Steven G. Rogers (
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milliways_bar2013-07-04 10:04 am
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When Steve sits at the bar, the first thing he gets is a cupcake with red, white and blue frosting and Happy 95th Birthday!.
"Yeah, yeah," he says in a good-natured tone, because even he has given up trying to keep track of how old he is. Twenty-eight, ninety-five, two? Ninety-five is probably the most accurate.
The second thing he gets is a napkin: Want to bartend today?
Yes. Yes, he does. The Big Book of Drinks even has a patriotic section.
TODAY'S SPECIALS
Stars and Stripes Forever
Patriotic Margarita
All-American Beauty
Apple, cherry or blueberry pie by the slice
[ooc: As of 6:30 PM MST, bartending is closed to new threads. Thanks for tagging in, everybody!]
"Yeah, yeah," he says in a good-natured tone, because even he has given up trying to keep track of how old he is. Twenty-eight, ninety-five, two? Ninety-five is probably the most accurate.
The second thing he gets is a napkin: Want to bartend today?
Yes. Yes, he does. The Big Book of Drinks even has a patriotic section.
Stars and Stripes Forever
Patriotic Margarita
All-American Beauty
Apple, cherry or blueberry pie by the slice
[ooc: As of 6:30 PM MST, bartending is closed to new threads. Thanks for tagging in, everybody!]
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Her voice, ever soft, spills quietly from her lips like water over smooth stones.
"That must've been an awful experience for you, I'm so sorry."
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Sometimes, though... some of his nightmares are so quiet. So cold.
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"So much must've changed. I've heard that I might not even recognize Texas in the future. That would be — "
Difficult? Strange? Trying?
" — lonely."
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"Fortunately I've got this place, though, and people who love me here. It's helped a lot."
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"That's good. Milliways does have a way of wormin' into your heart, an' providin' jus' what y'need."
After a pause, she points to the jar of spiced peaches.
"I bet you've never had a good, honest-t'-goodness, buttermilk biscuit, with summer-ripe peach preserves before."
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"Well, the peaches are yours, an' if y'check back t'morrow mornin' I'll be sure there's a basket of biscuits with your name on it."
She wouldn't want to interrupt his birthday plans with his special friend, after all.
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Really, it's the least she could do.
[ooc: perhaps a nice place for a fade? ^__^]
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