milliways_bar | (no subject)

When Matilda enters the bar, her face is white and her expression very solemn and determined for one her age. In her hands is the remains of what was a library book, but now all that remained was a book cover empty of pages.

What her father did wasn't just taunting..it was downright rude and the behavior of a jealous bully. To make matters even worse, he actually expected her to take responsibility for what he did to her.

This sort of attack required an even more devious counter attack, one that she was sure she had the perfect sceme for if Fred's parrot was as good a talker as he claimed. The only way to scare a bully after all, was to find something of his weakness and use it against him.

Unfortunately, that still left her with a damaged book. It was a heavy addition and she couldn't exactly replace it that fast with just her pocket money. Which was why she was much relieved with Milliways makes its appearence in her closet. Seeing that the specials board was otherwise blank, an idea quickly came to mind.

"Ms. Bar," She called out. "I've a large favor I need to ask..do you think I could run Happy hour for the evening?" She recieved a napkin. "Of course, no alcoholic drinks, I understand. Thank you."

An hour later and after studying a mixed drinks book, Matilda pulled over a chair to stand on as she studied the blank chalk board: if she could read, she could certainly write.

Dry Happy Hour Specials

Cola Floats
(rootbeer or coke)
egg-cream
orange julius
Sparkling Cranberry punch

Storytellers get 50% off
(story at discression of teller.)

Her writing was large and childlike, but it was clear enough to be read, which was the main thing.

That done, she jumped off the bar and started getting familar with the tools of the trade. She was pleasantly surprised to see a new copy of The Red Pony, right on the bar as well.

"Thank you for the book, Ms. Bar." She settled in her seat, using some old phonebooks to prop her up so she could be seen over the bar.

Threaded | Flat

Um.

Little girl behind the bar.

Okay. Well. He supposes that if talking pink ponies can tend bar, then so can very young children?

"Uh. Hi there. Can I-- get a Coke? Just a Coke. Uh. Please."

Because manners.

"Huh. You're the youngest bartender I've seen yet. Could you do me a..." Pause. "You look so familiar."