Bartending!

[hey35andholding]

When the door catches Clementine, she actually freezes in her tracks in surprise - and juggles the basket of laundry she'd been carrying into a Suds and Fold back in Reno.

She shrugs and heads over to the bar, prepared to order something so cold it'll make her forget what August in Reno feels like. But there's a napkin and ugh...no arguements.


~SPECIALS:

Washington Square
Royal Laundry
Arctic Mouthwash

Peppermint Candy, soda, and beer on-tap, 20% off if you're ordering a craft brew from Reno Nevada

Fifty percent off your drink if you're willing to fluff and fold



She lips the top off of her bottle of cola and leans back against the bar. Within minutes you can find her eyeing the pile of laundry as if it's a mountain she must climb. Commiseration or mockery are equally welcome.

[OOC: celebrating the long-awaited conclusion of my home remodel! Tags are happening allll freaking night, and I'm cleaning out my backlog, and all slowtimes will be far less slow from now on.]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"The only thing I know about Reno is that in my time it's New Reno, and it's kind of a weird city," says Ellen, who is wearing her Brotherhood fatigues tonight. "Um. What's in a Washington Square?"

[hey35andholding]

Clementine remembers Ellen - vaguely. Oh yeah - her world's still. Oy. "It's a place in San Francisco," She says. There are a lot of Washington Squares. "It's also a bad laundry joke. And I'll give you thirty percent off if you ask for something from your Reno."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I meant what's in the drink," Ellen says mildly. "I think they make a beer in New Reno called Gamma Gulp, but I'm not really sure. Could I just get a Sunset Sarsaparilla? It's a soda they used to bottle outside Las Vegas, I know they still have it in the Mojave area..."

[hey35andholding]

Oops! "Gin, cherry brandy - it actually tastes a lot like maraschino cherries." That she can also do. Clem ducks under the bar, digs around in the cooler and "ahah!" pulls out a frosty bottle of soda and presents it to Ellen.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Thank you," says Ellen, and deposits a number of bottlecaps on the Bar. "We don't have this in my part of the country. Just plain old Nuka-Cola. I'll help with folding the laundry, though- is there anything special you need done?"

[hey35andholding]

"Nuka-Cola?" that's a new one on Clem. She picks up a transparent black blouse and starts folding it with expertise. "Only for you to be careful with my delicates, they cost more than the blouses."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"If you open the reach-in cooler over there and look in the back, there's usually a couple of bottles of it," Ellen says. "The glass of the bottles is blue, the soda is brown, and the label is red and white. It's not bad, as long as you don't get a bottle of Quantum instead, but you'd know Nuka-Cola Quantum if you saw it. It glows in the dark."

[hey35andholding]

And so there is a cooler, and into it Clementine reaches, bending over and snagging one of them. "Glows in the..." She holds up the bottle and eyes it with caution. "The future is braver than I thought."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh, Quantum's worse than that. I only know two people who've ever actually swallowed it," Ellen says as she settles to folding trousers and shorts and things of that nature. "One of them told me it's like drinking a regular Nuka-Cola and then eating a fistful of sugar and then getting punched in the head. And then he didn't have to turn on the light when he went to the bathroom for a week. The regular kind's just soda."

Which tastes remarkably like Coke, although not entirely.

[hey35andholding]

Clementine gingerly replaces the soda. "It's like taking Pop Rocks on coke," Clementine says. "And chugging a glo-stick. No thank you." She picks up her beer and settles down with it. "So how're things on your side of the door?

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Pretty good, for once," Ellen says. "I've been promoted to Paladin, and they took the opportunity to make me an official chaplain at the same time before sending me out on an assignment. We're working on getting a prewar robot factory up and running again. How about you?"

[hey35andholding]

"A Paladin? Well, good for you." It sounds pretty damn important. "Just for that, your first drink's free." Plus she's doing a pretty damn good job folding up Clem's jeans. "Dangle was promoted a couple of weeks ago...and he screwed it up, so he's back in town. The Wolves almost made the Western Conference. But otherwise, nothing much."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Thank you! It's a military rank. It's kind of like being a commissioned officer," Ellen says. "So that's something. Is Dangle his actual name, or just a call sign? I ask because I've got an initiate called Dimple on guard duty at the factory, but I haven't found out how she got stuck with that name yet."

[thesupersmeller]

Still a little hungover, but smiling at least, Gus saddles up to the bar and the familiar bartender.

"Hello, hello, hello..." he offers a small smile and taps the bar; "I'll take something sweet, please - no alcohol."

[hey35andholding]

She grins at him. "Well, hello yourself sexy," she teases, then leans against the bar. "How do you feel about cherries?"

[thesupersmeller]

Gus rolls his eyes at the thought of anyone calling him 'sexy' for anything other than to tease.

"They're pretty good, I wouldn't turn to them down."

[hey35andholding]

Oh stop it, you! "Then I've got something sweet for you."

A few quick gestures and he has his own Washington Square. "Have a taste."

[thesupersmeller]

Still, she's cute and paying attention to him - which pretty much means he'll put up with just about anything.

"I'm sure you do, girl..." he murmurs, looking over the drink before asking; "No booze?"

[hey35andholding]

And she'd insist he's plenty cute in return, durnit! She gives him as much cleavage as a teeshirt will allow. "There's brandy and gin in that thing, hon."

She plucks a cherry from the jar and pushes it between her lips, fiddling with the stem flirtatiously.

[thesupersmeller]

He considers the drink and frowns, his eyes drawn up to her and the back to the sweet looking drink... and then back to her distraction.

"I'm... uh... kind of still working off my last drinking adventure... but..."

Saying 'no' to a pair of sweet eyes and a stretched out t-shirt? Not happening.

"I guess just one... I'll take it slow." Gus picks up the drink and takes a small sip off the rim, eyes half lidded with the warm notes of brandy mingling with the berry-tang of the gin wrapped in a cherry hug.

"Mmmm..."

[hey35andholding]

"Told you it was sweet," she teases. Then she takes a handful of Starlight Mints and puts them on the bar. "If you want, I'll make the rest virgin."

[thesupersmeller]

His eyelids flutter as he hazards another drink before responding; "Mmm, probably for the best. I went three rounds with Jose last night in the form of margaritas as big as my head dipped out of a kiddie pool."

Looking back down to the bar, he picks up a mint and unwraps it slowly - considering what it could do to the taste of the drink and assuming it could only make him drink slower.

"Not that I have a problem, or anything - I just had a rough week and my boy and I went out for taco bar night at our favorite Mexican karaoke place. And, well, you know... someone had to be the designated tequila drinker."

[hey35andholding]

Clementine's not necessarily pro-sobriety, but she doesn't want him to do something foolish. "Your boy?" Ohh, that explains it. "Just tell a girl if you've got a boyfriend next time."

[thesupersmeller]

Gus nearly knocks over his drink in the mad rush to shake his head and hold up his hands as soon as the assumption clears her lips.

"Oh God! No, no... it aint like that! It's not like that at all. I'm straight. I love women." His voice raises a notch, clearly flustered though he attempts to control it; "I mean, I really, really like women. A lot. And not men. Definitely not my best friend."

[hey35andholding]

"Oh," she says. Then, "relax, man. Everything's cool." She makes him a cup of raspberry-flavored iced tea and presents to to him for his drink number two. "I was going to tell you to call him your 'boo' and cut to the chase, but I guess I was wrong."