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[angry_friendship_wolf]

There are many good, valid reasons why you should never make bets with people ever, especially if those bets involve the words ‘bartending’ and ‘leather.’

So today’s bartending has two bartenders: Yamato, dressed like he’s just gotten back from a punk rock concert, exuding a fifty meter aura of surliness as if he’s attempting to silently dissuade everyone from ordering any drinks; and Quentin, who looks ready to step on stage for a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, with tight leather pants, an open linen shirt, pointed ears, and bronze hair, smirking at Yamato.

Gabumon, in the spirit of being helpful, has hung up a board of Specials.


SPECIALS.
Sodas.
Tea and Coffee, hot or iced.

Yamato has added an addition, but Gabumon wisely scribbled it out.

Say anything and your drink is double price.

Quentin went into the back and after some pointing by the rats was able to bring out a plate with pastries, cookies and even bagels.

[ooc: Joint bartending post with Quentin and Yamato. Both muns are around for ages, open until it scrolls.]

Comments

[auxin]

"You two look hot." Auxin grins. "What's the occasion?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Could be your funeral if you play your cards right," Yamato says gruffly, folding his arms. "There's no occasion. Just bartending."

"I'm helping!" Gabumon chirps, briefly appearing over the top of the Bar.

"He's helping," Yamato echoes, sourly.

[heatherandsteel]

"Yamato lost a bet and we do look good. What would you like?" He's never met this man before but compliments are always fun.

[auxin]

Auxin blinks slightly in surprise at the sour response, but then, realising Yamato is perhaps a little embarrassed, smiles good-naturedly.

"I'll have that outfit later if you don't want it. Pint of bitter, please?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

It's Yamato, he's always a little sour.

"I don't think it'd fit you," Yamato says. "Dry happy hour, bitter's off the table, but we can get you -- shit, ginger beer, probably? That's sort of like bitter. Gabumon, update the sign."

Gabumon gives a noise of delight and scribbles 'DRY' in huge, rough letters in one corner of the board.

[heatherandsteel]

"Or root beer or birch beer, they can be tasty too. Yamato needs it for when he's being a rock star but Bar might be able to give you a similar one,"

While Quentin is happy to balance him out since he's worn outfits like this before to court.

[auxin]

"Might fit Alik." Auxin says, with a shy grin. "I didn't know you were a rock star though."

He nods to Quentin. "I'll try root beer, thanks."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Is Alik your boyfriend?" Gabumon asks, settling his chin on the bartop.

"'Star' is a strong word," Yamato says. "Root beer, coming up."

[heatherandsteel]

"You can pull off those pants, clearly you're a star, Yamato. I'm Quentin, I don't think we've met,"

Clearly these two know each other but Quentin like connecting and he does fiddle a little with the shirt, its a bit more open than he normally wears.

[andinfluencepeople]

Chuck's giving Quentin a look that's somewhere between amused and completely disbelieving as he wanders up. "Do people actually dress like that in Canada?"

Yamato gets a brief, minimally-polite nod. Chuck doesn't know the guy; he's not going to step on his toes.

[heatherandsteel]

"Sometimes at least in the Faerie parts. Yamato, this loud Australian is Chuck,"

Quentin gives a really impressive eye roll in Chuck's direction.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Hey, loud Australian," Yamato says, grabbing a glass. "I'm Yamato, this is Gabumon."

"I'm helping!" Gabumon says happily.

"He's helping," Yamato echoes on instinct. "Want something? It's a dry happy hour, so no - I dunno, Fosters or anything like that, but we have root beer."

[andinfluencepeople]

Chuck rolls his eyes back at Quentin, before ducking his head to hide a smile at Gabumon's reply as he sits. "Yeah, fuck you too," Chuck says amiably enough to both of the guys. "Hi, Gabumon."

"I'll have a Coke, if you've got it."

[heatherandsteel]

"We do and a variety of tasty treats too," The cursing seems like a nice balance to Gabumon's cheeriness and Yamato's sourness.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Fuck you too," Yamato says, without any real force behind it, and picks up a glass, while Gabumon grabs a bottle of coke and comes wandering over, clutching it in both arms.

"You get a free cookie for the Canada joke," Yamato adds, gesturing at the plate of treats.

[andinfluencepeople]

This may be the first time anyone's ever, even indirectly, complimented Chuck's sense of humor.

He doesn't notice, distracted by Gabumon's careful bartending and the offer of a free cookie. "Hey, thanks," he says. "Most of the Japanese ones I know are Jaeger-based, so that wouldn't work anyway -- uh, assuming you're Japanese." He could be from some weird sci-fi world with Japanese names and Japanese-looking people and no actual Japan!

Chuck glances sideways at Quentin, suddenly wondering if they've even talked about Jaegers. They must've, right?

[heatherandsteel]

He sticks his tongue out at Yamato for the free cookie, it wasn't that good a joke and smiles at Gabubon. The way Chuck says Jaegers seems like something he should know but Quentin's can't remember what it means for Chuck,

"What's a Jaeger-based joke sound like?"

[ofcourage]

At first, Taichi brightens at the sight of Yamato behind the Bar as he settles on a stool. Thank God, he's back to norm--

Nope, this is even worse.

"Don't tell me, I missed a Knives of Ramen concert again?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Hi, Taichi!" Gabumon chirps happily.

Yamato points at the crossed out part of the sign and raises his eyebrows, in a 'how much do you want me to charge you for a single milkshake' gesture.

"No, I just lost a bet. Hey, Quentin, this is Taichi, he can't play guitar so he plays soccer instead. Taichi, this is Quentin."

[heatherandsteel]

"Your band's called Knives of Ramen? I like that, tasty and yet dangerous. Hello, I set the bet and won because I know more movie tropes,"

He's smug about that and glad to meet Taichi who seems to make Yamato super grumpy.

[ofcourage]

"Yes," Taichi answers with a grin before Yamato can respond. "They're definitely called Knives of Ramen.

"Hi, Quentin. I'm Taichi, an athlete so superior to Yamato that he had no choice but to play guitar instead of competing with me."

The maturity simply oozes out of them.

He also waves cheerily at Gabumon. "Can I get a cola?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Your team's win record might contest the idea that you're a superior athlete to anyone."

(He has no idea how often Taichi's team wins, literally the only thing he knows about soccer is that he needs to cheer when the ball is near Taichi's foot.)

"One cola coming up!" Gabumon says, and vanishes behind the Bar. He emerges a moment later with a two liter bottle, which he just rolls across the Bar towards Taichi.

Nobody specified anything about glasses, after all.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin tries not to grin too widely at Gabumon's helpfulness and instead gets three glasses, they can all have cola, "Its that bad?"

[ofcourage]

Taichi blinks at the bottle and picks it up before it rolls over the bar edge. Okay, maybe he should have specified... He sets it upright, but doesn't open it. He's wearing his school uniform -- he doesn't want soda all over it.

He smiles thankfully at Quentin, then shakes his head. "No way, we win all the time! Well ... most of the time. Sometimes."

(They'd win more if Daisuke Motomiya hadn't disappeared off the face of the Earth.)

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"They don't win all the time," Yamato loudly whispers to Quentin. "I don't want to say it's like watching a band of blind geese stumble around a field, but, you know ..."

(Yeah, that's weird, they should make sure to never mention Daisuke's existence ever at all ever.)