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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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"Don't drink it too quickly," Sherral warns. "It has a kick."

Jay holds out a hand that's steady as a rock despite how much he's had to drink. "Still think you could drink me under the table?" He asks playfully. He may be drunk but he's still Jay.

With a grin, Sherral dips his head to kiss Jay's knuckles quickly. "Aye, I reckon I could."

Jay shifts to pull Sherral close, his other arm draped around his waist. "It's a pity I've got a head-start on you then. Or do you plan to take advantage of that?"

"I didn't know we were doing the drinking contest now," Sherral says with a laugh, sliding an arm loosely around Jay. "Otherwise I'd have made sure to keep pace with you."

"I'm sure there are other ways you could keep pace with me." Jay leers, making the most of their closeness to lean against Sherral.

Sherral laughs, giving Jay a quick kiss on the temple. "I could. But I'm not convinced you've not had one or two too many. And you're meant to be serving drinks, aye?"

Jay catches Sherral's eye, abruptly serious. "I'm more than sober enough to give informed consent. You can trust me on that."

He lets go and drifts back to the bar. "Yeah, I guess. But my shift can't last much longer. I've been here a while."

"Good thing, that. Both of those," Sherral says, walking over to press a quick kiss to Jay's neck.

The kiss makes Jay relax a little, his hand resting on the small of Sherral's back. "Come back to my room with me? After my shift?"

"Aye, of course," Sherral says, lifting one hand to brush it through Jay's hair.

Jay turns his hand into touch, enjoying the warmth of it. He nods to the pool table. "Another round while we wait for Madam Bar to wake up?"

"Aye, by all means, if you're willing to put up with my relative lack of skill there."

Jay chuckles and steals a kiss. "I'm sure you'll make it up with your skills in other areas." He teases.

About halfway through the game, a napkin appears on the counter and Jay laughs when he reads it. "She says I drank more than I sold."

"I am entirely unsurprised," Sherral says.

Jay steals another kiss, and another bottle of whiskey. "What can I say? I might have thrown a few games tonight."

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Sherral laughs, shaking his head. "You should hardly challenge people to games if you just mean to throw them all."

"Depends what the goal of the game is." Jay grins playfully. "Playing to win isn't always the best tactic."

Sherral ducks his head, blushing a little.

"You know," he remarks after a moment, a little uncertainly. "I wouldn't mind a trip to your world at some point. If you were so inclined."

Beat.

"Forgive my basically inviting myself, I've not yet had the chance to go to any other worlds."

Jay steps to him and cups his cheek. "Sherral, I trust you. You're welcome in my world any time you like. My lifestyle is far more... transient than yours but," he kisses Sherral slowly and sweetly. "Anywhere you want to see, I'll take you."

Sherral turns a little redder.

Then: "Good. I'm glad to hear it. Although as for where - surprise me. Cities are always interesting."

"I know a couple of cities you might enjoy." Jay chuckles, taking Sherral's hand and drawing him towards the stairs. "I'll show them to you my way, from the top."

Sherral squints, following Jay to the stairs. "Do you - have the ability to fly that you've thus far been keeping from me?"

This may be a case of The Return of the Startlingly Literal Archadian.

{ooc: shall we step off-board at this point, just in case...}

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