Ben Wade (
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milliways_bar2012-01-26 01:09 pm
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[ happy hour ]
Ben Wade is greeted with a handful of surprises when he enters the bar.
One is delicious.
Another is unexpected, to say the least.
And the last, well. He never minds this particular request so much.
"Happy to," he tells the counter, while he withdraws what's sure to be a spectacular cherry tart from the basket at his elbow. "As long as you don't mind me askin' a favor of you."
A napkin appears.
"Now that's just lewd," he says, smirking. "Flattered as I am, I'll have to say no, ma'am. What I need is for you to hold on to a couple things for me -- if you'd be so kind, of course."
Moments later, Ben's signature black hat and his infamous gun are in Bar's care, where they'll remain for the next few weeks, if not months.
He gives the bartop an affectionate half-smile before rounding the counter, rolling up his shirtsleeves as he goes.
Not long afterward, the specials board bears his uniform scrawl.specials:
milk punch
bourbon
coffee
bourbon coffee
While he waits for customers, he helps himself to that tart -- which is, predictably, delectable -- and a glass of milk punch.
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"It's sweeter than your mother's voice, but there's enough bourbon in there to make up for the toothache."
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Ben snags a freshly frozen pitcher from the flash-freezer, and pours out a glass for the newcomer.
"The book said to garnish with grated nutmeg," he says, with something akin to disdain, "but seein' as how I ain't really the garnishin' type, well."
Wry half-smile in place, he slides over the nutmeg-free punch.
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"But if you think this is sweet, surely you haven't met the baker around here? Pretty as a picture, and likes to feed everybody around her?"
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Ben reaches into Sunshine's generous gift basket, and offers up a slice of maple-syrup pound cake.
"For now, take this."
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He closes his eyes. The cake is sweet, rich, and syrupy, with a velvety, crumbly texture.
"Holy shimmft," he exclaims, mouth still full of cake, "Thimfs is deliffishms!"
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"Make Sunshine's acquaintance, and as long as you stay in her good graces, you'll never go hungry again."
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"Believe me, I will. Any pointers on where I can find her?"
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He reaches for a towel, and swipes up a small spill from an earlier tussle with the espresso machine.
"Ben Wade, by the way. You already get the lay of the land from a welcome wagon or two?"
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He tips his hat. "Jim, though in my youth I was better known as the Waco Kid. I've been here a little under a week now, so I've heard the whole song and dance at least twice."