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[herr_bookman]

"But musing what an easy thing it were to mix our opiates in a larger cup," Autor says, patting the counter in preparation to hop over it. "And drink, and not perceive"—and here he hops—"sleep deepening lead his truer kinsman up, like undistinguished Night, darkening the skirts of Eve.*"

After a few minutes of setting up his prior preparations, the boy reaches for the specials board. "Good night, Bar."

Bitter Chocolate Aria
Hot chocolate & one croissant

Submission Sonata
Virgin strawberry & wasabi daiquiri

Ode to Blood
Giga ant eggs, sour apple juice, seltzer water, flavored ice

Fiery Trigon
Grenadine, lemon juice, apple juice, passion fruit juice, & cinnamon

Silent Overture
Free coffee if you can prove that you’re knighted

Note: Virgin bar.


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*Ode to Sleep, Richard Chenevix Trench

Comments

[herr_bookman]

"I'm sorry to hear that," Autor says, and glances down at the wood. He's never quite sure what to say about death--another part of life he hasn't had to deal with often.

William's comments about his brother now make more sense. "How long?"

[not_his_pa]

"Gettin' close to four years now."

[herr_bookman]

Autor fills up his hot chocolate again. He'd like to say something about how losing a father hurts, but William knows that it hurts, and how much. He's living it. He'll never stop living it.

So he just sits back with his tea and nods at the other boy. Presence, even if he can't understand.

[not_his_pa]

William nods and pulls out his book, it looks like the counter's getting busy.