Happy Hour

[27_53]

Skellig is behind the bar tonight. He got the napkin asking him to bartend, and he accepted the offer.

However, when he asked for some snacks to serve (people are hungry, and if he can help, he will) the selection was not his usual fried Chinese food fare.

There is a bowl of gummy bears - gummy creatures, more accurately - that seem to be...wiggling on their own. There is a container of risque shaped pretzels with a sampler platter of various dips. There is a large tub of what might have been popcorn in another world, coated in glittering sugars.

He is...confused, to say the least.

After writing up a special: all drinks half price on the board, he sets about herding the wild gummy creatures back into their bowl. Most of them are attempting to climb the mountain of bar coasters instead.

He snags a rogue gummy cheetah and bites the head off in one clean go. Mmm. Lemon.


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[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

Katya is in a mood. Coop up a highly energetic girl too long in the same surroundings, and you get some of those days.

That'd be why there's an Other slipping through the gloom, doodling on his board when he's not looking.

It's possible she's taking inspiration from the pretzels.

[27_53]

He has a handful of dancing multicolored bears, and glances up at the board.

"...now that I didn't put there."

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

There's a giggle like the bubbles in champagne, and someone has nudged all of the jelly critters to go conga their way towards the dips.

[27_53]

"I don't know how well lime will go with peanut butter."

But he's certainly willing to find out!

Skellig dances along to the invisible beat -- until the bar's sound system is suddenly overtaken by a new song.

Suddenly, he has something to groove to.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

Suddenly there's a Russian girl sitting on the Bar, eying Skellig with askance, the silver of her bangles and rings frosted with the chill of the Gloom.

...

"Really?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Could I have some tea, please?" asks the tired-looking red-head approaching the bar. She starts to ask for something with caffeine in it, but is distracted by the escaping gummies.

Okay, so the bar still sometimes surprises her.

[27_53]

His wings are tucked under his coat, but she'll definitely notice that he is Not Like Them.

"Of course."

He returns with a variety box of tea bags. And a very large mug of hot water.

(There is an umbrella in it. The mug. He did not put it there.)

"Not sure what kind you prefer. So." He pushes the box over. "Try them all?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Very much Not Like Them. But not bad. At least... there isn't anything in his shadows that warns her away, and in Milliways, she depends on her Dark Sight to let her know what she might need to know.

"Thanks," Sunshine smiles, picking a tea bag from the box. "Think I'll stick with the Earl Grey, today."

[27_53]

"Sugar?"

It is normal to have sugar with tea, right? At least he thinks it is. He always finds the little brown and pink paper packets in the gutter outside of the Starbucks on 7th street. So it must be true.

There are shadows, yes, but they are not bad. He helps people. As much as they will let him.

[sunbaked_baker]

"No, thanks," she says, setting the tea to steeping. "I take mine without, usually. Get enough sugar over the course of a day, anyway."

Shadows aren't bad. They give things depth and tone, give us depth-perception and exteroception. And for some people, they give information.

It's more often the people casting the shadows that you have to worry about.

"I don't think I've seen you here before. Are you new?" Though she doubts it - she doesn't think Bar would ask a newcomer to bartend.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

Someone (someother?) is attempting to herd the gummies with x-rated pretzels, building a sort of corral that would look better in the Kama Sutra.

When critters escape, she considers it fair to eat them.

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus looks at the pretzels before turning around to see if perhaps the Lord Pan has returned.

[27_53]

"Interesting, aren't they?" He calls from down the bar before shuffling his way over to the congo-beat.

[friend_of_lucy]

"I imagine that the Lord Pan would approve of them,"

As some of the gummies conga by, he reaches out to tap one.

[27_53]

It attaches to his finger like a gecko to a plate-glass window, climbing up the back of his hand, all the while keeping the beat alive.

"Who is Lord Pan? He made of tin?"

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus laughs as it tickles and he moves his arm so it can go up more easily,

"No, he's not made of tin, he's Lord Pan, who all Fauns and Satyrs are made in the image of. Perhaps they'd like some more music. I have my pipes with me today."

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

There is a splash of cold, and a slim frizzle-haired girl sitting cross-legged on the bar, cheerfully sorting through pretzel types.

[friend_of_lucy]

The cold is strange and he looks up at her, "Do they taste good?"

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

She's honest, and she gives him the same answer she gave Skellig.

"Not as good as the real thing." She shrugs, fluidly.

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus considers them and her, Pan would like her, "They look as if they were crafted by the Lord Pan."

too late?

[starrydome]

Elrond stares a little at the - creatures - moving about and then asks for mulled wine. Keeping half an eye on the movements of the counter.

Re: too late?

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

Someone, or something, appears to be herding a pack of gummy tigers in Elrond's direction, each one of them frost-touched and consequently stiff.

Katya hasn't quite figured out how to not transfer the Gloom's chill to the little gummies

[starrydome]

He looks at the approaching - things. They are likely harmless, but he does not like the way they seem alive and yet not - and so he holds his hand out

and stops them.

He cannot do much here, this is true. And much power has seeped from his grasp since the One was unmade and the Three lost their purpose. Still, tiny creatures are not hard to deal with.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

And now there's a blonde Russian sitting on the bar, blinking at him.

That she felt. Again, a odd similarity to her boss rings familiar, and she's watching him a bit warily.

[starrydome]

"Well-met by starlight," he greets her, relaxing his hand. "Are they yours?"

They could be - from the way she suddenly made herself known.