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[gavin62truck]

Oh look, it's your friendly neighborhood off-duty firefighter who's just received a note from Bar, reminding him that his tab has increased at a startling rate, thanks to numerous purchases of alcohol and food, plus an additional amount equal to one month's rent.

"What the hell?"

...He's...still somewhat friendly?

"Jeezus. Fine."

He pockets his sunglasses, sheds his jacket, and goes behind the bar, dutifully ignoring the sharp ache of want that twists his gut.


SPECIALS

Guinness (Irish dry stout a.k.a. beer)
Bushmills (Irish whiskey)
Johnnie Walker (Scotch whiskey)
Baileys Irish Cream (what it says)

Ladies! Get 50% off any drink if you kiss the bartender!
(location of kiss negotiable)

Hey, it worked the last time. He really shouldn't even be offering a discount because of the tab, but dammit, he has to take the edge off sobriety somehow.


[OOC: Annnnd let the slowtimes begin!]

[tags: Sir Palamedes]

Comments

[balancingminds]

Charles wasn't expecting the Bar in the library and rubs his face before heading to the counter and staring at the specials,

"I've got editing to do so I shouldn't drink. Could I get some black tea with a dash of Scotch in it?"

[gavin62truck]

It's that English guy again. Tommy hopes he doesn't remember him.

"Black tea? Uhh..." Tommy checks what's been brewed and thankfully there's a heated pot of tea ready to go. "Sure thing."

He sets up a mug (he doesn't do teacups and saucers) and fills it just enough to add a dash of Walker's. "There ya go, pal. Lemme know if you need a bigger splash."

[balancingminds]

He does remember Tommy and the fire that accompanied his thoughts, "Thank you, that should do. How are you doing?"

[andproud]

Raven just reads the specials board for a long time, dark eyes flickering over the list, until she gets to the bottom.

And then a grin starts to blossom, slow and surprised.

"Location of kiss negotiable?"

[gavin62truck]

Far be it for Tommy to interrupt the young woman as she makes her decision, but it's kind of satisfying to catch that slow grin, because he knows exactly what she's just read.

"Totally negotiable," he reassures her with a grin of his own, mischievously crooked. "Wherever you want, you pick the spot. And you get to decide whether you wanna kiss me now, any time during the course of your drink, or afterwards. I'm very accommodating that way."

[andproud]

Far be it from her to point out that leaving it open-ended like that could put either (or both) of them in violation of the Bar's rules very, very quickly.

Instead, she just laughs, a soft chuckle as she shakes her head.

"Halfway through?" she suggests, since that seems fair. "And I'll take a Guinness."

[missginnytonic]

"Hello there."

She said softly with a smile. "You seem to have forgotten anything English." Her accent hints she's from that area.

[gavin62truck]

"Hi." His normally wolfish smile is toned down a bit to perhaps that of a trained hound.

"And no, I didn't forget. I'm Irish by way of New York City, and the Scotch is there as a default favorite. I could get you something English if you want, but you'd be missing out."

[missginnytonic]

"What would you recommend. I'll take your advice."

She smiles at him with a wink.

[deadlinedriven]

A drink sounds amazing, right now.

As such, a smartly dressed blonde saunters to the counter, and slides onto a stool.

She tucks away her iPad in favor of the specials board. A moment later, her lips curve into a half-smirk, and she arches one perfect eyebrow in the bartender's general direction.

[gavin62truck]

It's always the blondes. Always.

The curve of her lips and the arch of her eyebrow draw him in like a fish on a hook, and so she will soon find him standing before her, leaning on his hands on the bartop, at her service with his most winning smile.

"Hey there. What can I get'cha?"

[deadlinedriven]

Ooh, a live one.

Gina's eyes flick to the board, and back.

"That depends," she says, tilting her head just so as she surveys him. "These negotiations -- are they the back-room kind?"

[gorgonfondness]

"Why do the male bartenders offer discounts for kisses?"

So asks the pregnant woman sitting on a flying carpet.

[gavin62truck]

"Um..."

...Okay, the flying carpet is really throwing Tommy off right now.

"Incentive?"

[gorgonfondness]

Mia smiles sympathetically.

"Am I your first witch?"

Well, first blatant witch, possibly.

"I don't mind giving innocent kisses. And neither does my husband, though he can be the jealous type."

[olive_and_clove]

"I shall try the Guinness," comments the big guy who looks like he limped out off a Ren Faire or something. And, then as it seems to be the manner of the patrons here, "Please."

[gavin62truck]

Holy shit. What is it with these linebackers? First it was Thor, then this guy.

"Good choice," Tommy replies agreeably and politely, because it is a good choice, and also, hi, very large man.

He gets a glass and starts pouring from the tap. "So, I guess you ain't had one before. There's a special way to pour 'em, kinda like a ritual that every good bartender has to know or else they'll screw it up."

[olive_and_clove]

An eye brow raises.

"I trust you know this way? I am familiar with the beer of Egypt and the brews the monks make but no I have never heard of a stout or Guinness."

[boston_bruiser]

"Jesus. You really are desperate."

So says the SEAL in combat gear who just took a stool.

[gavin62truck]

"Wrong, asshole. I'm bein' generous. Whaddya want?"

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo shrugs. "Fuckin' surprise me."

(Yes, he just said that.)

[cbucsrule]

"Hey, Tommy." With a nod in greeting, he takes a seat at the bar. Frakking door, he doesn't know whether to love it or hate it for not opening. Still.

Still.

"Just a bottle of water." League play: he wants to be in top form for it. Some of his teammates, man, they'd laugh at him. All this booze, all this opportunity. Maybe they'd be able to afford complacency, but he can't.

[gavin62truck]

"Hey, Sam. What's up?" Tommy reaches down behind the bar for the chilled drinks and sets a bottled water on the countertop in front of him. "Nothing to chase that down with?"

[hey35andholding]

Clementine struts up in a tight red dress, her hair pinned up and her handbag tucked into her armpit. She eyes the menu and smirks.

"What if the bartender's already felt me up?"

[gavin62truck]

...!

Tommy's usually more discreet when ogling no, he isn't but he manages to get a few words out before too long.

"Previous gropes, fondles, and/or makeouts are excluded from this offer." He grins.

"Well, you're lookin' hot. Going on a date?"