Happy Hour

[mr_gaeta]

For the first time in a very long while, Gaeta is walking -- slowly, yes, but still walking -- without his crutches.

For the first time in a very long while, he's also sliding behind the bar to chalk up the specials board.

(Bar, it seems, took the lack of crutches to mean he's up for doing this sort of thing again. Gaeta can't complain; he has missed it.)

TONIGHT'S SPECIAL
Coffee
any kind

because it's the nectar
of the gods & anyone
who says otherwise is
a dirty liar

"Happy hour," he calls. "What can I get you?"



[ooc: off to bed! slowtime now in effect; post is open until I say it's not.]

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[vorpatril]

Ivan's decided to take some to try and find some time with his wife before she leaves, but before that, there was a day of people being stupid.

He's loosening his collar as he sits down at the counter, "Coffee sounds wonderful. A mug and a glass of brandy, if you have it, the good stuff from Vorkosigan Surleau."

[mr_gaeta]

"Absolutely," he says with a nod. "Is the coffee or the brandy from -- "

Oh. Hang on a minute.

" -- Vorkosigan Surleau?"

[vorpatril]

"The brandy, I never have a chance to have it at home as it gets hidden away unless its a special occasion. I didn't even get to share it with my new father-in-law and sort of stepfather,"

Perhaps it will help with all his worries that Simon is out of his depth with the Arquas.

[mr_gaeta]

"Got it. One second..."

He scans the wall of bottles behind the bar. Some kind soul thought to alphabetize them recently; unfortunately, they used an alphabet that doesn't match Gaeta's in the slightest.

Maybe it's better to take care of the coffee first. The percolator purrs like a cat when Gaeta touches it; blinking, he gives the top of it a brief pat. The purring intensifies.

"It's...good to see you again, too?" he offers.

Prrrrr.

[vorpatril]

Ivan opens his mouth and then stares, "Did you just pet the coffee maker?"

[claudiometer]

"Hey, no crutches! That's a step up in the world."

Claudia grins, then eyes the specials board for a minute. "Now I have to decide how badly I want to stay up all night."

[mr_gaeta]

Gaeta returns the grin. "Still a little wobbly," he confesses, "but I figured why the frak not."

Gods know how he'll feel tomorrow, but for now, he's feeling pretty good!

"I could always make it decaf if you wanted."

[claudiometer]

Claudia rolls her eyes. "If I get decaf, I might as well not get coffee. You know what, fuck it, let's do this thing. I got a Tesla rifle to finish."

[mr_gaeta]

"A woman after my own heart," he says, solemnly. "Any kind of coffee in particular? There's..."

He eyes the bag.

"...a new shipment of something they managed to grow in an underground cave somewhere. It's actually pretty good."

[claudiometer]

"...huh. Why not, I'll give that a try."

Never let it be said that there's no adventure in Claudia's heart.

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche stops by, frowning slightly as he tries to work out what's different, then his eyebrows shoot up and he grins.

"Look at you, walking without any help."

[mr_gaeta]

"If the occasional table or wall doesn't count as help," says Gaeta, returning the grin. "Hey, Gavroche."

[street_sparrow]

"Nah, they don't count", he says cheerfully. "Hey, Felix, how's things?"

[mr_gaeta]

"Not too bad," he says. "What about you? -- Can I get you anything?"

That's the whole point to his being behind the bar, after all.

[street_sparrow]

"Coffee's the special, so I'll have coffee. Take your pick what kind - and I'm okay. Eponine came back."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Bossuet has been loafing idly around Milliways for some indeterminate length of time ((even if his player has been very busy)), so he's bound to recognize Gaeta at least to smile at cheerily. Especially if Gaeta's behind the bar. "Excuse me, but may mere mortals sip the nectar of the gods? Can a fellow get a cup of coffee?"

[mr_gaeta]

Gaeta smiles. "Of course," he says. "Want anything in it?"

If so, he won't judge. (Much.)

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Hmm. I'll hold to your conceit--and it would be impious to dilute the divine ambrosia. Black will do nicely, thanks."

He's gotten a bit spooked by all the coffee options in this place.

[mr_gaeta]

"Good man," he says, approvingly.

One of the coffee bags lined up next to the percolator is the non-alcoholic equivalent of a jug with "XXX" on the side: burlap, stamped simply with COFFEE, and containing a thoroughly ordinary batch of beans. Praying that it won't, say, burst into song once it hits hot water, Gaeta selects it and busies himself preparing the drink.

"I've seen you around," he says, "but I don't think we've been formally introduced. Felix Gaeta."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Lesgle. Formerly of Meaux. Also answering to Bossuet. Delighted, Monsieur." Bossuet watches the coffee business with great interest. "I've never seen a cup of coffee made here. They simply appear when I ask."

[simon_doctor]

Hey, look who's in Milliways for the first time in a while.

"Felix," he says, pleased. "Wan an. How have you been?"

[mr_gaeta]

Gaeta brightens.

"Hey, Simon," he says, lifting a hand to wave hello. "Not too bad. How about you?"

[simon_doctor]

"I've been well. Ah ... somewhat busier than usual, lately."

There's an inexplicable smile along with that.

[mr_gaeta]

"Yeah?" He's not sure quite what to make of the smile, but it's good to see nonetheless. "I wondered why I hadn't seen you around very much. Oh, um -- "

A gesture to the specials board.

"Want anything?"

[simon_doctor]

"Coffee sounds wonderful," he says. "Ah -- the regular blend, if that's available?"