Happy Hour

[clayforthedevil]

Bahorel grins when he finds the napkin waiting for him. "Why, Madame Bar, I thought you'd never ask."

He grins even more when he reads some of what it actually says. There seem to be so many excellent holidays here. He jumps over the bar and in neat calligraphy writes on the Specials board:

 

Happy Holiday Survival Hour
 

First Drink free with Confession of a Complaint

Any drink that gets set on fire 1/2 off

The bar's extremely open, folks.

((ooc: open until the next Happy Hour goes up!))

Comments

[morethanprops]

"No, she tends to pass through and not live here all the time. Do you enjoy a good fight?"

[clayforthedevil]

"Oh, of course, a good fight is a good time. But interesting people are even better, and well worth the meeting." Especially here, where interesting people seem to be the chief form of entertainment.

[morethanprops]

"I'll have to disagree with you there, but then I'm not a fighting man. Company though, that's my favorite and its wonderful here."

[clayforthedevil]

"Each to their nature" Bahorel says amiably "it's fine to not be a fighting man, and better still to know it. What are you, then?"

[morethanprops]

"A banker, it keeps me in suits and drinking money,"

He's rather more than that but finance is a fine lie.

[clayforthedevil]

"A banker? Why you're a far more dangerous fellow than me, then." It's said with a laugh, but a not a very light one. "In what world?"

[morethanprops]

"I'm a rather small fry, just a clerk earning money so I can travel and do as I wish. A place called the Disc which rides on the back of four elephants who stand atop a great turtle."

[clayforthedevil]

"And what do you wish to do, in your travels on your Disc? "


...On top of a turtle? There's one to ask around about.

[morethanprops]

"Savor the pleasures of life and not have to be anywhere in particular,"

He's happiest on the road.