It's five o'clock somewhere.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

At this point Lesgle's feelings would be hurt, genuinely hurt, if he didn't get a happy hour request from Bar at least every couple of weeks or so. Tending bar is a most congenial activity, in the absence of useful political work.

Today he considers the chalk board and writes

Teach the barman a new cocktail recipe and all attempts to recreate it will go on his tab until he performs to your satisfaction.



((Open to new threads till the next Happy Hour, but I need to call it a night for now!))

Comments

[onceaviking]

"As I would be unable to make sure that you got it right, I shall have to forego the special," Eric says, leaning on the counter, fingers laced.
"I'll just have a bottle if TruBlood, if you please."

{ooc: off to fetch kids and food and such, but back later!}

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Ah, thoughtless of me not to consider the vampire guests! --But really, you can't drink anything else? Blood-and-brandy? Blood punch?"

It sounds disgusting, but then again Bossuet doesn't drink blood in the first place, so what does he know?

[onceaviking]

Eric shakes his head.
"No. No food or drink besides blood. I must admit - sometimes I do miss beer."

Ever the Viking.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"As well you might. One of the gods' greatest gifts, or mankind's greatest thoughts, however you like to put it." He pulls out a bottle of TruBlood, shaking his head. "I could put a paper umbrella in it to be festive...?"

[merryeccentricities]

Joly only came in for scientific supplies. But WELL. If THAT'S going on the board.

" Is this a work ethic I see being written out before me? My dear Bossuet. How tragically bourgeois of you."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Petit-bourgeois at most, dear fellow. Not even that! I don't own the place; by working here I can only hope to chip away at my ever-growing tab, and now you see me fueling that very growth. Wage slavery at its worst."

He leans on the bar and beams. "So do you know any drinks I don't know? And if so, how and why and for how long?"

[merryeccentricities]

"Hah, no, I'd tell you!" Joly's good enough at keeping secrets from the enemy; keeping secrets from his roommate is another matter. "Alas, I admit my other studies have left me tragically less-informed about this field. I acknowledge your superior expertise, and given your tenure with this particular bar, you're surely the one with secrets there. Surprise me."

It's also impossible for him to not fuss with Bossuet's cravat if it's going to go and be crooked. It is of course somewhat improper to be so familiar with the bartender, but one can't always be proper.

[cook_the_rude]

"That is the right sort of challenge for me," Dr. Lecter says, approaching the bar in slacks and a sweater, rather than his usual loud suit and fantastic tie.

From close up, it will be obvious that he has some scratches and sticking plaster on his face and hands, small and discreet.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"I expect I was thinking of our salad-and-cocktails attempt when inspiration struck me. But--what has been happening to you?" Not that he wants to pry, but, well.

[cook_the_rude]

"Things in my world rather blew up, and I'm stuck here now," Dr. Lecter says, with a little shrug that is mostly as smooth as his usual movements.

He ponders.

"Something pleasantly simply, I think. A Bellini cocktail."

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

"Unfortunately, I'm not looking for a mixed drink today," says the rather large fellow with the silver fabric mask covering virtually all of his face. "A bottle of Negra Modelo would be good, though."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

That's a distinctive look. Lesgle finds a bottle (and a glass in case it's wanted) and passes it over with a mildly curious twist to his eyebrows. "...I'm sorry, I'm shamelessly staring and I should know better. Lègle de Meaux, and pleased to meet you."

[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

"It's quite all right, I'm used to it," says the man. "They call me El Santo. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Señor de Meaux. I don't believe I"ve seen you around here before."

[fairy_fixit]

Some sort of tiny blonde woman with wings, about 51 cm tall, or perhaps a giant moth, lands on the bar countertop and considers the specials board for a while.

"Hmm, I already had a Chocolate Saturday yesterday. I have a drink in mind that is quite complicated that most likely is new to everyone here. Were you thinking complicated or simple drinks?"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Hmm. Bossuet rubs the back of his neck. That's not the sort of creature he sees every day. "Ah...my chance of managing it to your liking is higher for a simple drink, but I am to please. Or at least amuse, if you want to watch me struggle with the complex."

[fairy_fixit]

She considers, then says,"With something simple, it is possible that the drink might not be new, but at least the name will be new. Well let's try something simple anyway. A Wizard Blizzard. You will need a cocktail shaker, ice, vodka, gin, and half an orange, half a lime, and half a lemon to start. Oh, a spoon to scoop out the fruits."

It still may turn out complicated, but that relative to the Chocolate Saturday it is simple.

[lazy_but_loyal]

A tall, blonde woman stalks through the bar on very strappy, very high heels. She's wearing a black, skin-tight pencil skirt and a wine-red top, which would be relatively modest for her except for the slash that exposes her ample bosom. Her hair falls in perfect golden waves around her shoulders, and her makeup is as always, flawless.

She also looks as if she could kill you.

She stares at the specials board, an eyebrow raised and a hand on her hip.

"Yeah, that's not gonna work."

Can Lesgle handle two vampires in one shift? At least it's not at the same time. That would be unethical. Fun, but unethical.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"You're terribly hard to satisfy, then, Mademoiselle? That sure I'd be inadequate?"

Yes, all right, sights like this are another reason to enjoy tending bar.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She blatantly looks him up and down with a slow blink of long, curled eyelashes.

"Very."

That's an answer to both.

But the microscopically subtle twist to her crimson lips might suggest she's open to being proved wrong to at least one of those things.

[street_sparrow]

"I could tell you some you've never heard of", Gavroche says, leaning on the bar, "but I've skipped two hundred years, it'd be cheating."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Cheat away! I've no objection to building my tab, and I'm here to learn. What can I do for you, Gavroche?"

[street_sparrow]

"I'll be nice and give you a simple one. Stout beer and champagne, they call it a Black Velvet."

[balancingminds]

Charles smiles at the bartender, "Those last few words could get you into a great deal of trouble."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Oh, do please elaborate," he says, smiling right back.

[balancingminds]

"Performing to their satisfaction, I'm surprised that you still have all your clothing with how some of the patrons here can be. But I won't trouble you too much, I'd just like a scotch and water,"

He probably meant to put them there and that shows a fine sense of humor.