Happy Hour

[walktheworlds]

It's been a while since Sheppard has been in the bar proper. Even longer since he's tended bar. Though now that he thinks about it he never has. Or maybe he had once. Time flies when you're having fun. Or something along those lines. He'd come down to get something to eat only to have a napkin with it asking him to tend bar. Hey, he could do that. After he finishes eating he moves around behind bar and puts up the drinks.

Hawaiian Sea Breeze

Time For a Change

Zombie Punch

Leaning back a bit he smiles to himself, "Come get your drinks everyone."

On the board it mentions that it's 1/2 off for anything non-alcoholic.

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[dejah_thoris]

Dejah had had another long day at the Hall of Science, and was more than pleased to discover the bar when she came home. She was still in her more casual skirts, and a dust storm had blown her hair around a bit, but she was more less presentable.

The specials board caught her eye coming through the door.

"What is a Zombie Punch?" she inquires, settling into a bar stool with a heavy sigh.

[walktheworlds]

The bar seemed to be really quiet, not that he'd complain. Why would he? So when he sees a woman he didn't know he gives her a smile. Then again he's sure there's a lot of new comers since the last time he showed up. Though there was really no telling since she could be an old patron too. He gives her the ingredients of the drink in question. "It's actually not that bad."

After all, he's not going to serve drinks to customers when he's not had the stuff himself.

[dejah_thoris]

He lists off the ingredients and she looks at him, utterly perplexed but still curious.

"I have never heard of any of these things. But if you're recommending it, I shall have to have a taste. Is it very strong?"

[walktheworlds]

"It's a bit strong. Can you hold your liquor?" He asks watching her even as he grabs a glass from behind the bar. He won't start making it. Not just yet at any rate.

[dejah_thoris]

She scoffed, amused. "I have been known to enjoy a bottle of pimalia wine by myself, so I would say, yes."

She does seem especially interested in the actual process of assembling the ingredients.

[walktheworlds]

That gets a slight chuckle out of Sheppard. He likes her just from that alone. "Then one Zombie Punch coming right up." Even as he says it he turns to start on the mixing process. Wanting it to come out just right.

[dejah_thoris]

"I'm curious," she says, chin on her hand as she watches him begin assembling the drink. "What's a Zombie, anyway? Is that an Earth reference that I haven't heard before?"

[walktheworlds]

Her question stops John in the middle of what he's doing. What the hell kind of question was that? "A zombie..." He turns to look at the stranger he knew nothing about, "A zombie is someone who has died and then come back to life. Their soul function is to eat someone's brains."

[dejah_thoris]

Her eyes go wide, and she looks a tad bit incredulous.

"Wait, hold on a moment. Are you saying the individuals I've met here, the ones who have returned from beyond to spend their afterlife here, are supposed to -- eat someone's brains? And that this drink is their -- fist to the face?"

[walktheworlds]

He shakes his head at that, "No. That's not what I'ms saying at all. It's... complicated. It's a mix of alcohol. That's what it is." He tries not to laugh, "No one is eating anyone's brains."

[dejah_thoris]

She sees his amusement and chuckles under her breath.

"Well, that's very good to know, Mister...?"

[walktheworlds]

"Sheppard. But you can call me John," he tells her with a bit of a smile. "You don't honestly think that people do that, do you?"

[dejah_thoris]

Her smirk broadens and she quirks an eyebrow at him.

Someone may have been pulling his tail. Just a bit.

"And you can call me Dejah. Around here, one never can tell."

[walktheworlds]

He gives a slight shrug to her words, "True. Weird shit happens around here all the time."

[dejah_thoris]

The very existence of the place is the definite of 'weird shit'. She watches as he continues to prepare the drink. It looks quite involved.

"You're human, correct?"

[walktheworlds]

The question throws him for a moment but he laughs and places the drink down before her. "Yeah, I'm human."