Pinkie Pie (
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milliways_bar2015-09-05 06:38 pm
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Tending Plus One!
It's a much bouncier Pinkie who emerges from the Everfree Forest entrance to the bar today; happier, cheerier, and completely self-assured. You might even hear her humming a catchy tune under her breath. Don't ask how she learned it. It was probably a request from her to Bar.
She boings to a stool and pats the bar. "Hiya, Miss Bar! I hope you're having a superdy-duper day!" In response, she gets a tiny pink napkin. "Can I do an end-of-summer Bartending for you? Can I?!" Then she leans in and says, loudly and aside, "WHAT'S A SUMMER?!"
Another napkin appears. "Okey dokey!" Pinkie says, nodding firmly. "I understand completely."
She doesn't, but she thinks she gets the general gist of it. Soon she's behind the bar, and with some effort there appears a menu, which reads just like this:
End of Sommer Sumer Summer Harvest Party!
(money off if you come in wearing a snorkel and flippers! Even more if you can hula while you wear them!)
MENU:
Blueberry Iced Tea $1.40
lemonade Mint Spritzers $3.50
Banana Split Mega Milkshakes $2.00
SUPER FLAMING BANANA SURPRISE $2.00 (With Ice Cream - $2.50)
COOKIES!
ALL KINDS!
$.50 EACH
(If you don't see it, ask!)
In a second, the bar is strewn with festive streamers, a dusting of confetti, a dotting of the bar with plastic fruit arrangements, and a smiling bartender who's making herself the biggest ice cream sundae possible.
"If you wanna drink or a snack," she calls, "Come on up!"
And with that, bartending is open for the evening!
(And in the distance, there is also a bored blonde cop in a sarong drinking something powerful. The display before her causes her to raise an eyebrow.
"When did they start letting horses in here?" she asks no one in particular.
[OOC: A special Pinkie Pie 'tending for Labor Day Weekend, with bonus Clementine!. Player is around all night, prioritizing this post and backtagging others, though things will be slow initially while I attend to shower and dishes. Open til the next tending!]
She boings to a stool and pats the bar. "Hiya, Miss Bar! I hope you're having a superdy-duper day!" In response, she gets a tiny pink napkin. "Can I do an end-of-summer Bartending for you? Can I?!" Then she leans in and says, loudly and aside, "WHAT'S A SUMMER?!"
Another napkin appears. "Okey dokey!" Pinkie says, nodding firmly. "I understand completely."
She doesn't, but she thinks she gets the general gist of it. Soon she's behind the bar, and with some effort there appears a menu, which reads just like this:
(money off if you come in wearing a snorkel and flippers! Even more if you can hula while you wear them!)
MENU:
Blueberry Iced Tea $1.40
lemonade Mint Spritzers $3.50
Banana Split Mega Milkshakes $2.00
SUPER FLAMING BANANA SURPRISE $2.00 (With Ice Cream - $2.50)
COOKIES!
ALL KINDS!
$.50 EACH
(If you don't see it, ask!)
In a second, the bar is strewn with festive streamers, a dusting of confetti, a dotting of the bar with plastic fruit arrangements, and a smiling bartender who's making herself the biggest ice cream sundae possible.
"If you wanna drink or a snack," she calls, "Come on up!"
And with that, bartending is open for the evening!
(And in the distance, there is also a bored blonde cop in a sarong drinking something powerful. The display before her causes her to raise an eyebrow.
"When did they start letting horses in here?" she asks no one in particular.
[OOC: A special Pinkie Pie 'tending for Labor Day Weekend, with bonus Clementine!. Player is around all night, prioritizing this post and backtagging others, though things will be slow initially while I attend to shower and dishes. Open til the next tending!]

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"Uh....," is all he can say.
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Her intent? To eat them all.
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They don't have persons in Equestria but Pinkie's been adapting over the past few years.
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"Is it, like, a spoonful of each?" he asks hopefully, because, even for a bottomless pit of a teenager, that is a daunting prospect bordering on frightening.
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Like, oh, THE ENTIRE BAR.
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Commode accommodations. Heh.
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