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Job done. The bad guys are dead and the girls are home safely. Overall, Jay’s in a pretty good mood. Time to kick back.

He may have had a few before he started his shift but that doesn’t seem to be affecting his game much.

Happy hours
Specials – pretty much whatever you want.
Or let the barman pick for you.

Beat the barman at a game of pool and the next round is on him.
(No superpowers or praeternatural tricks.)

Come say hello, have a drink, play a game.

{ooc: packing to move house as I play so may be a little sporadic.}

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Sherral laughs. "I drink. I could drink you under the table and all."

"That's a challenge I will take you up on one day!" He laughs. "I can't imagine you drunk but I look forward to seeing it."

Sherral chuckles. "Go satisfy your inner barman, then. You can choose what I have."

He grins and slides across the bar, fingers dancing over the bottles. "And what do you prefer normally?"

"I don't often have mixed drinks at all. Surprise me," Sherral says, leaning against the bar.

Jay lingers over the bottles and picks a very fine scotch, pouring Sherral a small glass to see if he likes it.

"Cheers," Sherral says quickly, lifting the glass slightly and then downing its contents.

Jay lifts an eyebrow, waiting for a response on his selection, faintly amused by how fast Sherral downs it.

Sherral will never admit that he's an uncultured Northern boor who doesn't know how to drink with manners. Never.

"This is a good whiskey. We do it better up in Lock Galles, though," he remarks wryly.

"Good whiskey?" Jay growls, challenged by Sherral's dismissive reaction. "Just for that..."

He hunts around under the counter for the bottle he's looking for. "You will sip this. This is the really good stuff."

Sherral gives him an innocent grin. "Am I offending your barman's honour?"

"You certainly offended the makers of that scotch." Jay shakes his head, smiling.

"Ah, they'll live, I reckon," Sherral says brightly.

"I choose to be indignant on their behalf." Jay throws back, enjoying the banter.

Sherral grins, taking a quick sip of his scotch. "I warrant I could make you less indignant if I tried."

Jay tries to keep up an indignant look but a grin ruins it. "You could try..."

"Aye, I could. I do have a point to prove first, though. Go search around and see if you can find a bottle of some Gallan whiskey, will you?"

Jay roots around under the bar, searching for a bottle matching Sherral's request. "This one?"

"Aye, that'll do just fine."

Jay nods and pours them each a glass. Just enough to try. He sold it, and them pours himself a larger glass. "Okay, yeah. That's pretty damn good."

"If there's aught my people do well, it's alcohol," Sherral notes cheerfully.

"And captains." Jay teases, pouring them both another drink.

"Then we should hope I never get promoted, lest me efficiency drops sharply," Sherral says wryly.

"I'm pretty sure your men would revolt if your hierarchy tried to take you away by promoting you." He tops up both their glasses. "How are things going with the new boss?"

"I think you overestimate how attached they are," Sherral chuckles. "I've yet to meet the man. Which isn't entirely unusual. A Consul has more to deal with than just keeping the garrisons in line."