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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.

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[andproud]

She grins, lifting the drink that she's half-started by now.

"Go to a bar, for starters."

[realmrsreynolds]

"True. Bar doesn't have you working too much though.

"Maybe outside? Now that spring's here..."

[andproud]

"I like being outside here," she absently admits.

It's less of a city than Oxford, and the wide open spaces are more relaxing than not.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Me too - I keep an eye on my son's horses here, but since I don't own the place, I don't have to keep track of everything."

[andproud]

"Speaking of ownership - "

She leans forward slightly.

"Is anyone in charge here? You know, in the traditional sense?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"I don't know what traditional sense you mean. I'm one of the head Barmen, so I have a say in most things that happen here.

"But I don't own the place. Neither does...anyone I've ever met, actually."

[andproud]

"So no one knows how this place appeared? One day it wasn't here and then the next it was?"

Wherever here is. She has yet to figure that part out, too.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Were you here for the apocalypse? I think it's like that - that the bar just...moves, somehow. Starts over again."