Happy Hour

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin is running his fingers through his hair to get it neat when he comes in, he's dressed in jeans ad a t-shirt as the house needs to be unpacked more, his human disguise is down as he was expecting the hallway.

At the counter, he starts to order some food when he gets a note and sighs before saying, "I'd be glad to." Bartending is unexpected but should work and he moves behinds and writes in his neatest handwriting.

Specials
Coffee-10% off if you teach me about a new kind or way to make it.
Tea
Soda
Beer

Then he gets a soda to drink for himself and before she left, Bar made him a sandwich.

(OOC: This is open until another happy hour goes up or it scrolls, whichever comes first.)

Tiny tag: The Count

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[not_that_count]

The Count takes a seat languidly at the Bar and looks over the menu. His face drops into a pout, "What about those of us on a special diet?"

His inner thought became an outer question.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin looks the count over, he doesn't seem human, Quentin's not human either but this man seems kind of vampire like, "What kind of special diet?"

[not_that_count]

"Oh you know, the blood kind," said The Count flippantly, "I mean, can you find me a bottle of that synthetic stuff the Bar has?"

He didn't sound happy when asking for the blood, but it was better than nothing.

[heatherandsteel]

That answers his question and Quentin turns to the fridge to find a bottle.

So far this one doesn't seem to be as interested in him as the other two he's met, "Any particular one?"

[not_that_count]

"O rhesus positive, if you have it," he said, "And if you could warm it up that would be nice."

He'd found that the synthetic blood was best warm.


"What are you?" he asked.

[mighty_avenger]

A tall blonde in a primary colored flight suit walks up to the bar.

"Kid, I desperately need a cop of coffee, and I'm pretty sure I've got a new way for you to make it."

[heatherandsteel]

He smiles at her, she looks like she's a coffee lover or addict like Toby and her outfit is pretty, "Tell me how and I'll be quick."

[mighty_avenger]

Carol's more of a coffee... connoisseur. With a pounding headache.

"Have you got a French press and a kettle of water back there?"

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin turns around to see what's there, "Yes, I can see them."

[mighty_avenger]

"Awesome! Bring 'em over."

[freedom_is_grey]

"So I am about to ask a ridiculous question, Quentin."

Ysalwen, white haired and black-tattooed, gracefully settles onto a barstool and rests her elbows on the Bar herself.

"What exactly is coffee?"

Inquiring minds want to know.

[heatherandsteel]

"Do you know about tea?" Somewhere Toby turned around in confusion at the idea of someone not knowing about coffee.

[freedom_is_grey]

"I do indeed," she says grandly.

"Do you? More than just the word, I mean."

[heatherandsteel]

He blinks at her, "Yes, I mentioned it because coffee's kind of like tea. Its made from ground coffee means instead of tea leaves and there's as much variety in types of coffee."

Then he turns around and picks out a bag of coffee beans and some ground, a few varieties of each, "All of these are coffee, this is what it starts as and its ground before being brewed. It can be brewed with water, milk and in other ways. My knight really, really likes coffee."

[freedom_is_grey]

"Hmmm."

She leans forward, inhaling deeply.

"Well, it certainly smells good. Is the fact that your knight likes it a reason you think other people might, as well?"

[intoaman]

A very tired looking Raven man with scratches all over his chest sits down at the bar. "Hello Quentin, may I have a soda please?"

[heatherandsteel]

"Of course, what kind and do you need some bandages, Diaval?"

Quentin doesn't like seeing Diaval hurt and maybe he can help.

[intoaman]

"Orange please?" He looks down at his chest and brushes at the scratches with a slightly dirty hand. "No, it's okay. They're not bleeding any more and they don't hurt much."

[heatherandsteel]

"Yes, but you don't want them to get infected. I'll get some antiseptic and we can clean you up even if you don't put band aids on them,"

He turns to get the orange soda and spots the first aid kit that's hidden near the citrus.

[intoaman]

"As you see best." He pokes a the scratches a little distractedly. Some of them do need cleaning. Most are sets of three parallels scratches, not unlike claws.

[andinfluencepeople]

Chuck's chewing at a hang nail as he walks up, looking at his tablet. It's not until he's almost at the Bar that he realizes there's a bartender.

He glances up, and puts his hand down. "Hey, Quentin. You got Coke?"

He sits up on a stool.

"... and if there's a fingernail clipper back there, that'd be great."

[heatherandsteel]

"Yes on the coke, I don't know about a fingernail clipper," That's kind of gross and he goes to get Chuck a glass and some ice as one of the rats helps him find the clipper, "Apparently there is one back here."

[andinfluencepeople]

"Thanks," Chuck says, gratefully, taking it. He really didn't want to tear it off and then have to deal with the pain of taking it too far. Hangnails suck.

"You get this gig on purpose?"

[heatherandsteel]

"No, I was ordering and she asked me to bartend."

[andinfluencepeople]

"Yeah," Chuck says. "That happened to me."

Kind of. He was complaining beforehand about being bored.

He finishes removing the hangnail, then -- because the Bar isn't around to dispose of trash -- tucks it into his pocket. Where, yes, he will forget about it, but at least it's not hanging around. He closes the clippers and hands them back.