Viking bartending

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Today, Ragnar Lothbrok comes in and makes straight for the bar. Life is full of trouble at home, and moreover, he's thirsty.

Instead of a drink, he gets a napkin.

"Athelstan?"

He looks around, hoping that his little monk is somewhere around and can help.

If he's to sell people drinks (which is what the napkin means, after all) he needs help from somebody who can tell what's written on the bottle!

***

After brief discussion, the specials board now says, in a neat insular half-uncial script from early medieval times:

Free mead -- for a story about a voyage
Free wine -- for a story about a celebration
Free ale -- for a funny and embarrassing story about yourself
Free apple juice -- for a story about your childhood

So it's both Athelstan and Ragnar behind the bar, ready to come and get you a drink, and listen to your story.


[[OOC: Two muns, two charries -- you'll most likely get both, unless you just want one of them and say so!]]

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Thank you," Ragnar says, when he is done.

Pause.

"Oh, and Athelstan?"

[athelstanthescribe]

He turns around, reaching for Ragnar's hand below the level of the Bar.

"Yes?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar's hand is already there, reaching for Athelstan.

"Yes," he says. "Just that."

He smoothly entwines their fingers in taking Athelstan's hand.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is very happy to hold Ragnar's hand, turning out to the room to wait for their customers.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

This is probably not the time to talk about what happened at the beach, but the touch reassures Ragnar it was real, and there is something between them that wasn't there before.