Happy Hour!

[damncompass]

The door opens, and two Donovans walk in, laughing together about something.

Joshua walks up to the bar, and instead of the drink he orders, a napkin appears. "Ah, fuck. Claudia, looks like we're bartending."

Before he can do anything, the specials board changes.

Happy Hour!

Endless Wonder
Crème de cacao swirled with Apple Pucker in a martini glass

Neutralizer Goo
Blue Raspberry mixed with strawberry soda in a lowball.

Half-off Hard Apple Cider or Regular Apple Cider

13% off anything else

Joshua just stares at the board and facepalms. "Really? Alright, then. Guess we're tending, Milliways."

[ooc: In honour of the last episode of their canon last night, have a pair of Donovans. Let us know if you would like one or both of them.

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[claudiometer]

"Holy theme night, Batman. The hell brought that on?"
Probably just Bar moving in mysterious ways, but Claudia still feels the need to ask.

[damncompass]

"Hell if I know!" Joshua eyes the specials board again. "Those look kinda good, though. Hm." He grabs some things, and starts making himself one of the drinks.

[claudiometer]

Claudia snorts. "Hey, don't leave me out! I wanna drink some goo!"
Since he's already mixing and all.

[damncompass]

"Calm down, calm down, baby sister." Joshua laughs, and finishes his drink. "I'll make you a drink of goo. Are you sure you're old enough?" He smirks at her.

[claudiometer]

Claudia raises an eyebrow. "Need I remind you you missed my 21st birthday?"

[damncompass]

He's already half-made the drink before she finishes her sentence. "Oh, hush. Tonight, I do not need to be reminded of my failings. We've just had an amazing vacation, and I'm still alive, and you're still here, so shush." He hands her her drink and holds up his own. "To the future?"

[claudiometer]

"Oh, I believe you're still alive. And doing science."
She takes her drink, grins, and clinks it against his. "To the future."

[witchfinder_general]

"Thirteen percent off tea would be a bit dull of me, wouldn't it?" Father Harman says, coming up to the bar. "So I guess I'll take regular cider."

[damncompass]

"Hey, if you want tea, get some tea!" He starts pouring some cider, however.

Glancing down the bar, he notices Claud explaining goo to another patron. "That's my sister Claudia, by the way. I don't know if you've ever met her, and, as usual she's busy, but I'm sure you'll bump into her at some time." He beams, obviously proud of her.

[witchfinder_general]

"I haven't," Father Harman says, "but I think you've mentioned her when we talked about physics, at some point."

He nods over to where Claudia is busy.

[damncompass]

"Probably. She's my only family at this point." Well, other than the Warehouse people, but that's beside the point.

"How have you been? I haven't seen you in a while." He's been busy, frankly, and possibly a bit distracted by Warehouse matters.

[witchfinder_general]

"Settling in well," Father Harman says. "So well it's causing the first problems at home. I've rented a room as a chapel upstairs, near the library, and have been helping to secure the building site in the forest now that Javert's gone for the time being."

[damncompass]

"Ooops. At least you're settling in. That's.... wait." He pauses and makes a face. "Javert's gone? What happened?" He's now wondering how the hell much he missed. "I thought he was stuck here."

[whatisastiles]

"Thirteen percent? That's awfully specific, dude."

Not that Stiles can't do the math. Not the Stiles regularly pays for anything here. One of these days Bar'll want to settle that...

Not today, hopefully.

[claudiometer]

"Yes. Yes, it is. Bar picked the specials and they all have to do with work - we're the 13th iteration of what we do."
She didn't even know there were drinks themed to match.

[damncompass]

"Yeah." Joshua shrugs. "It's part of the Warehouse stuff, as well as the themed drinks. All related somehow to what we do. How's it going, Stiles?" He grins. "What can we get you?"

[whatisastiles]

"Right, the infamous warehouse. Good times." He's still hoping to actually see it some day. He probably wouldn't cause any problems. Well, not many. Probably.

"Is there a version of that goo thing that Bar'll actually let me drink?" No one here let's him order alcohol. It's like she's warned them or something. Stupid rules.

[claudiometer]

He'd cause fewer problems than Al, but that's... not necessarily saying much. He might even cause less problems than Pete.
"There's non-alcoholic blue raspberry syrup. That should do the trick."

[damncompass]

"I got it." Joshua grabs the bottle, measures, then pours, mixing it with a swizzle stick. "I can't promise that this won't be horribly sweet, strawberry soda and all, but hey. It's worth a shot, right?"

[vorpatril]

(OOC: Both please.)

Ivan's feeling more settled though he knows this domesticity won't last, Tej and Rish will go off to Escobar, its all temporary. Today they went out driving and he's found the Bar in the building lobby, he needed to do some shopping.

He goes up to see the specials and laughs, he's in civilian clothes today, a button down shirt and nice slacks, "Why goo? Do you work as doctors?"

[damncompass]

"Oh god, no. I'm no doctor." Joshua makes a face. "Neutralizer goo is what we use to calm down the things we work with."

[claudiometer]

"No no, get it right. You're a doctor, not a medical professional."
Because technically, he does have a doctorate.

[vorpatril]

"Ah, that makes sense. Do you work in biochemistry?"

They tend to make things that need calming.

[damncompass]

"Not really. I work in physics and research, and some admin, and she's retrieval and tech. I know some chem, but very little bio. Too squishy." He makes a face.

[claudiometer]

"I deal in tech pretty exclusively. I can keep up when he gets to babbling, but I don't do the babbling myself."