Happy Hour with Sam Wilson

[notapilot]

Sam backs through the front door carrying several medium sized boxes and thus isn't aware he's in Milliways until he's through and the door closes behind him. Once he does, he shrugs and heads for the bar. It's not the VA but he can leave the boxes of Girl Scout cookies here just as well as back home. It doesn't matter who eats them after all, he just doesn't want them going to waste, and they won't keep with the trips with Steve that keep happening.

When he gets to Bar though, he gets the infamous napkin. "Alright, I can take over. Have yourself a good nap. Should I save some of these for you? No? Okay."

 

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"Happy Hour is here folks and I've got cookies!" He calls out once he's opened several of the cases, pulling out various kinds of the cookies.

[OOC: Decided to throw the Happy Hour up early. Here until 4pm PST, though work may interrupt my good intentions.]

Comments

[tu_vas_triompher]

He's got a taker for those cookies! At least--he's got someone who was coming down for a meal. Finding that the bar's on break, Feuilly will go with whatever's available.

"Are Girl Scout cookies--is that like the Milliways Scouts?"

[notapilot]

"Something like that," Sam replies. "Though the Girl Scouts are for girls only, while the boys have Boy Scouts. Once a year they sell these cookies as a fund raiser and I can never resist buying when they ask me, which usually means I have too many cookies around."

[tu_vas_triompher]

"Oh, the girls learn to bake? That's sensible." Well--all right, he'll try some learning-to-bake cookies for dinner. He's had worse! "Which kinds do you recommend?"

[starrydome]

Small cakes. Interesting.

Elrond drifts closer. He often find the sweet treats here too sweet, but he is willing to give it another try.

[notapilot]

Perhaps the Trefoils might be to his taste?

Sam smiles and offers a polite nod. "Anything I get for you?"

[starrydome]

Elrond smiles.
"I do not know these, but perhaps you could recommend one?"

His voice is pleasant, rich and melodic.

[dejah_thoris]

There's a rather vigorous snuffling noise coming from the patron's side of the bar. It hones in on the boxes and a very flat, massive head with two bright eyes peers over the bar at Sam.

The eyes look at the boxes, and then look at Sam. Back to the boxes, back to Sam. Back and forth, back and forth, until they fix on Sam and the creature's face splits in a silly, hopeful grin.

[notapilot]

At the first sight of the head, Sam steps back quickly. First the googly-eyed ham and now...this? Granted, that googly-eyed ham turned out to be pretty nice.

Sam steps back forward slowly, holding up his hands in what he hopes will be interpreted as friendly. "Howdy? I'd offer some cookies but I have no idea if they'd be harmful for you."

[dejah_thoris]

The expanse of brow knits, wrinkles, as if the creature is thinking. He peers back at the boxes and then turns to look across the bar. He looks longingly at the boxes again and then back across the bar. He glances at Sam and the very clear impression he gives is, Hang on, be right back.

And then there's a puff of dust in the place where there'd previously been several hundred pounds of calot.

Less than ten seconds passes and he's back. He looks over his shoulder to the dark-haired woman who seems to be making her way towards the bar, and then he goes back to looking at Sam with a decidely goofy grin.

"Woola, what is it you want? Oh hello. I'm sorry, is he bothering you?" Dejah gives Sam an apologetic smile.

[athelstanthescribe]

"What are Girl Scout cookies?" Athelstan wonders, studying the board.

[notapilot]

"Are you familiar with the Milliways Scouts? The Girl Scouts are a similar organization. The sell these cookies once a year to help raise money to fund activities and such. I can't resist buying anytime I'm asked and so always end up with too many cookies."

"They're quite good if you like sweets."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Girl Scouts?" The young man with a leather brace around one arm asks. "... A part of your military?"

Admittedly, Sherral's not sure what kind of military organisation would have their scouts sell biscuits, but he's from a nation that has their soldiers start fairly young - the idea of an all-girl group of scouts isn't too strange to him.

[notapilot]

That earns Sherral a laugh.

"No, just an organization to teach girls skills and give them chances to do things they might not get to do normally. It's sort of like a club."

[cutting_edgex23]

X blinks at him, head tilting very slightly.

"You are not a Girl Scout."

[notapilot]

Sam tilts his head to a similar angle.

"No, I am not. But I swear the girls I bought these from were. I can never say no and now I have too many."

[mjolnir_retriever]

Here's a stranger Sam may find familiar.

Even if his outfit is a little different than what he's worn on television. (Dark loose tunic of soft charcoal grey fabric that looks like wool but probably isn't, shot through with a subtle glitter. There's no visible armor except his vambraces, but Mjölnir rests lightly in one hand.)

"These are cookies meant to fortify scouts?" He's interested; also, a little amused. "May men partake of them as well?"

Thor aims to be culturally sensitive! He doesn't always manage, but he tries!

[notapilot]

Thor could be wearing a hospital gown sack and his majesty would likely shine through. Sam does pause when we spots the Asgardian approach, which is good as it gives him time to collect himself. This won't go like meeting Steve for the first time.

"Of course. They are actually sold by the Girl Scouts and meant for all," Sam replies and kicks himself for allowing some of Thor's grandiose speech to sneak in.

[sunbaked_baker]

A young, red-headed girl peers at the sign, and at the boxes of cookies, then at Sam.

"Free milk and cookies?" she queries, eyebrows raised and with a faint smile showing.

She is just making sure. It sounds almost too good to be true.

[notapilot]

"As much as you'd like," he answers with a grin, "As long as I won't get an upset parent yelling at me. Regular cow milk okay?"

[fry_sandhu]

Fry reads the sign, wearing his Milliscouts hoodie, then climbs up on a barstool and inspects the bartender.

"Are you starting a rival troup?" he asks. "Because we need more kids in ours."

[notapilot]

Sam gives a half frown and holds up his hands defensively.

"Not me. I've just got extra cookies that are going to go stale. I take it I've the honor of speaking with a Milliscout?"

[morethanprops]

Watson is afraid that he might be getting ill, his door won't open and he hasn't seen Holmes.

As he goes up the counter, he's rubbing where his mustache should be and looking slightly flushed, "What kind of cookie does a
Girl Scout make, sir?"

[notapilot]

"I have a few different kinds. Thin Mints, which are chocolate and mint. Samoas, which are caramel, chocolate, and toasted coconut. Savanah Smiles, which are lemon and powdered sugar. And Trefoils, which are basic short bread, though not as buttery as the Scottish variety."

He adds the last due to the man's accent.

[girlwithout]

"Are you seriously giving away Girl Scout Cookies, what kind of fortune did you fall into and can I have some of it?"

Rikki's plopping herself down on a bar stool.

[notapilot]

"Well, they do set me back a few weeks, even though I do budget for them throughout the year," Sam replies with a smile. "How are things going?"