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

[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."

[makesthings]

"Necromancers do that but I'm not one of them. Why do mages have to hide in your world?"

[goodnight_nightvale]

"Tradition," says Cecil.

[makesthings]

"Tradition is important and usually has a reason behind it."

[goodnight_nightvale]

"It certainly is," says Cecil solemnly. "It certainly does."

[makesthings]

"What's the reason in your world?"

[goodnight_nightvale]

Cecil blinks once or twice.

"I don't know," he says faintly. "It's tradition. You don't question tradition."

[makesthings]

"Trying to understand it isn't the same as questioning it just looking at how the world works."

[goodnight_nightvale]

Cecil clutches the books.

"If you get too curious," he says quietly, "you get called in for re-education."

[makesthings]

Sam stares for a moment, "Then I understand your caution. What can I get you to drink?"

[goodnight_nightvale]

"A nice bourbon," says Cecil.

[makesthings]

"Right," He turns around to make the drink and hands it over.

"Let me know if that's not how you like it."

[goodnight_nightvale]

Cecil sips, and then nods in approval. "It's very good."

[makesthings]

"There's a good selection here of everything."

[goodnight_nightvale]

"Everything I've tried so far has impressed me." He leans forward to whisper, "I've even had toast."

[makesthings]

"Is that something you wouldn't normally have?"

[goodnight_nightvale]

"Wheat and wheat by-products are forbidden," says Cecil, "due to their turning into evil spirits."

[makesthings]

"How?"

[goodnight_nightvale]

Cecil looks bewildered.

His tattoos wave fretfully.

"How does the sun come up in the morning? How is the sky purple on alternative Tuesdays?

"It just does."

[makesthings]

Sam rubs his face and takes a drink of wine before he says,

"I can feel the magic that makes up my world by virtue of my bloodlines. Nothing happens just because."

[goodnight_nightvale]

"There are things," says Cecil, "that happen because someone makes them happen. There are things that happen because someone lets them happen. There are things that happen because no one stops it from happening.

"Which cause it is, is not for me to know. I am just a humble radio host."

[makesthings]

"And I'm a prince, Charter Mage and Wallmaker so usually I'm someone who tries to make things happen."