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[cbucsrule]

The specials show up on the board the minute he gets there. Bartending's fun -- at least he had fun the last time he was back here -- and if nothing else, he'll have paid off that new set of clothes Bar gave him after his trip to Ellen's world. The last thing he wants is to be known as some kind of freeloader. He's always paid his way, ever since he was seventeen and found himself alone, and there's no reason he'd stop doing it just 'cause he's stuck here.

Tonight's Specials

Easy Action
Between the Sheets
A Goodnight Kiss

The specials make him laugh but hey, they're kind of appropriate and at least they go in progression. He adds one more thing to the board before setting up shop for the duration:

Pyramid advice & info always free

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[missmarybennet]

Mary is carrying some sheets of paper, a quill pen, an ink well, a stick of wax and a seal with her this evening. All the proper paraphernalia for writing a letter to Jane in London. She awkwardly deposits the lot on the Bar and takes a seat.

"Good evening, Mr. Anders," she says, when she notices the bartender.

She frowns as her eyes go to the specials board.

"Are those meant to be the names of drinks?"

They're even stranger than names of drinks here usually are.

[cbucsrule]

"Hey, Mary."

She's easy to remember, all shy and reserved and everything. He glances again at the specials board, shrugs helplessly, and nods. (No, maybe the right word for her is proper.)

"Yeah. People will name drinks after anything." Flipping through the bartending guide stuck back here, he's just relieved Sex With The Captain isn't one of tonight's specials. If it had been, he was gonna have to argue his case to get that one wiped out.

"Get you anything?"

[missmarybennet]

Proper would be quite a good descriptive, really.

"There seem to be so many of them, I suppose people have had to get creative in the naming of them. Even if the names make no sense."

Mary had looked at Bar's book on drinks when she'd tended it herself. There are an astounding number of them.

"Perhaps just a glass of orange juice."

Mundane, perhaps, but hard to get at home.

"Have you been well?"

[cbucsrule]

"Yeah, yeah, I've been good." He won't bother to tell her about the robots with the human brains or any of that shit, and orange juice, that's way too easy. The little fridge down here has so much shit crammed into it, but he comes up with a bottle of what looks like really good orange juice. He pours it into a glass for Mary, hands it over along with a napkin and, for the hell of it, a couple cherries on one of those little plastic sword-shaped toothpicks.

"How about you? You been staying out of trouble?" And she had a friend with a... a leg thing back home too. "And your friend, the one who hurt himself? That was you, right?"

It's been a little while.

[gryphon_leaper]

One day, perhaps, the markings the locals make on the slate will begin to look as if they make some sort of sense. When that day comes, Thalestris may ask about them. But for now, all she sees when she looks is scratchings and scribble, nothing any better than she herself might make if someone put a wax tablet and stylus in her hand. So she ignores the scribbled nonsense and turns towards the man behind the counter. "If there is kumiss, I would like that," she says, "and if not, the place's wine, well watered, will do, please."

She's a finger or so shy of five feet tall, and looks perhaps fifteen or sixteen at most. The shift she borrowed from Bar to throw over her bull-dancer's garb and ward off this place's chill does nothing to make her look any older, either.

[cbucsrule]

Wow, here's a tiny little thing. When you're tall like he is, a lot of people look tiny but she really is. He can't tell if she's old enough to drink and he has no frakking idea what kumiss is.

"Let me take a look and see what we have."

He's not even sure what he's supposed to be looking for, but this bottle with... hey, that looks like the ancient writings, he used to see that around when he was playing ball on Gemenon... with a milky white something inside and a word that starts with K catches his eye, and it he picks it up with a frown.

"This anything like what you're looking for?"

[gryphon_leaper]

"It has the right look," says Thalestris, "or at least I think it does. We don't store it in carved crystal at home, though, only in skins or jars. If I could smell it I would know. They haven't got any of it in the Labyrinth, not for all my asking. Just in this place, however they manage it."

[cbucsrule]

"This place." With a shake of his head, he uncaps the bottle and hands over for her inspection. "Sniff away to your heart's content. I can't believe all the things this place comes up with. Things it shouldn't be able to get, you know?"

This K-bottle stuff looks pretty disgusting, but so does ambrosia if you've never seen it before. He'll happily reserve judgment. "I'm Sam. We haven't met before."

[will_scarlett]

The bruise on Will's face has turned an interesting color and he looks over the specials with a smirk, he love the names of drinks,

"Which one would be cool an strong?"

He's decided to not go back just yet and so his sword is upstairs, but he's still in Lincoln green.

[cbucsrule]

That question, it makes him laugh. "Cool and strong? Any of them. Probably the Easy Action. I've gotta tell you, man, none of these are my drinks. If it was up to me, I'd just be serving a nice Picon Ale and straight ambrosia. Maybe I'd get fancy and mix sparkling wine with some Juni Red. But I didn't get to choose."

He shakes his head, just a little. "How sweet do you like your drinks?"

[will_scarlett]

"If the sweetness is chocolate, like 'em sweet but if na, rather 'ave somethin' straight,"

Will loves chocolate and can only get it here.

[cbucsrule]

He shakes his head, only a little sadly. "Nah, none of these have chocolate. But if you want, I can give you something not on the specials board. You tried ambrosia yet? It's a... well, I guess it's most like whiskey, bottled on my world."

Or used to be.

"Strong and smooth and deceptively easy to drink too much of. As long as you don't mind something green in your glass."

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah puts her boots on the bar for somewhere to put them. (They're work boots. The soft black legs are folded down over the feet, and one of them has a heel torn partway off.

She looks at the specials to choose.

And bursts out laughing.

She wants all three

[cbucsrule]

"Hey, hey, no boots on the bar. She's sleeping." He's just joking, just giving Dinah a little bit of shit. "Especially for people who laugh at my drink specials. Like I had anything to do with it."

But he has to laugh too, 'cause it's contagious and it's a frak of a lot more fun than acting hurt over the specials Bar chose to saddle him with.

"What can I get you? Or do you just want to sit there and laugh at me all night? Which, by the way, is one hit I'm perfectly capable of taking. Just so you know."

(Yeah, he likes her.)

[raptorcanaria]

"At least there's one," she counters promptly.

"I will have some easy action, then, as you're offering."

[cbucsrule]

"Point to the lady with the pretty smile, the one making fun of the captain."

Yeah, he ever finds himself on another world where they auction off his time for charity, he's gonna insist on it being a bartending gig. He only ever did it a few times back in the day, but it was a blast. He likes it. A whole new career in his future, for when he's too godsdamn old for pyramid.

He mixes up the brandy and vermouth and whiskey and a squeeze of lemon juice, shakes it with some crushed ice ("look, I'm following directions and everything") and pours it all into a glass for her.

"Easy Action, here you go. I'm not gonna make any judgment on it, unlike some other people here, and I'm also not even gonna tell you that people used to tell me Easy was my middle name. What the frak, right? It doesn't even start with the right letter."

[1nv1nc1ble]

"Hey, Sam, right? The pyramid player?" asks Invincible, stepping up to the Bar. Behind him, a table is decorated with a bookbag, several textbooks, and a stack of paper. "Can I get a Coke? I have a stack of homework that I need to stay awake through." Behind the goggles, his eyes look tired, but it's the tired of someone who has been working hard, not someone who's been missing sleep.

[cbucsrule]

"Hey. That's me, guilty as charged." Now to test his own memory. "In... no, not Indestructible, something like that, though. Invincible?" Yeah, that sounds right, that's it; he nods. Ice, soda, straw, no problem, when he was in high school he worked at an all-night diner and he knows the drill.

"Here you go. If you need extra caffeine, just let me know. I can lace it with... uh... more soda. What are you studying?"

[1nv1nc1ble]

"Invincible, yup." He takes the drink and drops a few bills on the Bar. "World History and Physics. I ended up having to take care of some business this evening, and I forgot about it until I was about crash. Shouldn't be too hard, but I can't go to bed before I get it done."

[tobenormal]

Hank is surprised to find someone behind the bar today and sort of freezes as he's not sure what to do.

[cbucsrule]

"Hey, man, come on over and sit down. Don't be shy."

This guy has to be new. Or at least newer than he is, which is something of a relief. It sucks being the new kid in town.

"Promise I won't bite."

[tobenormal]

"Oh course you won't," New Guy sort of mumbles. "I mean you're not a vampire or anything right? Wait, are you a vampire?"

[a1enzo]

"Hey, man. What's processing?"

[cbucsrule]

"Cute, Enzo, cute. Can I get you something binary?"

He knows water and other liquids are out of the question, but it's entirely possible there's something back here that the guy actually can imbibe. He guesses he'll find out.

"How've you been?"

[a1enzo]

"Cute? Oh! No, that's... actually how we say it in cyberspace."

To each their own slang.

"I'll just have a code cola. That minifridge there." He leans over the bar to point. "I'm okay. You?"