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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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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Oh aye, we probably could -- would you mind a bit of bouncer-work on the side? Only I hired a bouncer and he never showed up. You could tend bar, too -- there's housing, food and salary, and tips in it.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*looks slightly perturbed, remembering last night*

Well, I'm tall but I'm not all that strong. And I'm mortal. With no magic. But I'll give it a shot.

*smiles, pleased at the idea of actually being useful*

Thanks. Is there a schedule or anything?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

We'll let you bounce the puny ones *grin*

No schedule; if I'm not around, step behind the bar. Mostly afternoons, I should think, and if the bar's particularly full.

And of course if Gil needs help, he has seniority, so if he says jump you'd best hop to. Not that I think he ever will, mind you, he's a good sort.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*grins back mischievously* Sounds like fun. If they give me any trouble, I'll blow 'em up.

Just kidding.

*holds out his hand to shake* Thanks again.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Good to have you aboard. *shakes hand* As long as you blow them up outside so you don't damage the bar.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind.

I'll leave you to it for now. Call if you need a hand.