Happy Hour!

[mogget_cat]

Yrael sighs when he sees the napkin appear instead of the plate of fresh fish he'd ordered.

"I see the price of a meal has gone up considerably."

An answering napkin appears.

"No need to get snippy," he replies, wry, resting a hand on the bar top. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it. Go get some rest."

Soon, he has the Specials Board up, declaring in lime-green chalk:

Happy Hour!
All the following are 1/2 price:
Cat and Fiddle
Fishing for the Sun
Fishbone
Green Milkshake
Milky Way
25% off all wine


So what if his mind is still on the food he's been denied? >_>

"Happy Hour, everyone!" he calls, stretching. "Choose your poison."

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[forgottenmotley]

"Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the Fiddle..." the Fool begins,"I hate that song." He says it with a venom that's not usually there in his voice and mannerisms.

[mogget_cat]

"Good evening, Alexander, the Fool," Yrael greets, curious. "I do not normally go out of my way to mind nonsense rhymes. Why do you?"

[forgottenmotley]

"I do not either, but I hate this one for it is about me in some ways more than others," he says. "Hello Yrael."

[mogget_cat]

"I first heard it shortly after Bar gifted me with a violin, and have since become rather fond of it. It brings the total of childhood rhymes that could be said to mention me up to two."

[forgottenmotley]

The mention of a violin makes the Fool laugh and his bells ring as he does so. "That I would have liked to have seen."

[777thdegree.livejournal.com]

He's not so much looming as... well.

Looming.

Broodingly.

It comes natural with the coat.

But really he's just studying the board and trying to remember if he's ever had any of those before.

[mogget_cat]

There's an albino, cat-eyed young man grinning at him. Only it's not a young man, is it?

It's still grinning, though.

"Can I get you anything?"

[777thdegree.livejournal.com]

Yrael is a young man only as much as Balthazar is.

And the grinning is a bit unnerving. Like an aloof cat who's suddenly happy to see you.

"I don't know if I trust my luck."

[mogget_cat]

Less. At least Balthazar is human.

"One should never trust in luck," Yrael offers, helpfully. "It can't be trusted. Which is why it's called luck."

"You can, however, take a chance."

[777thdegree.livejournal.com]

"Or I could wait for her to be done with her nap." He retorts, "It isn't an inconvinient place to wait."

[death_gone_mad]

The cat thing is behind the bar. (EWW) But...

The cat thing is behind the bar. HAHA!

Nornally, teasing the bartender is bad karma, because who knows what kind of trouble it would bring when Bar traps her back there. But! this is an exceptional event! It calls for exceptions.

So there is redheaded woman perched on a bar stool, wearing a very smug grin.

"Hello!"

If she had a tail (still had a tail? tails? canon isn't clear) it would be twitching back and forth right now.

[mogget_cat]

"Ah! She is capable of smiling in my presence! How novel," grins the not'cat right back.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

[death_gone_mad]

"You are bartending," GRIN GRIN GRIN, "You are trapped."

That's what she assumes, given the way Bar has treated her during her turns at tending.

"So! What is the story behind the specials?"

[mogget_cat]

"It isn't much of a story. I merely received a bartending shift instead of my supper. But I'll share a secret with you, instead," offers the not'cat, leaning close.

"I am in no way trapped."

[ps_you_look_hot]

"Only 25%?"

[mogget_cat]

"She didn't want me simply walking away with all the Atlantean."

[ps_you_look_hot]

"Wise move on her part, then."

[mogget_cat]

"She is very wise," he grins. "Occasionally."

Other times, she makes him bartend instead of giving him his fish.

[777thdegree.livejournal.com]

Balthazar, who was trying to decide what to drink (and if he really ought to be trusting the bartender) hears the voice a few chairs down.

And turns.

And really, it's just as well he wasn't drinking anything. Spit-takes are undignified.

[ps_you_look_hot]

(Nikola certainly seems to trust the bartender. Enough to be shamelessly flirting with him, at least.)

He's quite used to people staring at him, and quite sensitive to it, so he turns to look when he notices the attention.

"Can I help you?"

[777thdegree.livejournal.com]

It isn't.

It is. Impossibly.

He's never met this man before in his life, but it is Nikola Tesla, an old and long-lost friend.

"I have no idea."

[scots_wolf]

"I'd like something to drink," Urquhart says, grinning at Yrael.

[mogget_cat]

"You were thirsty, so you came to a bar?" Yrael grins, resting his hands on the edge of the bar. "You Scottish assassins have some strange notions, Urquhart."

"What would you like?"

[scots_wolf]

"Something that contains alcohol," Urquhart says. "Probably."

[mogget_cat]

"Something that probably contains alcohol," he replies, tapping his lip pensively. "I think I might have something."

Orange bitters, peach sorbet, 7-Up soda, orange and mango slices, together to make a tall glass of Fishing for the Sun.

Urquhart's fondness for fruit is not exactly a secret, after all.