milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

zelgadiss

(no subject)

The last time Liir was here, he was told that he could request a bartending shift to make a little money to cover his tab. He doesn't have a tab yet, but he's hoping he can get a meal out of one shift at least. So when he gets to the counter, he says, quietly, a little unsure of how this works, "If you don't have anyone else working tonight, could I take over for you?"

He gets a napkin replying in the affirmative and a specials board. After much thought, he scribbles out:

Specials
ale
wine

It's about all he's sure he can manage.

[ooc: I meant to get this up so much earlier! So consider this post open until it scrolls, though I will need slowtimes around 11:30 PST.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Wine," requests the stone-skinned chimera, tossing a few coins on the bar before taking a seat.

Liir, who looks like he's probably a few years too young to be serving alcohol, nods and moves to find a bottle wordlessly. There are far more kinds of wine than he was expecting, so he picks a bottle that looks like it's probably good and pours a glass, sliding it across the counter.

The chimera nods, accepting the drink with a light, "Thanks."

To be truthful, Zelgadiss is younger than his transformed body would have one guess. In many lands, he would not be old enough either to serve or drink alcohol. Certainly not old enough to be so familiar with its effect.

Or to have such a tolerance for it, though that may be as much thanks to his chimeric body as to his experience with it.

"It's good," he decides, setting the empty glass down on the bar and pushing it gently across. As gentle as he is, there is still the faint sound of stone grinding against glass. "Again, please."

Liir eyes him a bit warily. At first glance, he hadn't thought anything of his appearance, but now he's realizing it may be quite different from anyone he's ever seen in Oz.

"More of the same? There's other kinds too."

His skin is slate grey stone, his hair bluish-grey wire. Pebbles set into the stone mottle his face and fingers. Thankfully, the bar stools in Milliways are strong, or else Zel's weight would easily break them.

"Either way," he shrugs, not picky.

And now that he's had a closer look, Liir is trying not to stare. He's possibly even stranger looking than Princess Nastoya.

Nodding, he pours another glass of the same, sliding it back across again.

Zel watches him pour the second glass, impassive. It may not be that Liir does a bad job at hiding his impulse to stare. Zel is rather sensitive about such things.

"Thank you," he says, setting a few more coins onto the bar as he takes his glass.

"You aren't a bartender I've seen before."

Liir is not the most socially acceptable person. He hasn't had much practice.

"I haven't been one before," he says, a bit defensively, wondering if he's bad at it.

"She asked me to bartend, once," Zelgadiss says, his tone dry. "I chose to leave instead of doing it."

He really doesn't do well with so many people looking at him.

"Is this a wine from your world? It isn't one I recognize, but it is good."

"I asked if I could. Someone else did that, and it seemed a good idea."

He picks up the bottle to look at it more closely. "I think it is. It's Gillikinese."

"Gillikin is a kingdom in your world?"

"A...district, I think. Not a country." Politics are not his strong suit as of yet.

"I don't know of it. So either it is a district in a country in the Outer World, which has hardly been explored yet, or your world is not mine. Likely the latter, knowing this place."

"What about...Kansas? Do you know it?"

It's the only place he knows of outside of Oz.

"No," he replies, shaking his head slightly. His wire-like hair jingles faintly as it moves.

"In turn, I don't suppose you would know of Seiruun, the temple of the Fire Dragon King, or the Desert of Destruction."

"No," he says, leaning on the bar. And then, because it feels like he should say more, he adds, "Sorry."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only