Happy Hour

[closesecond]

It takes a while for Kane to notice the napkin, engrossed as he is in his EVA display and its reports of the layout of the proving ground where the GDI Mammoth Tank is being tested. The napkins have piled up five-high by the time he finally gets the message.

Kane sighs. "I suppose it was just a matter of time before you pressed me into service. Very well."

Idly he glances up at the calendar. To a man who has lived as many days as Kane, nearly every day of the year carries some significance, most of which the world has forgotten. But as the war against the imperialists rages across Europe, today feels especially significant.

He quickly begins writing the sign.


Madam Bar has enlisted me to be your bartender for this evening. It is, to my understanding, customary for guest bartenders to provide a discount on certain drinks. I shall not be doing so. However, since today is the anniversary of the First Battle of the Marne, I instead invite you to share with me this bottle of 1914 Lafite Rothschild, and drink in remembrance of the fallen.

- Jacob Caine

Comments

[closesecond]

"The name doesn't ring a bell for me, either," Kane says. "Odd how people can just vanish from Milliways, isn't it?"

[street_sparrow]

"It is", he agrees. "But I think it happens that way more often than people making a deliberate choice to leave and staying around to say goodbye."

[closesecond]

"As befits the capricious nature of a place like Milliways."

[street_sparrow]

"Not a place in all the worlds like it - and thank the Powers for that. Much as I love it, one Milliways is quite enough."

[closesecond]

Kane raises his glass. "We'll drink to that then."

[[OOC: And fade here, I think.]]

[street_sparrow]

[ooc: Works for me! Thanks for a fun thread!]