Milliways Existence Appreciation Day Happy Hour

[cook_the_rude]

As Dr. Hannibal Lecter comes to the bar tonight, he puts his hand on the counter, and talks to it for a bit.

A napkin pops up.

He gets behind the bar, and puts up a sign in very careful chalk lettering:

Happy Millways Appreciation Day
12 year old MacAllan scotch
2004 Mouton Rothschild
Cucumber, mint & melon punch

Tell me about the best thing Milliways has done for you,
and your drink is on me!

[[OOC: I intended to do this yesterday, but completely failed out -- but as nobody signed up for today, here I am, just one day late!]]

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[planerwayfarer]

Amelia finds Milliways again and heads towards Bar to find something new and alcoholic, instead finding a tender today.

"I don't know that I've been here enough for the bar to have done much for me," she muses, "but I'd appreciate a glass of that scotch."

[cook_the_rude]

The tender smiles at her politely. "Coming right up," he says. "As room temperature, or colled with whiskey stones?"

[planerwayfarer]

She thinks about it for a moment.

"Warm I think," she replies with her won smile. "Unless it is better chilled?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Warm would be saying a little too much; this isn't sake," the tender says, with a little smile.

He gets out a heavy, classic tumbler and pours the requisite finger's breadth.

[planerwayfarer]

"Room temperature," she says with a smile and polite nods. Accepting the glass, she takes a moment to savor the scent before taking a long sip. "Very nice."

"And what are the other two options?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Would you like to try them as well?" the tender asks.

[planerwayfarer]

"Depends on what they are," Amelia answers with a teasing smile. She thinks the second is a type of wine but she's not certain. The last is apparent enough; likely boring unless alcohol's involved.

[hadyougoing]

It's an Ava! She's in jeans and a t-shirt today, and smiling cheerfully.

"Do I have to answer before I get a drink?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Hello, Ava," Dr. Lecter says. "No, you don't have to, but if you do, it's on me."

[hadyougoing]

Her smile quirks a little rueful.

"I haven't given it that much thought, I guess."

[cook_the_rude]

"Just a little story would be enough," Lecter says. "Especially for you."

[hadyougoing]

"About the best thing," she says, half musing and half a question.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes, for example," Dr. Lecter says. "What kind of drink would you like?"

[immortalthief]

Amanda saunters up to the bar and grins at the sign. "Good Evening." she greets him as she takes a seat.

[cook_the_rude]

"What can I get you?" the man behind the bar asks.

[immortalthief]

"Your taste is exquisite, as usual, Dr Lecter." she gives the options a second over, "I would be remiss to pass up a 12-year old scotch, please."

[cook_the_rude]

"Are you going to give me a story of Milliways, or pay?" Dr. Lecter asks.

[immortalthief]

"That is my intent." she grins, "But there are so many to chose from."

"In general, the people. Most interesting of which might have been Mace Windu. Are you familiar with the Jedi?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Star Wars?" Lecter asks. "May the Force be with you? If so, yes, vaguely."

[i_am_your_host]

Oh, look, they're both male again.

Emcee perches on a stool, cigarette in hand, and considers the specials board.

"The best thing Milliways has done for me is provide opportunities to have sex with people who are more than mere mortals," he states with a touch of wryness.

It isn't the best thing, if he were being honest. But this is the answer Lecter probably most expects of him.

[cook_the_rude]

"That sounds rather blatantly dubious," Dr. Lecter says, smiling. "However, I do know that you mean gods and vampires and the like."

[i_am_your_host]

"Yes, and the like," he repeats with a twitch of his lips.

"But you don't believe me? Even knowing how single-minded I am in my pursuits?"

[cook_the_rude]

"I do believe you," Lecter says. "It's just that in most instances, a preference for non-human sex partners would indicate some highly dubious activities, from gourds to goats."

[i_am_your_host]

"Or robots," Emcee adds, smirking.

"No, my preference is for humanoid in shape and form, be they mortal, immortal, superhuman, once-human, and every little thing that falls in between. However, if a talking goat or gourd propositions me, I would have to politely decline."

[cook_the_rude]

"A talking goat would mean that it is a person of some kind, or maybe a shape-shifter," Lecter muses. "Now, robots -- but what about cyborgs?"