bartending!

[death_gone_mad]

Poor Bar, the beginning of the week was quite rough on her.

Sarah, in the meanwhile, has had a pretty good week. She grew her hair back; she successfully picked the lock to her own room upstairs (she lost her keys somewhere in Mongolia); she found more appropriate clothes so that she could change out of the Combine uniform she came in with; she found the warrior practice ground mostly in order; and she was mostly able to avoid dealing with Bar.

But there is one thing she has to do before she goes back home. She came in all those months ago before leaving for Mongolia wearing an outfit that she thought she would be coming back with. That, too, was lost in Mongolia.

"Bar," she asks as sweetly as possible, "do you know those green robe I was wearing when I came in to leave for Gordon and Alyx's world? Could you provide me with another set, please?"

A folded set of green robes pops up, along with her room key and a note. "Argh, not today," Sarah growls after she reads the note. Thinking she can get out of bartending by erasing the specials that appeared on the board, she goes behind the bar before realizing she's trapped. The specials can't be erased either.
½ of Specials
Phoenix Paradise
Nuclear Rainbow
Nuka-Cola Quartz

"That's not funny," she protests as she adds two more drinks.

Slayer's Respite
Dragon Bitter

Happy hour is on once she pockets the key and hides the robes behind the counter. Which should be right now.

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[seat_five_girl]

"Sarah-san! Hi!"

[death_gone_mad]

"Hello Ako."

"Um... Bar got me again."

"Would you like something to drink?"

[seat_five_girl]

"Hmm. What's in a Nuka-Cola Quartz?"

[death_gone_mad]

She consults the big book of drinks.

"Well, it's not here." She examines the index and, "Huh, its an ingredient in some drinks, apparently."

She looks under the bar, and brings up what looks a lot like a Coca-Cola bottle, except filled with a clear liquid instead of the more familiar caramel colored soda.

Well, maybe familiar to Ako. Sarah wouldn't have a clue. "It was with the soft drinks. I think that means it doesn't have alcohol, if I remember right."

[seat_five_girl]

And it's not glowing, which is always a risk for drinks from that timeline.

"Not most of them, but I think some of the really early ones did," says Ako, "One of those please."

[death_gone_mad]

"Hmm, you learn something new every day here."

She slides over the coke bottle and goes hunting for an opener. Ah, there it is. That gets handed over too.

[seat_five_girl]

Most of the motions in opening the bottle come easily enough, until she hits the points where the robot strength she doesn't have would come into play.

Implanted educations are treacherous in some small but important ways.

Still, an extra few tugs makes the bottle cap pop off.

"I've been reading up on a lot of different things," says Ako, "Some of it sticks around in my head."

[death_gone_mad]

"So, apparently, I have been away for three months. Has anything exciting happened in that time?"

[seat_five_girl]

"Cubefall? I was a robot this year."

[death_gone_mad]

She shudders at the thought. "Ugh, I am so glad I missed that." So many cute fluffy kittens.

[seat_five_girl]

Being taller is cool when it happen though. In a controlled manner anyway.

"Hmmm. Anyway, where have you been all this time?"

[death_gone_mad]

"Do you know Gordon Freeman or Alyx Vance or Adrian Shephard? I was helping out on their world."

[seat_five_girl]

"I've met Alyx-san for certain," says Ako, "I kinda swapped bodies with her robot once."

Mumbling isn't helping young lady. Even if being stuffed into D0G's body kind of sucked.

[forgottenmotley]

"Do you think a phoenix paradise would be hot or cold?" the Fool asks sitting down at the bar.

He has something wiggling in his pocket.

[death_gone_mad]

She considers the question. "I would guess hot, the ones I am familiar with live in warm place." She decides to study the big book of drinks for the answer.

"This looks like a cold drink, though."

Ice and icecream --- what's that wiggling? A cat? A cat! How dare he - wait *sniff, sniff*

Not a cat.

[forgottenmotley]

"Not much of a phoenix paradise then is it," he says doubtfully. "You should make up a new drink that's proper to the name."

Nope. It's a puppy! A puppy that is very wiggly right now and trying to get out of his pocket.

[death_gone_mad]

But that mean she will have to be creative instead of destructive. Being creative is hard!

"Maybe I should."

She smiles at the puppy, but mostly because the puppy reduces the chances Alex, or the Fool or whatever he likes to be called is a cat person.

"Hello!" says the lady who smells ever so slightly of a dead cat.

[forgottenmotley]

He prefers either or.

"It would taste fantastic, I'm sure."

Being destructive is a form of creativity! At least that's what he would argue.

The puppy wiggles out of the pocket and gets places on the bar top. It's a little border collie with a curly tail that is moving quickly. It yips at her, tongue lolling.

"This is my puppy. I don't have a name for him yet."

[death_gone_mad]

"How about Icky?" she suggests, almost on instinct.

Her expression sours slightly. "Icthlarin is my brother's name. He liked jackals and dogs before he started whining that I was unnecessarily cruel to cats."

...

"He still likes wearing a dog mask everywhere he goes. But those cats took over his brain."

"Stupid cats."

[forgottenmotley]

"Icthlarin..." he rolls the name off his tongue, tasting it. "What does he look like?"

It may be a winner.

[death_gone_mad]

She describes something like a big Great Dane. Well, at least that was what his mask/headdress looks like.

Stupid dog-breathed, cat-loving Icthlarin...

Aww, she's missing playing dog and cat with him.

[forgottenmotley]

The puppy doesn't look at all like a big Great Dane. It wiggles and is adorable and then falls off the bar into the cherries.

[death_gone_mad]

One eyebrow way up.

The bowl of cherries, along with the puppy, gets set on top of the bar.

"I think your puppy is recommending that you buy these cherries. You must be deficient in vitamin cherry and whatnot."

The puppy already has smashed a number of the cherries, but the cherries are having their revenge on the puppy's coat. Sweet, sticky revenge.

[forgottenmotley]

"I think he fell into the cherries by accident," he counters. "Cherries are not vitamins. They're fruit."

Puppy is trying to lick the stuff off of him and failing miserably. He's just going around in circles.

[death_gone_mad]

Dogs will be dogs...

"Ok, I am recomending that you buy them." she says as she pushes the bowl toward The Fool.

Really, she doesn't want to deal with separating the crushed cherries from the whole ones and the washing then to remove the dog hair.

No, wait that is what a responsible person would do.

Maybe she just wants an excuse to not serve drinks that contain cherries.