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]

Sam shrugs and gets down the bottle and a tumbler before pouring the blue liquid in, it sparks,

"There you are."

[king_gary]

Gary watches it, more than a little surprised. He's done flaming shots, though, so this shouldn't be too much different.



Right?

He takes the drink, and after only the briefest moment of contemplation, he shrugs.

"To politics," he says before taking a drink, which makes everything, from his throat to his sinuses burn. Gary almost immediately starts coughing like he's going to hack up a lung, and even slams his hand on the bartop once or twice.

"That's not bad," he chokes finally.

[makesthings]

Sam didn't mean for him to get that bad a drink and frowns, "Do you need help?"

[king_gary]

Gary shakes his head. Clearly what he needs to clear his lungs is a cigarette, which he lights up without thought.

"Nah, I'm good," he says. He even takes another drink to prove it. This one goes down with less fuss than the first, at least.

[makesthings]

"Good, drinks here can be unexpected."

[king_gary]

Gary looks at his, watching as it fizzles a bit.

"What is it? I've never seen it before."

[makesthings]

"I've no idea. The bottle's not in a language I know," He hands it over to Gary.

[king_gary]

Gary studies it, and for a moment he almost looks like he understands the label.

"Nope, no idea," he says finally, setting it down. "So what do you do?"

[makesthings]

"I'm a prince and a Wallmaker which means I'm a magical engineer for my kingdom. What about you?"

[king_gary]

Gary almost laughs. "What, like some sort of hot young Gandalf?"

He's not coming on to Sameth. That's just how he is.

When he takes another drink of his mysterious blue fizzy alcohol, he manages to not choke or sputter at all.

[makesthings]

"I don't know who Gandalf is."

[king_gary]

"You know, a wizard and all that. He had a thing for Hobbits. And what do you think that says about him?"

He nods, as if he's just said something utterly profound.

[makesthings]

"I'm not from Earth so none of that means anything to me."

[king_gary]

If Gary looks confused, it's because he is. Greatly.

"Then where the hell are you from?" he asks. "Mars?"

[makesthings]

"No, the Old Kingdom."

[king_gary]

"..."

Gary looks around quickly, to check if he's being trolled.

"Where's that? Rome?"

[makesthings]

"No, its on another world."

[king_gary]

"Like Mars." Just to be clear.

[makesthings]

"If that helps you think about it better then yes. Has anyone explained to you how Milliways works?"

[king_gary]

"No, I think I got the hang of it, though," says Gary. It's probably not even remotely true.

He finishes off his fizzy blue drink and reaches for the bottle to pour his own refill.

[makesthings]

Sam shrugs, he can explain if he has to but he's tired enough he won't volunteer.

[king_gary]

Hey, as long as Gary can keep drinking this weird blue stuff, he's happy.