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."

[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?"

[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?"

[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.

[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.