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

[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.