Happy Hour

[lady_bols]

Alex had only intended to come down for a pot of tea and a plate of Garibaldis.  Maybe a book or three.  Instead, she's greeted with a napkin.  'I'm sorry, you want me to what?'  

Another napkin appears, this time, with a strange glyph that implies maternal concern.  'I'm not turning into a hermit.   I just -- it's been a difficult few weeks.'  To say the least.

Another napkin appears, this time, invoking the tried and true: Guilt.  

'Oh all right.  If it's only for a few hours, I suppose I can manage without mucking it up too terribly.  You go on and have a nice nap.  I'll mind the shop.' Another napkin implies gratitude and indicates where the specials board is.

'Right, then.'  Alex looks a little lost as she slips behind the bar.  First things first, an apron.  And then a white cotton towel to drape over her shoulder like a proper barman.  Taking up the chalk and board, she thinks for a long moment and then writes out in a careful, flowing hand:

Specials

Red or White Wine
by the glass or carafe

Boddington's Ale

Scotch whiskey

Pot of Tea or Coffee

She makes herself a pot of tea, and sends one of the rats off for her biscuits.  'Happy hour is up, you wretched hive of scum and villainy.'

It's said with all due affection. 

[ooc: Happy hour is up!  I'm in and out because I'm doing laundry, and I may decamp to a coffee shop later, but have at!  I have to call slow for a bit.  Back later.  Enjoy! Thread hop! Do what you do best, M'ways.  <3]

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[redintheledger]

Nadine pauses, and then smiles. It's not a broad smile, but it's gleeful nonetheless.

"Why not. If I'm being sly, I might as well add being indulgent to the mix."

[lady_bols]

Alex's lips quirk into a crooked grin, and waggles her eyebrows in agreement. She fills the mug a bit more, and slides it across.

'Hold on, I think she's got the good stuff under here. Yes!'

It's in a fridge under the bar, and she comes up with a fresh carton of cream. And a box full of sweetening options.

'I wish I knew how to make fancy coffees. That would be cool, wouldn't it?'

[redintheledger]

"It would, particularly those drawings the baristas can do."

Ah, coffee that someone else is making. Thank you, Milliways.

"I think I saw the other day that you can take classes in that."

[lady_bols]

Alex grins, leaning on the bar, and the lines around her eyes deepen. She looks like she needs a holiday, or at least a spa day. Like most folks around here, one might suppose.

'I've seen barman do that, in the head of a pint of stout. Never seen someone do that in a cappuccino, though. And I'd just settle for something that hasn't been stewing on the warmer for half a day.'

'Oh heavens, where are my manners?' She quickly wipes her hands clean, and offers her own in greeting. 'Alex Drake, England, 2008.'

[redintheledger]

She smiles quickly back, and shakes the other woman's hand.

"Nadine Rommel, Chicago, 2011. Still fairly new here," she admits.

[lady_bols]

Alex's grip is firm in Nadine's hand, and she looks genuinely pleased to see another professional woman from her era in the bar.

'Me, too. Been holed up in my room for far too long trying to come to terms with -- my newly minted state of after-life.'

Being dead is a bit of a game changer.

'But I was tapped to serve tonight. She said something about "Needing to meet new people." So here I am.' She spreads her hands, and smirks. 'Nice to meet you, Nadine.'