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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

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[herr_bookman]

"Ah-" the boy starts, but finds his lips are burning too much for him to speak. He holds up a finger to request a moment to think.

"And like any good monklet, I'll flee from the very thought, and join another one," he says, seeking a teacup. "The mind's not called for when a-wenching, so as a creature who prefers to live in his head, I'm clearly disqualified."

[poins]

"Thou must, like any man, live in thy body," Poins says, "for in thy mind alone, thou art naught but a ghost!"

[herr_bookman]

"Then a ghost I shall be," Autor says with a flourish, "and haunt the library forever, guarding the books and fending off spectral wenches."

[poins]

"For sooth, thou speakest," Poins says, "as if wouldst relish such a dreary life -- nay, unlife, as a ghost is not alive!"

[herr_bookman]

Autor sighs wistfully, and clasps his hands together. "I would, I would--except that I already live it now, and am relatively happy. I even sleep there!"

He gestures to Poins' drink. "Did you want to try something else?"

[poins]

"And I should find thee when thou sleepest?" Poins says. "But no, I have this drink, and leave the be to tend to thy good patrons, and thy chastity!"

[herr_bookman]

Autor grins. "Pfft, good luck with that," he says, fairly certain he's safe on his flying carpet in the rafters from the likes of Ned Poins.

"Take care, friend."


[OOC: Hee, thanks for the thread! Poins is always hilarious.]

[poins]

"I shall!" Poins says, and leaves.


[[OOC: Thank you! And now, Poins is tending bar in turn, with a little challenge...]]