Happy Hour!

[thenewblack]

Did you see the specials go up?

Specials
The Batman (Root beer, vanilla, coffee)
The Green Arrow (Blue raspberry dirnk, Lemon juice, Lime juice, carmal syrup)
The Black Canary (Grapefruit juice, chocolate syrup, soda water)

No alcohol here, sorry. Please ask your friendly waitrat.

Well, they are now. Along with a bartender in a leather jacket. Drink up!

Comments

[unrepentantrogue]

"No alcohol? How is that even possible?" The sign has the Scoundrel wondering why a bar would serve something non-alcoholic. "And what are these waitrats?"

[thenewblack]

"The first thing you do is stop serving it once it's gone bad," says Artemis, "As for the waitrats, they'd be the extra fuzzy waiters. About yeah high, with the trays?"

[unrepentantrogue]

"So they are actual waiters." The man nods, perusing the board. "Strange-looking creatures are not very strange to me."

Moving closer, the Scoundrel takes a seat. "What would you recommend, fair maiden?" There might be a touch of... cheekiness, in his tone.

[thenewblack]

"Depends. Hos do you feel about fizzy drinks? Or bitter ones?"

[unrepentantrogue]

"Bitter I had, fizzy is usually something the nobility drinks to show they can afford it." And Lyndon would very much rather have the gold. "Let us start with the bitter."

[thenewblack]

"The Green Arrow it is."

Usually this includes two kinds of alcohol to make the drink turn green when stirred, but Artemis is improvising. It's also a bit more sour than bitter, but there you go.

[unrepentantrogue]

Sour is good too.

The man tries the drink, and mulls it over, on deciding for like or dislike. "Fruit juice, mostly. Something for..." He stops himself before saying 'kids', instead... "...younger people. But good."

Then a hand is offered. "I'm Lyndon."

[thenewblack]

"Artemis," she says taking the hand and shaking firmly. Her calluses are those of an archer.

"And there are plenty of times when a clear head would do some good. I don't think anyone's found that at the bottom of a beer bottle yet."

[unrepentantrogue]

His calluses are those of an archer as well, and a rogue recognizes another. "Oh, it's a matter of learning to pace yourself and focus: drinking is much more fun when you do not do it too recklessly."

[thenewblack]

Rouges of a sort, yes.

"Never been much good at pacing," she admits, "I'm all about getting into the deep end of things."

[unrepentantrogue]

"The deep end is fun indeed, and getting ti over your head is a most thrilling experience." As long as you don't get yourself killed. "Curious is, you enjoy such deep ends, but does not serve alcohol?"

To him, obviously, adventuring and drinking go hand in hand.

[thenewblack]

"Never got a taste for it," she says, "And it slows you down, fries your brain a little. There are plenty of things back home stronger, faster and stranger than anything human. No point in making it easy for them if it comes to that."

Also, she won't be legal for dealing with alcohol for years yet, but details.

[52_dropoff]

"I can't imagine Ollie liking a drink named for him that doesn't have any alcohol." Pause. "Batman would approve, though."

[thenewblack]

"Ollie who?"

Admit nothing!

[52_dropoff]

"Ollie Queen, the Green Arrow. The poster child for how not to keep an identity secret." At least when Charlie knew him. Word was when Ollie came back from the dead, he took the idea more seriously. How else could he run for mayor?

[thenewblack]

"You might want to keep that under your hat," says Artemis, "As far as I know he's still secret back home. If it's the same between our worlds that is.

"You want something?"

[52_dropoff]

"A Black Canary, light on the chocolate.

"And I guess I can keep it quiet. Though if we do come from different worlds, I would still be surprised if, er, GA, doesn't mess up once in a while. Great hero, great archer, but not exactly serious." Something Charlie liked about him.

[thenewblack]

Artemis starts adding the ingredients, light on the chocolate as requested.

"No point in making it worse," she says sliding the drink over, "But, eh, do you actually know the namesakes?"

[52_dropoff]

"All three. GA and Canary were friends, even before I met Canary here. Batman...I doubt he's anyone's friend." Even with his sidekicks. "I worked with all three. Called myself the Question." He never expects anyone to know him.

[thenewblack]

"Huh. Never heard of you, and I'm pretty good about keeping an eye on the cape tracking blogs," admits Artemis.

Or following alerts from the computers at Mount Justice now. Either or.

[52_dropoff]

"Then I either don't exist, or do a pretty good job at being invisible. Or do a terrible job being a cape.

"Not that I did the cape thing. I barely did the costume thing."

He sips the drink. Not bad, but he'll take his juice straight next time.

[thenewblack]

"It's kind of a catch-all term," she admits, "What made you stop?"

[52_dropoff]

"First, some doubts about the mission. Then being dead. And then deciding it was time to let someone else be a fighter.

"I'm not dead anymore, if that matters." If she really follows superhero news, then not being dead shouldn't be that much of a surprise to her.

[evil_koala_626]

Sometime after the events recounted here A pointy eared shadow falls over the Bar.

"Oooh," croaks an intruiged voice before Stitch shifts position so that he's no longer blocking the light fixture and cescends toward the floor.

[thenewblack]

There are a sharply limited number of people who make that sort of shadow from back home.

But this is Milliways and there are more options.

"What."