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[gavin62truck]

God grant me the serenity to make it through the weekend without people pissing me off for no reason--

Bar presents Tommy with a note on a napkin.

"Oh, c'mon, again? Didn't I just do one last month?"

Another note. Which he crumples up, gritting his teeth.

"Alright, okay, fine."

And because Tommy is still lazy and has the laziest imagination ever, he repeats his specials for like the billionth time.


SPECIALS

Guinness (Irish dry stout a.k.a. beer)
Bushmills (Irish whiskey)
Johnnie Walker (Scotch whiskey)
Baileys Irish Cream (what it says)

Ladies! Get 50% off any drink if you kiss the bartender!
(location of kiss negotiable)

Kids, animals, bound people drink free
Mixed drinks cost extra


And with that, Tommy hopes for a quiet shift as he leans against the back counter and catches up on some reading. And by reading we mean this week's issue of Sports Illustrated, since he doesn't really do books.


[ooc: omg how are you all amazing? I have no idea, but you are. Open forever but slowtimes are officially in effect!]

Comments

[boston_bruiser]

"What if I punch the bartender in the cock, will that get me half-off?"

That'd be a very familiar SEAL in combat gear, taking a seat at the Bar.

(Believe it or not, that's his definition of a friendly greeting.)

[gavin62truck]

Tommy glances up, and-- everything that happened between himself and Voodoo and Kate rewinds through his mind in a flash. An uncharacteristically subdued moment passes, before he sets the magazine aside and steps up to the bar.

"Nope, that'll cost you full price and a whole lot extra, plus a guarantee that I return the favor. So, what'll you have?"

[boston_bruiser]

"Water."

He doesn't make a habit of fucking around with liquor when he's carrying a loaded M60.

(Tommy might notice a few bumps and bruises on his forehead - not too visible, but they're there.)

[gavin62truck]

Easy enough. Tommy dumps some ice into a glass, cracks open a bottle of water, fills the glass, and sets both the glass and the bottle down in front of Voodoo.

He gestures at Voodoo's head. "What happened?" he asks, his tone a little flat, but curious nonetheless.

[onceaviking]

Eric walks up to the Bar and looks over the specials board.

He is back in 1780 get up and has regained his equilibrium after the excesses of previous nights.
"I would like to order a drink, " he says.

[gavin62truck]

Tommy gives the guy's clothes a brief once-over before putting his magazine down.

"Alright, what can I get'cha?"

[onceaviking]

"While the specials selection does look delightful, I am afraid I will have to go with blood," Eric replies. Casually.

[sky_child]

There's a familiar kid sitting on a stool in front of the bar. He's reading a letter.

He's also got on a floppy green cap and a green tunic, with chain mail peeking out of the collar and sleeves, and arm guards circling his forearms. There's a sword and a shield visibly strapped to his back.

[gavin62truck]

"Hey, Link, how's it goin'?" Tommy goes over to where he's sitting and gestures at his clothes and weapons. "That looks new."

[sky_child]

He looks up from the letter as if not realizing he was reading a letter on a barstool in front of the bar at Milliways Bar.

(This is likely true.)

"Huh...? Oh!" He folds the letter, stuffing it into one of his pouches. "Hey, Tommy. I...made it to the senior class."

Doesn't look happy about that at alllll.

[ellectrical]

"How's it negotiable?"

Elle's sitting at the bar, elbow propped up on it as she rests her head against her hand, staring at the Specials Board with no particular expression on her face.

[gavin62truck]

Cute blonde!

He ambles over to her, hands in his pockets.

"Oh, well, that just means if you really want a discount, I'm pretty flexible as to where you'd prefer to kiss me."

[ellectrical]

Elle lifts her head, her hand falling to the bar.

"You don't mind?"

Nope, it's not clear what she means by this. Though the last time she kissed a bartender, it didn't go over that well.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Hey, reading material is reading material. You take what you can get.

"Hi, Tommy. Can I get a Guinness, please? I think I had one of those once."

[gavin62truck]

He looks up at the gray-haired girl and with an amiable smile puts the magazine aside.

"Hey, Ellen. One Guinness, comin' up."

Holding a pint glass under the tap, he begins the approximately two-minute process of pouring a Guinness that could just pass acceptable standards in any Irish pub. Or at least the ones in New York.

"Ain't seen you in a while. How's it goin'?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Before she came to Milliways, Ellen's default definition of 'beer' included more skunking than any human being should ever be exposed to. She's willing to wait.

"Pretty well, actually," she says. "It's amazing how much work you can get done when you've got four or five robots doing all the heavy lifting and a couple of really good windmill designs that you can build from mostly scrap metal and spare parts. How about you?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Serenity? She doesn't have much to spare. However, she will offer Tommy a smile as she approaches the bar. Having come in from the party outside, she's still in her bathing suit, with a towel around her waist. It offers a great view, true, though the effect might be somewhat ruined by all the bruises and her varied and impressive collection of scars. Including one that's not a scar yet, still hidden behind a waterproofed bandage on her shoulder.

"Hey Tommy, could I just get some iced tea with lemon?" Swimming is thirsty work, don't you know.

[gavin62truck]

"You got it, Sunshine," he says warmly.

Forgive Tommy's gaze as it briefly dips to all the appropriate (or inappropriate) places -- but the bruises and scars give him pause, and he frowns a little, wary concern in his eyes. It's not a reaction he's going to hide. He's seen some of her scars before and thought not to pry, but now it's the bruises and the bandage that are hard to ignore.

He fetches a pitcher of iced tea from the refrigerator and fills a tall glass.

"You're lookin' pretty hot. You alright there, though?"

Sticking a wedge of lemon on the rim of the glass, he slides it toward her.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Thanks. I'm doing all right," The pretty hot comment gets a wry smile from her as she takes a seat at the bar. Her hair is wet, but has been twisted up into a messy knot to keep it from dripping down her back. Her scars and the fresh bruises, she just can't... muster up enough energy to feel self-conscious about. They're just there. "Enjoying the sun and water, today."

Healing. Recovering. The party was simply a cover for what she would've been doing, anyway.

"I haven't seen you in a while - how've you been?"

[ikissdhimbck]

Brown leather hits wood with a solid sound. There's a cowgirl at the Bar, boot propped up on the rung of the closest vacant stool.

She's reading the specials board.

And an eyebrow slowly goes up.


She turns to the bartender, pillowimg her chin in her hand, and grins like a cat in cream.

[gavin62truck]

"I can explain."


FAMOUS LAST WORDS

[ikissdhimbck]

"Can you?"

She wasn't expecting one.

(She was actually thinking more along the lines of something sultry to say.)



But, since he's said that, she's more than happy to hear what this explanation is.

SINCE YOU DID SAY OPEN FOREVER AND I CAN'T HAVE ENOUGH TOMMY THREADS

[hey35andholding]

Clementine knows the drill by now.

Enjoy being spun around, pulled close by the ears, and kissed soundly this time, Tommy.

"Johnnie Walker." she says when she lets him go, panting, but smiling triumphantly.

Re: SINCE YOU DID SAY OPEN FOREVER AND I CAN'T HAVE ENOUGH TOMMY THREADS

[gavin62truck]

Tommy does enjoy being spun around, pulled close by the ears, and kissed soundly. Give him a second and he'll kiss back, too.

"Johnny Walker," he repeats wide-eyed and breathlessly when she releases him.

Sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip, he sets up a stout glass and pours out four fingers of the liquor.

"So. Hi."

[hey35andholding]

It's a nice little kiss, too.

She sort of regrets letting go.

But when she does, Clem grins, licking her lipgloss-stained lips, watching him lick his own, glad he's savoring the moment as much as she is. "Hi. How's it going?"