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[cbucsrule]

Time to pay down his tab, he figures, and pouring drinks and talking with people, it's a nice change of pace. Besides, he's not about to say no to Bar. She treats him way too well.

At least this time he gets to pick the specials.

Santino Gold
Hordeum
Ambrosia, straight up or mixed

There. Easy. All stuff he knows, not that he needs to make it easy on himself. As usual, he's got his notebook, the one with the pyramid plays outlined in it, and while he waits he works on a couple strategies for his team and a couple new combat strategies to try if he ever gets back to Caprica, a glass of ice water at his side.

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[forgottenmotley]

Something yips at his feet.

It's a black and white puppy with a colorful collar.

[cbucsrule]

"Hey, man. No ambrosia for you." Reaching down, he pets the puppy. "Where the frak did you come from?"

It's not the first dog he's seen at this place, but it's the first puppy.

[forgottenmotley]

"I imagine the same place all puppies come from. A bitch."

The Fool sits down at the bar with a grin on his face.

Jocundus, meanwhile, eats up the attention.

[cbucsrule]

"Hey, man. This one's yours?" He picks up the puppy, cradles him under one arm and pets his head furiously. "Cute little frakker. When I was a kid, I had a black-and-white dog. He was great."

He sets the puppy down on top of the bar. "What's this one's name? And can I get you a drink?"

It's been a while since they saw each other. Alex, Alexander. Yeah, that's it. "How the frak've you been?"

[forgottenmotley]

"He is! I got him a little while ago. His name is Jocundus."

Said Jocundus licks at Sam eagerly. "I would like a drink. Anything's good."

Humming a little, he says, "I've found a queen."

[stuck_mynock]

Atton drops down from the rafters, landing on the bar in a crouch and peering at the board.

Then at Sam.

Then at the board.

"What's the Ambrosia like?"

[cbucsrule]

There's a flashy entrance for you. He's tall, but he still has to look up at the guy crouching on top of the bar. Unfazed, though, he takes a step back and grabs a bottle of ambrosia.

"Best drink on all twelve colonies of Kobol." He pours a shot, hands it over. "Give it a try. If you don't like it, I'll drink it and get you something else."

He'd never waste good ambrosia. Never.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton downs the shot quickly.

"Well," he says dubiously, "it's no lum."

[cbucsrule]

"Nope." All he can do is shake his head and agree. "It's definitely not that. What the frak's lum?"

Every time he's back here, every single time, he learns about something new. Something he's never had before. Last time it was the goat's milk shit, the kumis. Hopefully lum won't be quite so disgusting.

Then again, he doesn't take much for granted. Not any more.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton peers at Sam. He may be considering whether to ransom this information in exchange for a piggyback ride.

"Beverage," he settles on eventually.

[hopeitsworthit]

"So when you say ambrosia," Dean says, sliding onto a barstool and smirking a little, "we talkin' about some kind of alcohol, or that weird-ass marshmallow and fruit shit?"

Please say it ain't that last one, Sam.

Give a guy some hope for other universes.

[cbucsrule]

"Frak that marshmallow and fruit shit. This is the real thing." Grabbing a bottle, he shows it to Dean before uncapping it and pouring a healthy glass full of the acid-green liquid. Two glasses, one for each of them, 'cause why the frak not?

It's nighttime. Might as well.

"Nectar of the frakking gods, man. If you don't like it, there's no hope for you. None at all."

Not that he's sitting in actual judgment or anything.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah," Dean says, huffing out a laugh.

"Where've I heard that before?"

The Pit, really, but who's counting?

He'll take a swallow in a minute.



Make that a minute and a half.

[cbucsrule]

"How's it going, man?"

He never had brothers or sisters, never had that luxury. But if he had, he'd hope it'd be someone like Dean. Someone to frak around with, someone easy-going. Even if the guy is waiting to take a sip of the ambrosia, doesn't mean he has to.

(He's probably the older brother anyway.)

No matter what happens, he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of the taste of ambrosia. Nope, he can't think of a single person he's met who hasn't liked it. And he's met a lot of people over the years.

[hopeitsworthit]

There are a lot of things Dean's resolutely not thinking about right now. He'd like to say it gets easier with practice.

"It's goin'."

Dean's not much for sipping, these days.

Swigging, sure.

Here's hoping the ambrosia doesn't go down too hard for a functioning alcoholic that drinks himself to sleep every night.

[katyafeline]

The front door opens and closes. Must be a loose hinge.

The air temperature drops, precipitously in places (though coincidentally it's all creating a trail towards the bar). Heater must be on the fritz.

So Sam, you really shouldn't worry when you see a tiger's tail out of the corner out of your eye. Clearly, the hallucinogen filters have broken down.

That, and Katya had a bit of a brawl out in Skellig's world, and has come looking for vodka without remembering to shift back to something like human.

[cbucsrule]

Huh.

That's weird. He almost thinks he should've put hot drinks on the menu for a second, but it doesn't last.

Either that, or he oughtta have his eyes checked. Maybe he can find that doctor, that McCoy guy he met the first night. He seemed to have a test for everything. Including thinking he's seeing big cats.

[katyafeline]

That's a good idea, Sam. Katya can attest that yes, that man has a test for everything. It is ridiculous.

Perhaps he can come up with an explanation why the thirsty tiger has jumped up onto the sideboard to get a better look at the vodka.

[cbucsrule]

Whoa.

He takes a step back, hands up in the universal gesture of innocence. Yeah, this is a frakking bar at the frakking end of the frakking universe, but that is one big motherfrakking cat.

"Hey, man." The words come slowly, like they're some sort of labor of love. "Can... can I get you something?"

This definitely wasn't in the job description.

[katyafeline]

......

Oops, says the cat's expression (if you can read tiger expressions). She hadn't meant to do that.

It's a good thing Olya isn't here, she'd be flayed alive.

But now she has to figure out what to do here, because she still really wants some vodka, and leaving will not get her vodka.

While she tries to somehow decide how this situation resolves in vodka, she nods. Nodding is good!

[awesome_lilly]

"Okay," Lilly says, settling on a bar stool. "I've had ambrosia in like, seventeen different universes and it is never the same in any of them."

She tilts her head at the bartender.

"What's your version like? And I'm telling you right now, if it involves marshmallows, it's not happening."

[cbucsrule]

The question makes him laugh. How the frak can he describe ambrosia without pouring a glass? Especially for a really pretty lady he hasn't met before?

"Well." Like there's some suspense involved, he shrugs as casually as he can. "It's like... huh. Ask a ball player to tell you what his favorite drink is like, why don't you. It's only the best frakking thing ever. In my always humble opinion, but you can decide for yourself."

The bottle it comes in is unassuming: brown with the gold label. The drink inside is acid green, but it's as smooth as the best whiskey with floral and citrus overtones. Now that he's built it up so nicely, she'll probably be the first person he's met who doesn't like it. That'd figure. He pours her a glass anyway, slides it over the bar's surface just so.

"Tell me what you think."

[awesome_lilly]

"I approve of the color, at least!"

Lilly picks up the glass, shrugs, and with her usual cautious approach to new experiences, downs a healthy swallow.

"Nice." She grins at him. "Not a hint of marshmallow, and it almost lives up to the hype."

[cbucsrule]

"Story of my life." With a laugh, he extends his hand. "Anders. Sam Anders." It's no secret, at least not to the people who know him, that he appreciates a woman who appreciates her ambrosia almost as much as he appreciates a woman who can keep up with him.

"Not the marshmallow part. Just making that perfectly clear."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly laughs, reaching out to shake his hand.

"Yeah, you don't really give off a marshmallow vibe. I'm Lilly Kane. Formerly of Earth, now more of a cosmos-politan."

Hence the vast and mostly pleasant experience with ambrosia.

"So, you're a ball player? Baseball or rollerball or Calvinball or?"