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Christmas Eve Happy Hour
The holidays are a time for family -- nuclear, extended, and otherwise -- and Nita's been doing more than her fair share of holiday travel as a result. Thank the Powers for her subsidized gating privileges at the Crossings. This year, Milliways is her penultimate stop; she'll head back to Earth to spend the 25th with her dad and the Rodriguezes.
When she leans on the counter, she asks Bar wryly, "So, what dark powers are threatening us this year, huh?"
A napkin appears. "... Kidnapped Santa?" Another napkin. "Pox? ... Monsters, too, huh. ... Wow. But is that it? Really? ... No, I didn't mean it like that, it sounds bad. It's just, you know. Comparatively speaking. ... Well, I'm glad everyone's okay. ... Sure, yeah, if you need the break, but I don't know anything about alcohol. ... If you say so." She laughs softly and pats the counter. "Have a good nap."
Happy Hour Specials
Anything I don't have to look up the recipe for
First drink free if you helped save Christmas
First drink half off if you don't celebrate Christmas
When she leans on the counter, she asks Bar wryly, "So, what dark powers are threatening us this year, huh?"
A napkin appears. "... Kidnapped Santa?" Another napkin. "Pox? ... Monsters, too, huh. ... Wow. But is that it? Really? ... No, I didn't mean it like that, it sounds bad. It's just, you know. Comparatively speaking. ... Well, I'm glad everyone's okay. ... Sure, yeah, if you need the break, but I don't know anything about alcohol. ... If you say so." She laughs softly and pats the counter. "Have a good nap."
Happy Hour Specials
Anything I don't have to look up the recipe for
First drink free if you helped save Christmas
First drink half off if you don't celebrate Christmas
"So, uh, what can I get you?"
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"All right," she says, laying her hands on top of the bar. "I have to ask. What is this Christmas thing that keeps coming up?"
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"It's an Earth winter holiday. Technically it marks the birth of one religion's messiah, but the actual way it's celebrated kind of borrows from a couple different mid-winter traditions. It's pretty secular where and when I'm from."
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"This religion celebrates its messiah's birth? Huh."
Weird.
"What kind of festivities go with it? Feats and gift-giving, some kind of topsy-turvy wildness? I ask because that's what Satinalia is like -- and that's the winter holiday I know."
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She nods, leaning on the counter. "Yeah, feasts, gifts, singing. We put up evergreen trees and decorate them -- I don't think that one has anything to do with the dominant religious part. Where are you from?"
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(Which does not mean she doesn't have a little internal holy shit squee!! moment.)
"Sounds like not celebrating to me. What'll it be?"
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"Saurian brandy on the rocks. Seems like I can handle that." When you're off duty more or less permanently, a drink now and then isn't bad.
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Don't mess this one up, Nita, it's only Captain Kirk you're pouring for.
"I've never done this before," she explains sheepishly, peering at the bottle behind the bar. "Bar kind of springs it on people."
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There is one very confused Red Army corporal staring at the board, frowning as she takes off her trenchcoat and hat. Under the heavy material, she's revealed as a teenage girl who is far, far too thin.
On the plus side, she doesn't smell that bad today. Huzzah to retaking town that still had running water.
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Pause.
"Special what?"
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"Uh, TV specials -- like, made-for-TV Christmas movies. Most of them are kind of treacly." She looks the other girl up and down, trying to gauge time and place -- it looks like Earth clothing, maybe mid-20th century, but she's not sure.
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"That's rather rude," he says.
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"Which, if I remember correctly, is not really part of the Christmas spirit, is it?"
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"They can get a drink half-off if they don't celebrate or have never heard of it," she points out, trying not to feel defensive.
"And I heard there was some rescue mission to save Santa. You think I should change the sign?"
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So hurry down the chimney tonight!"
Coyote is not a crooner, but she's passable.
"Have you made your list and checked it twice?"
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Coyote grins at Nita.
"I don't celebrate anyway. It does not matter how secular it is these days, I am tired of getting it shoved down my throat. Celebrating the New Year is far superior."
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Too late?
He is looking better than he did when he arrived, though still pale.
Of course.
Tall, black dressed, in a tank top that shows off his arms and chest.
The set of his mouth can only be described as wry.
not at all!
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He smiles. But he is not up for subterfuge tonight, so he just says, "There are some bags in the fridge with donated blood. One of those. Heated."
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"Either. Warm might be interesting."
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