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[andproud]

This time, Raven marches into the Bar, sans her brother.

A napkin appears to greet her moments later.

"Really?" Beat. "Sure I will."


Specials
Mai Tai
Manhattan
Margarita

(And then a little further down - )

Blue Colada

It is her favorite color, after all.

[ tiny tags: charles xavier, raven darkholme ]

[ ooc: Tag in, tag each other! ST/LT welcome and appreciated. Open for tags until this reads otherwise. Closed to new tags. ]

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[balancingminds]

Her brother is resting his head on the counter, his robe under his elbows, when he hears her voice and looks up,

"Hello, what's got you so happy?"

[andproud]

She stands in front of him, resting her hands on her hips.

"Haven't you heard? I'm the new bartender."

Beat.

"Well, temporarily."

[balancingminds]

He's looking a little pale as he ended up in a rather bad anxiety dream in the stacks,

"You'll do a good job. Can I get a Scotch?"

[basic_powers]

...If Charles is sleeping, this might be Tyler's one chance to play a little light-hearted prank. Just has to be as quiet as possible...and then sneak the purple felt cowboy hat onto his head.

[balancingminds]

He's not sleeping just ignoring the world but he feels something on his head and reaches up while keeping his eyes mainly closed,

"What?"

[hadyougoing]

"I want a Mai Tai!" Ava says enthusiastically.

"... I think."

She doesn't remember what goes in those.

[andproud]

"Rum, lime juice - ?"

Raven falters, wracking her brain for the rest.

Another napkin appears.

"Oh, yeah. Right."

[hadyougoing]

"That sounds promising," Ava nods.

"Is there any other juice in there?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"A root beer float is okay?"

A slim girl clad entirely in black slips onto a barstool, gaze flicking from Bar's top to tonight's bartender.

"It does not begin with 'M'."

In case that is important.

[andproud]

"No," Raven murmurs, lips teasing into a grin.

"But I'm not going to rule it out because of that."

[cutting_edgex23]

"Okay," X says easily, expression remaining oh-so-solemn.

"Good."

Beat.

"I do not like alcohol."

It could be relevant!

[electro_kinetic]

Up comes Noriko--now with bandaged arms under her gauntlets--and grins at the specials board, blue hair still braided into a strip down her scalp.

"Do I have to ask?"

[ooc: may go into instant slowtime but I really wanted to tag.]

[andproud]

"You could."

Raven grins, moving down the bar to collect some bottles.

"But I'm pretty sure you don't need to."

[electro_kinetic]

Nori smiles back, and takes a seat on one of the barstools, rubbing her arm where the bandages are itching. The burns aren't that bad, but she doesn't want to unwrap them yet.

"Favorite color. As you might know." She turns her head; recently she's had black and yellow ribbons added into her hair, and she's wearing one of her uniform tops with jeans.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Could I get a Manhattan please, dear?"

It's more spoken to the bar herself, before Sallie tunes in a bit more to realize that it's happy hour time -- and looks up to see someone she recognizes.

"Why hello."

[andproud]

"Hi," Raven answers, somewhat warily.

"And um, yeah, sure. It's definitely one of the few things I know how to make."

Thanks to Charles.

[realmrsreynolds]

"I have a great big book that I used as a reference when I started working here, if you'd like to borrow it for your shift.

"Did you learn from Charles?"

Sallie's less than stealthy when she knows things, at times.

[thefirststark]

"I have neither seen or had a Manhattan in a while," says a man in a suit of the sort Raven might remember seeing as a kid.

[andproud]

"What, guy like you?"

She sizes him up with a look.

"That wouldn't have been my guess."

[basic_powers]

"May I please have a blackberry Mad Dog Smoothie please?"

Tyler asks, politely enough with his elbows on the wooden counter.

[andproud]

She mimics his posture, both eyebrows rising into a curious smile.

"Okay, but you've got to tell me: what's in a Mad Dog?"

[heartofthedream]

"Blue Colada." Her emerald eyes stay on the words a moment longer, before slipping to the girl. "Please."

[andproud]

Her back's mostly turned, so she responds over one shoulder, rising up on the tips of boot-clad feet to reach the bottles again.

"You got it."

[nathansummers]

Nathan is tired, but smiling, when he descends the stairs, and heads for the bar. With a grin, he eyes the woman behind the bar, remembering long ago. Huhn. Now that is just plain odd.

He settles to a bar stool, and waits his turn for attention, content to observe her curiously.

[andproud]

She doesn't have to be paying complete attention to feel a pair of eyes on her. Her own shift and move, coming to rest on where she senses the source of that uncomfortable feeling.

"Help you?" she asks, lips pursing slightly. Testing. Waiting.