Happy hour

[runningred]

Jay rocks up to the bar and is presented with a cupcake with a candle and a napkin.

“No, I didn’t forget. I was ignoring it. I don’t do birthdays” He grumbles, pinching the candle out.

A moment later, it’s replaced with a much larger cake and another napkin.

“Seriously!” He pulls the figurines off and tosses them (the Joker figure going straight in the fire).

Seeing no alternative, he grabs the specials board and starts writing, pouring himself a bourbon as he does.

Happy Hour
Come up with a name and I’ll invent a cocktail or mocktail to suit.
Also, cake.


Happy hour is on. Also, there might be a large knife hanging out of the cake.

Comments

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin's stretching as he comes into the Bar, he has sword practice later and spots the cake with a grin, "That cake is beautiful. Is it Gotham and what flavor is it?"

[runningred]

"As close as you get to the Gotham skyline with fondant." Jay shrugs. "No idea. I haven't tried it yet. Want some?"

[heatherandsteel]

"You should have the first slice since its your birthday."

[runningred]

"It was my birthday a month ago. I've been avoiding it." He cuts a chunk of cake off with a knife that looks like it's designed for something else. "Huh. Black forest. There you go." He puts some on a plate for Quentin.

[heatherandsteel]

"Its a good flavor. Do you like it?" He asks in between bites, "Oh and for drinks, what would a sea witch taste like?"

[runningred]

He cuts himself a small slice. "Yeah, it's not bad. Not too sweet which is good."

He runs his fingers over the bottles and starts mixing. "Do you prefer creamy or fruity?"

[heatherandsteel]

"Fruity, I think, but with a bite. If its a good drink, I might share it. She likes new flavors."

[onceaviking]

When it's gotten rather late, Eric shows up. Straight from work, black dressed, and pale.

He walks over and leans on the counter, ignoring what's left of the cake.

[runningred]

"Evening, Eric." Jay gives him a little nod, toying with a lime and a very sharp knife. "How are things at Fangtasia?"

[onceaviking]

Eric shrugs.

"Business as usual. We're down a dancer though, so we will have audition soon."

[runningred]

"Do I want to ask what happened to them?" He asks, pulling a bottle of blood from one of the fridges and gesturing with it to see if Eric wants some.

[onceaviking]

Eric nods at the bottle.

"Just the usual. She had a bad attitude, so we had to let her go."

Or you know, she got furious when Eric didn't include her in his will and embezzled him.
So now she won't work anywhere in the States again.
Ever.

[runningred]

Jay nods and heats it up to the right temp before offering it to Eric. "I guess that must happen a lot. If bars didn't have such high turn over, it'd be harder to find transient work."

[just_cant_lose]

Sixteen-year-old Jim Moriarty has no idea about any animosity with Jay and his older self. He does know he likes cake! And also likes when there's a bartender working, because it means he can get alcohol without having to stay upstairs.

'Hello.'

He slides onto a stool, twirling a small screwdriver between his fingers, a sharp - but friendly enough - smile on his face.

'Any name at all?'

[runningred]

"Hey." Jay doesn't recognise him yet either but happily serves him up a slice of very good black forest cake. "That's the game."

[just_cant_lose]

He looks much like his older self, but moves differently - a small ball of pent-up energy, that can't stop fiddling with things - and he sounds very Irish, which he never has with Jay before.

Cake!

'Thanks. And happy birthday.'

Beat.

'I'd like a Dying Detective then..'

[runningred]

Seeing the similarities, Jay keeps his expressing slightly guarded, playing the mechanic cum barman persona. "Thanks but my birthday was a couple of weeks ago. The bar's trying to make a point about it." He reaches over and flicks the Batman figure laying on the counter.

"Dying Detective? Interesting choice." His hand sweeps over the bottles as his mind ticks through ideas. "Is there a story behind it?"

He pulls out a wide bottomed tumbler and starts layering different spirits with an impressive understanding of specific gravities. No colours yet but monochromatic tones of grey and clear, working in cloudy swirls.

[just_cant_lose]

His eyes follow the swirls, fascinated by the interplay of movement and weight, twirling his fork in his cake so that it falls into a mess of sticky crumbs, not eating any of it.

'Yes. There's a story behind everything.'

But he's more interested in the Batman figure, and takes it up to look at it.

'What's this one about?'

[runningred]

It's a pity. It's good cake.

Jay grabs a bottle of something slightly yellow and pours it down the edge of a knife, colouring the layers with a slanting beam.

"I grew up in Gotham." He answers without looking up from the glass. "Her idea of a joke."

He finally adds a drop of grenadine, a splash of vivid red on what suggestively like a foggy street under sodium yellow street lights. "Can't promise it'll taste as good as it looks." He shrugs and careful moves the glass towards Jim.

[feminine_menace]

[OOC: Placeholder! I can tag into this after we finish with the other thread between Jay and YT. If I try doing both at once it's gonna get confusing.]

[runningred]

{ooc: works for me.}

[planerwayfarer]

A woman walks up with all her curves in the right place...

A woman walks up, commanding in presence and beautiful in the way that would earn an instant modeling career. She reads the board and says, "A challenge eh? OK, how about a 'matricide'?"

[runningred]

"Matricide." Jay frowns, giving her a covert look up and down. "Sure, why not. What your preference - strongly alcoholic, fruity, creamy?"

[planerwayfarer]

Catching his reaction, she shrugs and takes a seat. "Sounds better than 'Get the bitch to stop trying to kill me so I can life my life the way I want'." Funny how dealing with a few trans-dimensional assassins can put you in a mood.

"Strongly alcoholic. In fact, I'm not human, so feel free to work with the Atlantian if you'd like."

[runningred]

"Ah, yes." Jay grins understandingly. "That I understand utterly."

He picks up a bottle of Atlantian and twirls it over in his hand, letting the liquid sparkle. "I've never tasted it, being a squishy human, so I'm only guessing what it mixes well with."

He starts pouring a strong, tart mix of flavours.