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milliways_bar2012-03-13 06:18 pm
puckishly) wrote in milliways_bar2012-03-13 06:18 pm
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bartending!
The trouble with posing as Havelock's manservant, Puck has found, is that he has to actually be his servant-- in public, at least. While initially diverting and kinky enough, the game quickly lost its savor.
Freaking Grand Sneer. Freaking Lord Whatshisface, making inquiries into who killed his predecessor (spoiler alert it was Havelock) and necessitating that they go off on this junket in the first place.
Fortunately, Havelock-- being the gentleman he is-- agreed to a compromise.
When Puck appears behind the bar this evening, he is dressed in the style of a young Morporkian Gentleman of Breeding-- which is to say, in a little more frill than is strictly necessary. A magenta cravat appears to be heavily implicated in the proceedings.
"I say," he exclaims, "how positively sporting of you, bar old girl! I'll get right to it, shall I?"
Tonight's Special
ATLANTEAN
[ooc: YEEHAW. Open until I cry for mercy, friends. For more information on Atlantean wine, Google may be kinder to you than to me, but I like Sunshine's post on the subject.]
Freaking Grand Sneer. Freaking Lord Whatshisface, making inquiries into who killed his predecessor (spoiler alert it was Havelock) and necessitating that they go off on this junket in the first place.
Fortunately, Havelock-- being the gentleman he is-- agreed to a compromise.
When Puck appears behind the bar this evening, he is dressed in the style of a young Morporkian Gentleman of Breeding-- which is to say, in a little more frill than is strictly necessary. A magenta cravat appears to be heavily implicated in the proceedings.
"I say," he exclaims, "how positively sporting of you, bar old girl! I'll get right to it, shall I?"
Tonight's Special
ATLANTEAN
[ooc: YEEHAW. Open until I cry for mercy, friends. For more information on Atlantean wine, Google may be kinder to you than to me, but I like Sunshine's post on the subject.]
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"I think I'll stick with something safer, if it's all right with you." She's sure her nightmares of identity crisis and vampiric horrors lately have had something of her memories of that hangover in them.
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"Safer?" he repeats, foppishly. "Crikey, Atlantean's not safe?"
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"Leaves and herbs in boiled water for you."
Puck turns, eeny-meenying between teas.
"... I say, are you particular about the sort?"
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Puck rummages around for some tea, and finally, after what may be a suspicious struggle, sets a steaming mug down before Sunshine.
Everything looks to be in order.
"Cream? Sugar?" Beat. "Cream?"
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"I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new-ish?" He doesn't seem new, but one never knows.