Cannibal Happy Hour

[cook_the_rude]

When Dr. Lecter comes in today, he is carrying a stack of books and a few obscure kitchen implements.

He puts them down on the bar counter, and then posts a message with a drawing for DCI Hunt. But when he moves to pick up his books again, a yellow napkin comes up.

"With pleasure, my dear," he says, takes of his jacket, puts on an apron, finds a few bottles, and writes the names on the specials board.

Beer: Richelbräu CasaNova, Munich
White Wine: 2012 Schloss Vollrads Alte Reben, Rhine
Rosé Wine:Chapelle de Sainte Roseline Cru Classé Rosé, Provence
Red Wine: 2004 Neil Ellis Grenache, South Africa
Cocktail:Grand Mimosa
Alcohol free: Elderflower lemonade

Then, he waits for patrons. Nothing could possibly be wrong, to judge from his demeanour.

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[i_am_your_host]

The Master of Ceremonies has not paid Milliways a visit in a while. Nothing could possibly be wrong here. Right?

Clad in a black leather trench coat, with painted lips and smoky eyes, he slides onto a bar stool and regards the specials board with curiosity and interest.

[cook_the_rude]

"Can I get you anything?" the man behind the bar asks, politely.

[i_am_your_host]

His sloe-eyed gaze shifts to the man behind the bar.

"A glass of the Alte Reben, bitte," he replies, his enunciation revealing that he is obviously German. "I wonder, is it still considered vintage if it is from the future relative to my time?" he adds with an amused smirk.

[cook_the_rude]

The man behind the bar fills a glass for him, and hands it over.

"It's spent the requisite time in the barrel, so yes, I'd say so," he declares.

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko comes by whistling to herself, and shakes her head at the specials board. "You and the wine," she says, amused. Her hair is still a little damp from swimming earlier, and is pulled up in a messy topknot, leaving the strand of beads to hang free.

"Hi, Hannibal."

[cook_the_rude]

"Hello Noriko," Hannibal says. "I suppose you want the elderflower lemonade?"

[electro_kinetic]

"Nah, actually, the beer sounds interesting," she says. "I know someone from Munich."

[cook_the_rude]

Carefully, Hannibal pours her a glass.

"Do you?" he says. "Another mutant?"

[cute_bruiser]

Molly is not chatting, and won't be; if Hannibal speaks to her, he won't get a response, not even a change of expression. But she's leaning against the wall near Hannibal's position at the bar with her arms crossed and her Security badge glittering very visibly on her shirt, watching.

Very pointedly watching.

This is your obligatory* Security presence, Hannibal. Get used to it.





*It's not obligatory in the sense that Mel Fray or someone's issued an edict; she hasn't even been able to speak to her yet. It's obligatory in the sense that Hannibal has no option about this.

[cook_the_rude]

"Good evening, miss," Dr. Lecter says, cheerfully. "Would you like something to drink? Cocktail? Rosé?"

[cute_bruiser]

He might as well not be there; she isn't glowering, or even frowning. She looks neutral, possibly faintly bored, and she continues as if ignoring him.

[cook_the_rude]

He makes her a Grand Mimosa, anyway, and puts it down on the bar near her. Apparently, being a guest at his happy hour without a drink is simply not done.

[never_shall_yield]

After his conversation with Guppy, Javert had thought for a short while. Not deeply. He had been planning to simply leave. But then he remembers what is in his room, and he sees Lecter bartending when he walks inside. He will not delay when opportunity is presented.

He goes upstairs, and returns a couple of minutes later. He walks to the bar and deposits the books Lecter once lent him in front of the man.

'I have finished with these,' he says, coldly.

Guppy told him he should not speak to him, because it could be dangerous for him. But Javert cares nothing for this.

[cook_the_rude]

"Inspector Javert!" Dr. Lecter says, pleasantly enough. "You have returned after all. Are you giving up on your church, then? And would you like some wine?"

[never_shall_yield]

'Do not call me that.'

Well. There is evidence of cruelty, perhaps. This man is intelligent; he would remember the repeated requests not to use his old title.

'The church is not your business. And no, I would not like wine.'

He would like to feel angrier than he does. Mostly, he just wants to leave.

'I have been told that you fed me lies to make me think I was ill.'

[cook_the_rude]

"Has that anything to do with Guppy's accusations the other day?" Dr. Lecter asks. "My suggestion may have been a shot in the dark, but I am certain that you would greatly benefit from psychiatric attention."

[schrodingerskatz]

At a table nearby, a woman in an oxblood leather jacket with her back to the bar sits straight up. It's the voice that hits her -- urbane, pleasant, accented English.

So often you open your mouth and I hear Will Graham's words come out.

She's already reaching under her jacket as she turns and stands; by the time she's facing the bar she has the gun out and pointed at the floor.

"Lecter."

She probably ought to have a witty opener. She's got nothing but anger.

[cook_the_rude]

"Miss Katz," Dr. Lecter says. "I didn't know you're coming here. Would you like a glass of wine?"

He smiles at her, not even looking at the gun.

[schrodingerskatz]

"Agent," she snaps, because fuck this guy, seriously.

"Sounds like you've made yourself right at home here."

[lt_blade]

Sonya's dealt with shady characters all the time in her work. Regardless of what Lecter's done, it hasn't personally affected her and she's too much of a professional to let that it show from her.

Besides, she has a payment due.

The box of goods was kept fresh thanks to bar. She doesn't set it on the bar proper, but right by the closest table. "Lecter..have ingredients for snake soup." Or whatever it was he was going to make: she recognized the meat product as snake atleast. "I can just send this to the kitchen?"

He'd probably have a better chance to look at them there.

[cook_the_rude]

"Hello, Sonya," Dr. Lecter says, holding out his hand for the box. "Let me have a look."

[lt_blade]

She made sure there was a free spot on the bar before handing it over. "I'm going to assume that everything's in order?"

Her ability to read chinese was shaky at best. The most she was capable of checking was to see if what was given her wasn't tainted or poor quality.

[cutting_edgex23]

X sits down at the bar, motions quick and economical.

Her nostrils flare as she scents the air, checking to see if what Red's senses ascertained is the truth.

Or if she can at least get a point of comparison.

And when (if?) Hannibal looks her way.

"Hello."

[cook_the_rude]

"Good evening," Dr. Lecter says, pleasantly. "Would you like a drink?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X considers his question, head tilting.

Then --

"A milkshake. Please."

Beat.

"Vanilla."

She is not planning on drinking it. But it is something to order.