[maxwellsdemon02]

Behind the bar is Duo Maxwell. He looks a little unsure about how this happened, but he's getting his game face on.

He pats the surface of the bar. "Okay, let's do this thing."

On the board: HAPPY HOUR!
TONIGHT'S SPECIAL: BEER
TRUST ME, THE FEWER DRINKS I MIX THE BETTER

And then he starts juggling lemons.

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[cutting_edgex23]

"You are working," X observes.

She's seated at the bar, Security badge clipped to her belt. It is getting to be a habit.

"Why?"

[maxwellsdemon02]

"So are you," Duo replies, grinning at her and continuing to juggle without a hitch. "Are congrats in order?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X tilts her head, studying Duo.

"I do not mind."

Beat.

"You will buy me a drink?"

Some people suggest that this is customary.

"I like root beer floats."

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Hey sure, why not! Break the bank the first night I'm bartending, I see how it is." Duo tosses her the lemons one two three before wandering off to search for the freezer.

[noteful]

Meg stands about a foot away from the bar for a moment, braced against her crutches, and watches the lemon juggling.

It's very impressive really.

[maxwellsdemon02]

It gets (hopefully) more impressive as he snags a lime with one hand, spinning the three lemons with the other.

"Get you something?"

[noteful]

"Well, I hate to ask you to stop," Meg says.

She's not good at juggling. Literally or metaphorically.

"You're very good."

[maxwellsdemon02]

"If I was really good, I could keep this up while juggling. Depending on what you wanted. Beer, I could pull one handed. Layered jello shot, maybe not so much."

He tosses the lemons carefully back into the basket, setting the lime aside separately. "But seriously! I'm on a mission here."

[evil_koala_626]

There is a scuttling of claws from somewhere in the vacinity of the rafters. If Duo is inclined to look up he very well might spot a familair (if upside down) face peering at him in curiosity.

[maxwellsdemon02]

Hmmm. Duo hucks a lemon at him experimentally.

[evil_koala_626]

It is snatched out of the air in a gnashing of oversized teeth, removed from one cavernous alien mouth and inspected for several seconds.


And then it is hurtling back towards Duo with an impressive top spin.

[maxwellsdemon02]

Ew, he's not touching that. Duo whacks it back in Stitch's direction with a wooden cutting board he grabbed from under the bar.

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

"Impressive," says a girl-that-is-not-quite-a-girl sitting a couple stools down from the centre.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"I aim to please. I'm a little rusty, though. Bet I could do five with a little practice." He eyes the other assorted garnish fruits. "Pineapple might be pushing it, though."

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

She snerks, eyes briefly glancing at the other fruits as well.

"I dunno," she says easily, "you could put on a real show with pineapple in the mix."

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Well," Duo drawls, "if it's a show you want..." He weighs the pineapple in one hand, keeping the other lemons spinning with the other.

[ellectrical]

Elle's already at the Bar, arms crossed on top and her head resting over them.

Her eyes blink to the specials board, and then to the guy juggling lemons.

After the last bartender's idea of a special, she's not so sure she wants to try this again.

[maxwellsdemon02]

...current bartender's sympathies. Ouch. Beer is much safer!

Well. If you like beer.

He smiles at her.

[ellectrical]

With what looks like difficulty (or at least undue effort), Elle lifts herself up, propping up her elbow and resting her head in her hand instead.

She's not smiling, but with another glance at the specials - "Can I get coffee?"

Elle finds coffee far more trustworthy right now.

[bannion_sight]

"How about coffee?" she asks, smiling as she watches the lemon-juggling.

"Can you handle that?"

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo snaps his fingers at her. "Ma'am, coffee is not only a drink, it is a sacrament." Then he catches all the lemons he had to throw up in the air to gesture at her.

"How d'you take it? Irish? Thick enough to stand a spoon in? Milky and sweet? Black as my fiendish heart? Covered in bees?"

[bannion_sight]

"Let's skip the bees," she decides. "As for the rest, I don't know -- just how black is your heart?"

Clear gray eyes are sparkling with mischief.

[3nanashi]

Has Duo ever considered joining the circus, too?

It's a nice restful life, after all.

(Well. If you have weird standards.)

[maxwellsdemon02]

Someone already asked if he was in the circus, tonight!

"Hey, man. I could totally join the circus too. Here, catch."

He immediately tosses them at Trowa, half expecting a perfect juggling return, half waiting to get pegged in the head and taken down with a lemon.

[3nanashi]

He gets the former! Trowa does not take down his friends unless it's tactically desirable for long-term goals.

He doesn't get a change of expression. Because this is Trowa. But he does get the lemons returned neatly in sequence, so maybe that counts as a greeting.