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Alex has a rucksack full of books and is entirely prepared to spend a few hours at Milliways working on homework so he has plenty of time to play football later. (Yeah, Milliways is weird, but he's not stupid; he's been offered a godsend to his free time, and he'll take it.) But he swings by the bar first to get a snack, and instead receives a note politely requesting that he tend the bar.

He stares at it. "You do know I'm only fourteen?"

Yes, the note informs him, it is aware of that.

Alex sighs and hops behind the bar, getting the idea of the layout before he attacks the specials board.

HAPPY HOUR SPECIALS
Milkshakes
(bartender is not qualified to serve alcohol)

Help the bartender with his coursework and get 2/3 off anything.

With that sorted, Alex settles behind the bar with a bag of crisps and a notebook to get in a little work in between customers.

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"Wily little bastard," the Prince says, drinking. "Never have I ever been blond."

Sweetly: "Never have I ever implied that I wasn't blond."

It's getting sort of hard to think straight.

The Prince doesn't drink. He raises one finger (it's on the hand clad in a very nice metal and leather gauntlet). Equally sweetly: "I didn't imply. I said outright."

The Prince's footing on the Bar may be getting a little bit precarious.

Damn semantics. He eats a few crisps to give himself something in his stomach besides alcohol, and glances pointedly in Prince's direction.

His turn.

With a certain air of triumph: "I have never eaten whatever those are!"

If Prince can quibble on semantics, so can Alex. "I've never eaten Whatever Those Are, either," he says, innocently. "Is it some sort of dessert?"

The Prince scowls.

"Your move, kid."

"Never have I ever..."

Uh, the room just spun. Give him a second.

"Um, gotten drunk before this."

"Lightweight," the Prince grins, downing his glass. He's starting to feel a bit woozy. It's like his joints have less resistance in them than usual.

Hah.

But he succeeded in getting one up on the Prince! Alex feels victorious.

...No, wait, it's just the room spinning again. False alarm.

The Prince wobbles just a little. He very carefully doesn't fall. That'd be bad.

"Never have I ever not have gotten drunk before at your age," the Prince says, then blinks. He's not sure that makes sense. "How old are you anyway, kid?"

"Fourteen."

Alex stares up at the ceiling for a while, considering that sentence.

And then he starts diagramming it on a spare bit of notebook paper. I | have never have gotten.

Then he stares at that for a while.

"See, I was out adventuring and going on sea voyages and doing other things that require hefty amounts of alcohol, gold, and women at your age," the Prince says reproachfully.

Alex cracks up.

Sorry, Prince, sorry. But. That's kind of hilarious, in context.

"You," the Prince says, pointing, "are drunker than you think."

That was a slightly difficult sentence to say. It's the 'k' sounds.

"I'll ask for a sea voyage with gold, women, and alcohol next time," he manages to get out between undignified gigglesnorts.

"As 'pposed to what?" Curiously.

Oh shi-

Innocently: "Nothing?"

Solemnly: "Never have I ever claimed that asking for a sea voyage was opposed to nothing."

"It's not your turn," he points out.

Sulk.

"Well, it should be."

"It isn't, though."

So there.

"Fine. Fine. Your turn."

Still sulking.

He can't think of one.

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