Happy Hour

[not_his_pa]

When William reaches the counter, he just sits down and keeps making notes in a small notebook he has. Since he has the time as he's waiting for when Ellen needs his help, he's been doing his best to calculate what it would take to get Mark to school.

He doesn't want to count too much on the person who left that money and there is some saved up from his father's death but not a lot. A napkin appears and he stops and nods, going around behind the counter to first pour a cup of coffee before starting to carefully write some specials.

Specials
Coffee
Whiskey
Beer
Vodka
What sort of school did you go to? Tell me about it and your drink is half off.

Once they're written, he goes into the kitchen to grab some bread and cheese before sitting behind the counter and wondering if this is all going to work.

(OOC: At 2 am EST, I'm off to bed. This is open for new tags until the next Happy Hour goes up with slows for all current threads.)

Comments

[1stwitness]

"I attended a public school in England", Ichabod tells him, "and then Oxford University. What would you like to know?"

[not_his_pa]

William swallows as those both are pretty expensive, "Um, what year is it for you, sir?"

[1stwitness]

"1781", he answers, "but of course both of those were some time ago. And for yourself?"

[not_his_pa]

"1870, I live in Arizona Territory, sir. Was it hard for you to get into school and what can I get you to drink?"

It probably wasn't, most of the English people he's met here are smart and doing well for themselves. They're also nice but he knows he's not like them.

[1stwitness]

"Coffee, please." He smiles wryly. "It wasn't, and I would like to say that was on merit alone, but sadly it was probably more to do with my father."

[not_his_pa]

He gets a mug and fills it with the freshly brewed coffee, "Oh, can I ask why? Do you want any cream?"

[1stwitness]

"Just a little. My father was a nobleman. It wouldn't have done for his son to go to any but the best schools."

[not_his_pa]

That makes sense with all the books he's read and people he's met here and William nods as he hands over the cream jug,

"Did you like the schools?"

[1stwitness]

"Reasonably well." He hated boarding school. "Particularly Oxford."

[runningred]

"Hey kid. Can I grab a coffee?" Jay reads the board again. "That is it you what to know about the school I went to?"

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, of course. I'm just tryin' to sort it out for my brother is all,"

He pours out a mug and hands it over to Jason.

[runningred]

"Well I don't recommend the Brentwood Academy in Gotham. A bunch of stuck up rich brats who won't know the real world if it bite them in the ass." Jay thanks him for the coffee and pays full price, letting the kid keep the rest as a tip.

"What's your brother want to study?"

[not_his_pa]

"Maybe medicine and my world doesn't have a Gotham so that wouldn't work anyway. We live out near Bisbee, Arizona. Thank you."

[runningred]

"Well at least you're safe from that dump. Although if he's gunna study medicine, he'll need to go to a pretty good school. Or at least find a pretty good teacher." He cocks his head at the kid. "You're looking out for him on your own, aren't you?"

[not_his_pa]

"Not all of mine, we've got our Ma. I know, I've been runnin' through all the accounts to try and get an idea of what might work."

[runningred]

"But you're the man of the house." He can sympathise. "Let me know if I can help, hey? After all, I only got an education 'cause someone helped me out."

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, Pa was killed a couple of years ago. Oh, can I ask how if it ain't too much trouble?"

[hasthehighground]

When Clint walks in, it's from helping a friend dismantle a rotting deck, so he's wearing work gloves and a puffy tan overcoat. He takes off the former as he walks to the Bar, stuffing them into a pocket.

"Hey, William," he says, eyeing the specials. "I'll have a beer, whatever--" he's in Milliways. He reconsiders this. "You have any lagers?"

[ooc: holding tag, if it's ok? I'm dropping for a nap.]

[not_his_pa]

(OOC: Yay Clint tag! Of course its okay.)

"Yeah, I think so. Let me find one,"

There are a lot of beers in back here but he finally finds one that says lager and pours out a class for Clint.

[hasthehighground]

"Thanks," Clint takes a drink of it, glancing up to the sign again. "You looking at colleges?"

Did normal people go to colleges back in William's day? Clint's not really sure. He suspects he may've learned this if he ever went to college, himself.

[not_his_pa]

"Me, no, I'm workin' on figurin' out a school for Mark,"

College isn't something he can think about for himself.

[hasthehighground]

"Younger brother?" Clint asks, after a moment's thought to verify he doesn't recognize the name. William's a little too young to have a son who's already ready for school. "What type of schools are you looking at?"

[not_his_pa]

"Yup, few years younger. Just somethin' better than what we have in Bisbee. I want to get it as sorted as possible before I start talkin' to him and Ma about it,"

This is him doing what he promised their father he would do.

[hasthehighground]

Clint nods. "I didn't do school after 12." Well, when he was eighteen he studied like a madman for 3 months to take his GED so he'd be accepted into the military. And the Rangers made him study constantly. But he's pretty sure that doesn't count, here. "Good luck."

[not_his_pa]

"Oh, really? It seems like everyone here's gone to college or some fancy school,"

He relaxes and leans against the counter with a smile.