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Ben Wade ([personal profile] almosthonorable) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2012-01-26 01:09 pm

[ 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.





[ ooc: open for business all day and most of the evening, y'all. have at! and we're closed for the night, as of 11:03 p.m. EST — thanks for tagging, everybody! I'll pick up slows asap tomorrow for all who want 'em. ]
ostro_goth: (Almost amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Teja is leaning on the bar, looking at the board.

"Milk punch?" he says.
hecu_marine: (unmasked)

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-26 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"You know," says the fellow in Marine Corps fatigues as he makes his way up to the Bar, "I ain't normally the sort to mix liquor'n wake-up juice, but shit if that bourbon coffee don't sound like a good idea just now."

Something down by his feet makes an oddly electronic-sounding mrrryip? noise.

"You be quiet, Mrs. Wilson. You ain't gettin' nothin' but water, not in your condition."
sunbaked_baker: (blazing smile)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-26 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Have a baker, Ben.

A baker carrying a sleeping baby, in fact, looking tired but otherwise all right. Babysitting is nothing new.

"Hi there, barkeep," she says with a smile for Ben.
hecu_marine: (Mrs. Wilson 1 (HD))

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-26 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes please," says Shephard. "Down, girl. Ain't no way in hell I'mma let you hop up on a stool just now."

There's another vaguely electronic noise, this one faintly disappointed. If Ben looks over the Bar he'll see something that looks like a ... okay, at this point it no longer looks like anything, but there was a time when that creature was described as 'Satan's own stripey Christmas ham'. Kind of hard to call something that obviously pregnant even remotely ham-like, though.
sunbaked_baker: (you think so?)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-26 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughs, shaking her head. "No way, Ben Wade."

"This is Terry, my apprentice's son. I'm just taking care of him while his mother is visiting family down in Redtree, and the bar decided to show up."

It's... good that July has grown close to Paulie's mother since Paulie's death. They both needed the support.
ostro_goth: (Almost amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is milk and bourbon?" Teja asks.

That sounds strange.
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[personal profile] aintnocoonhunt 2012-01-26 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Once again, he has his head down over his tobacco pouch as he crosses the threshold into this peculiar place. A glance around reveals that it is not the saloon he was expecting, but as his agenda consisted solely of alleviating his hangover with the hair of the dog, it matters not. (And not that he puts much stock in appearances, he finds himself relieved to not be in his long johns this time.)

He selects the nearest stool and occupies it with a groan like a rusted cemetery gate. One eye peers at the board, and then across at the man behind the bar.

"What kinda saloon serves milk punch?"
hecu_marine: (Mrs. Wilson 2 (toon))

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-26 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The houndeye hoists herself up on her lone hind leg to get a better look at the human. She has to lean her forepaws on the Bar itself to keep her balance, though.

"Aliens," says Shephard a little gloomily. "I ain't seen a real dog on my side of the door in I don't fuckin' know how long, but if it runs in packs like a dog, barks like a dog, pisses the carpet like a dog'n takes orders like a dog, that's good enough for me."
sunbaked_baker: (blazing smile)

[personal profile] sunbaked_baker 2012-01-26 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not yet," Rae grins. "Maybe when he's more used to solid foods."

"How have you been?"
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[personal profile] aintnocoonhunt 2012-01-26 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
His fingers are struggling through the ritual of rolling. Ben will have to wait a moment while he licks the paper, fiddling the too dry leavings into some semblance of a cigarette and setting it between his lips. Only then does he tug off his glove and delve into a pocket for his matchbox.

"I suppose we'll start with that, then."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-26 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bowl'll do fine," says Shephard. "Her mouth's on the underside. I'd have her show you, only she's in the family way these days'n her balance ain't what it used to be."

Mrs. Wilson drops back down to all threes and hops awkwardly from one forepaw to the other.

"That there's as close as she gits to waggin' her tail, seein' how she ain't got one."
ostro_goth: (Almost amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Indeed I do," Teja says. "One would feel like a boring coward for saying 'no' now. You are good at convincing people."

Why would he rob them, if he could just talk them out of their money, though?
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[personal profile] starrydome 2012-01-26 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Elrond looks at the specials board, speculativly.
Then he looks at the Man behind the counter and asks, "Which choice would you recommend?"

He's shedding his outer, dark grey wool robe as he speaks, having just gotten in from someplace quite a bit cooler than this. Underneath he is wearing a blue linen tunic dotted with white delicate embroidered blossoms, down the sleeves. His hair is pulled back and his ears and eyes are very visible.
not_his_pa: (being a man)

[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
William doesn't really want to talk to Wade yet but he needs to apologize to Teja.

So he walks over when he's sure Wade is helping someone else and says, "Sir, I wanted to apologize for causin' you trouble."
ostro_goth: (Almost amused)

[personal profile] ostro_goth 2012-01-26 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Greetings," Teja says, turning to look at him. "You did not cause me trouble; I merely stopped you from causing any for yourself."
not_his_pa: (trying to make sense)

[personal profile] not_his_pa 2012-01-26 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I guess. I was tryin' to not let her get to me," It just didn't work and he ended up feeling a fool.
scurlock: (raised eyebrow)

[personal profile] scurlock 2012-01-26 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I ain't sure I like the sound of 'milk punch'," Doc muses aloud, as he approaches the counter and catches Ben's attention. "Though I will take a bourbon coffee with a bourbon on the side."

It's been a Day and a half, out back.

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