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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*Wanders in from the kitchen, looking slightly wary and a little hung-over; turning back to the kitchen as he goes* Thanks, Gil...

Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.

Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.

Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...

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[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

A margarita, please. -- Thanks, gentle, sir.
... Your place attracts a motley clientele.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

...I am not motley, my lord Prince...

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

My lady is not mottled, that is true,
But is a member of a crowd "composed
Of diverse, oft incongruous, elements."

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

And if by motley you mean bright and fair,
She is indeed in motley all her days.

*slides an arm around Kassandra's waist and grins*

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

*Cocks head and looks curiously at the pair of them*

She's fair indeed, but how could this have been
What I meant when I spoke before
Of your establishment's patrons as quite
A varied lot? I do not understand.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

May not a jester don a motley cap?
Of brightest pretty hues to please the eye?

*winks*

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

Aye, might he well, but if my eyesight's true,
Your friend is not herself of many shades.
That's all. I grant that if one counts the hair
And skin and dress as all part of one whole,
The lady is fair motley. I concede.

*Raises glass, bows slightly, smiles.*

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*grins* Drink's on me. I haven't had that much fun with words in ages.

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Sirius. But I can pay the bill.
I was about to ask you what you've got
For folk whose hunger doth outweigh their thirst.

[OOC: Me too. Meant to take a break and make dinner when all this began. Heh.]

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

[OOC: It's a beautiful thing when it falls into your lap (http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&va=motley&x=0&y=0), man.]

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*laughs* A margarita on the rocks or froze?
We get along all right, they're mostly friends.

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

Rocks? Surely not. You serve stones in your drinks?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Ice, m'lord.
Frozen it is, I think, for you.

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

But if it's frozen, how then can I -- oh.
I thank you.
                        Can you tell me where I am?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

T'hart in Milliways, my iambic lord,
The Bar that at the universe's end
Doth rest.

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

The universe's end ... not Heaven or Hell?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

No; though true for some
It is the afterlife *winks*

It's just the end. It's not really good or bad. I'm Sirius, by the way; I'm dead. You are too, I take it?

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

Name's Hamlet. I'm a Dane. Pleased to meet you.
I'm dead, yes, it would seem, because that I
Was challenged to a duel upon the death
Of old Polonius, who advised the king
And was the father of --
                                   it matters not.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

These are the folk of Milliways, who try not to
do each other harm; and Tuesdays, good sir, are quiet.
This is my blue-eyed Sirius, mixer of drinks;
though I do not know what's in a margarita.

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

Your blue-eyed Sirius has mixed a drink
As fine as any I have ever had.
You will, I hope, forgive me, if I have
In any way given any offense.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Not to me, good sir, it is quite true
That Milliways collects the strangest folk.

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

The folk seem right enough, for the most part,
At least, one at a time. What's strange is this
Collection of such different folk as these
All in one place. How has it come to pass?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

The answer from my mouth, milord
Might be as good as yours; I cannot say.
The Landlord who built Milliways indeed
Forgot to leave instructions when he left.

[veryvorkosigan]

[OOC: woohoo! Dueling iambic pentameters! /geek]

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Best. Thinger. Ever.]