Happy Hour

[makesthings]

Sameth is rubbing his eyes as he enters because he's not certain when he last slept. Last night he worked for a while and then today was full of court matters that he had to attend which is why he's in his surcoat and sword. He's not neat anymore because it was a long day but matters coming into place for the Southerlings and he only had to address everyone twice.

The hope of some sleep and then maybe some work on a few ideas he has would have been nice but he can do that later. As he orders a wine, a napkin appears and he sighs and nods before getting out the cocktail book.

Specials
Spiced Wine
Stone Fence
Border Crossing
If you're involved in politics in any way, your drink is half off.

(OOC: At 1:30 am, I'm off to bed and will be tagging slowtimes tomorrow. This is open until the next Happy Hour goes up.)

Comments

[empath_wiggin]

"How about internet political pundits?" Valentine walks up to the Bar, a laptop computer under her arm and a smirk on her face. "Not in the market for alcohol, don't worry."

[makesthings]

"Of course, the ones I read in the papers are always awful. What would you like?"

[empath_wiggin]

"Most of them are. I am sometimes a bit over-zealous in my punditry, but there's a reason for that." She smirks hugely. "How about some apple juice? I'm not really in the mood for soda."

[makesthings]

"Some politicians enjoy that, my sister does, she loves arguing with ambassadors," He goes looking and then shows her all the apple juices, they come in different colors.

"Any one in particular you'd like?"

[empath_wiggin]

"Mostly I'm manipulating public opinion so my brother can get into politics." She shrugs. "But I'm also manipulating him so that he doesn't take over too much."

She gapes at the vast array of colours of juice. "Uhm. I didn't even know there were different colors. I'll... er, I'll try the green one?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen looks up at the specials sign and shakes her head. "Not politics, just the military," she says. "Rivet City and Megaton and Canterbury Commons run things... what's in a Stone Fence?"

[makesthings]

"That can be almost as bad. Whisky, soda water and bitters."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"That sounds all right," Ellen says, and slides a handful of caps across the Bar. "Let's go with that. How have you been?"

[makesthings]

"Busy but good. What about you?" Its a simple drink so doesn't take him long to make.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I had a mission," Ellen says. "It's over. Thankfully."

And, while nobody died and valuable tech was recovered from Professor Calvert's labs, she's not really prepared to say it went well.

"That's where this came from," she says, indicating the newest scar- the one that goes up into her hairline. "I'm starting to think I shouldn't ever go outside without a helmet on ever again."

[goodnight_nightvale]

"I am extremely interested in politics," says Cecil as he sits at the bar, a pile of books under his arm. "Mostly local politics.

"I'm more interested in science, though. Is there a discount for that?"

[makesthings]

"I don't know much about science as I'm a mage. What would you like to drink?"

[goodnight_nightvale]

"A mage," marvels Cecil. "Neat!"

[makesthings]

"I guess, its just what I am."

[goodnight_nightvale]

"And you show your face openly," says Cecil. "Most mages I know of never let anyone see what they actually look like.

"I'm Cecil. I'm not a mage."

[time_dancer]

It has been a short, yet somehow long time since Val has found Milliways. Longer still since she's seen the current bartender.

"Howdy strange!" She says hopping up onto a stool.

[makesthings]

"Val, hello, how are you doing?" It has been a long time, he wasn't sure she even still had a door.

[time_dancer]

Ages and ages.

"Pretty good, adventuresome but good. How about yourself?" He seems older somehow but she can't be sure. Time is so funny, even on a good day.

[makesthings]

"Busy but with things I enjoy. Where have you been?" He is older and more settled into himself but still growing.

[time_dancer]

"Mostly on Enzo's world but I've been to a few other words, exploring." She answers looking to see the specials. Chewing a lip, she speculates, "I grew up as an heir to a country but I haven't been in my home reality in forever, so I don't think I'm very political. Guess I pay full price."

[king_gary]

"I'm in politics."

The man speaking does not look like your typical politician. Dressed head-to-toe in black, with a Suede t-shirt and more gaudy silver rings on his fingers than a teenager who just discovered Hot Topic.



It's entirely likely he just wants the cheap drink.

[makesthings]

"What do you do?" He looks to be from a modern Earth and Sameth's not as aware of their clothing ideas.

[king_gary]

"Oh, you know. Political stuff," Gary dodges artlessly.

He looks behind Sameth to all the bottles behind the bar, trying to decide what he wants.

"What's the cider list like today?"

[makesthings]

"What sort of political stuff? Do you serve on a council or work for a politician?"

The way he carries himself reminds Sam of some of the hangers on in Ancelstierre politics, "Huge, its Milliways."

[king_gary]

Gary has to consider that.

"Uh. The second one. And let's try that one."

He points at a random bottle behind the Bar. Its contents are bright blue.