Marcus's brand of Happy Hour

[anewhero]

 Marcus walked in the bar area and he was wearing his signature black leather coat, with a few yellow stripes on it and began to write the daily specials of the night.

I'm a cyborg terminator,

so tonight's special is tastes of War, machines and the Human Resistance. 

For all you folks who like beer:

A wide selection of bitter IPAs
Spicy beers
Lucifer 
and more

Marcus rolls his fingers around a empty beer glass as he bends along the side. "Hope this bartending shift isn't as boring it's made out to be."

And for your wine

We got some dessert wines
and some super dry wines

Comments

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Huh."

The young woman looking up at the specials sign is maybe five foot two inches tall, tops, with steel-grey hair and a good many more facial scars than her icon makes her out to have. She's wearing a dark green military uniform with a gears-and-wings-and-sword emblem stitched over one breast pocket, and the number 101 stitched over the other.

"I don't think I've heard of this Lucifer beer, that sounds interesting," she finally says. "Um- don't take this the wrong way, but are you from a place called the Institute, by any chance?"

[anewhero]

The terminator looks up and blinks "The Institute?". Nope... I've never heard of it...

Military person, i see? I know a few men and woman like that from my world.

Marcus looked up and lifted the bottle of Lucifer up "Actually, quite interesting drink. When you open the bottle of beer, smoke comes out of itand it tastes quite a bit spicy on the tongue.

"These folks are from Tech-com/Human Resistance in my world. Heard of John Connor?

Want this beer tonight?

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Just checking. I didn't think I'd run into an Institute synth here, but you never know," Ellen says. "You're probably as close as I've gotten to meeting one..."

She frowns thoughtfully for a moment, then nods. "I'll try it, although I can't guarantee I'll like it. I grew up with mostly government surplus beer and it doesn't really prepare you for the interesting kind."

(Or, for that matter, for anything actually good; the beer in Vault 101 was the victim of two hundred years of skunking.)

"John- actually, yes, I think I have," she then says. And pauses. "Oh dear. That's... probably not a good sign, is it."



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[anewhero]

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Marcus nodded "Glad your first meeting with a terminator is a good one."

"It's a long story... I can't..drink.."

No... No.. It's a complicated situation... I actually know the future adult John Connor that is. I helped him survive.

[vyvyan]

Vyvyan is... not very good at reading. So he follows the sign with one finger.

"What's... Luckyfur?" he asks after a moment.

[cottoncandypink]

Well fuck.

Wilford hasn't seen Vyvyan around lately. It's been such a blessing, he hadn't even realised Vyvyan's absence until right now.

"You stay the hell away from me," he grumbles, not even looking at Vyvyan. He's pretty sure he doesn't have to.

[vyvyan]

Vyv looks over at him.

"I was here first, you big bottom burp!" he says. "And I've had a shower, so piss off!"

[cottoncandypink]

"What does that have to do with you leaving me alone?" Wilford says.

He does not care about Vyvyan's personal hygiene. He doesn't want Vyvyan near him either way.

[vyvyan]

"It means." Vyvyan says. "That I'm not moving, because you came over to me."

[cottoncandypink]

There's a bowl of mixed nuts nearby, and Wilford picks it up, only to pour it out in a rough but messy line as close as he dares to get to Vyvyan.

"That's your side. Stay on it."

[vyvyan]

Vyvyan stares at the line, then starts laughing.

"What are you, five?" he asks, scooping up nuts and eating them.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford still has the bowl. Right up until he throws it roughly in Vyvyan's general direction.

Not enough to hurt. But it's not a gentle throw, either.

[vyvyan]

Vyv would normally catch something like that easy. Except he's not scene changed for a couple days, and he's stuffing his face, so his reflexes are just a little bit slower. So the bowl hits him in the face, he loses balance, and falls backwards off the barstool.

So it's a food fight this guy wants, is it?

He stands up, gets his pint, and with much quicker movement, throws it over Wilford.

"You started it. Now piss off!"

[i_ship_it]

Vyvyan misses his target, and hits a woman holding a baseball bat nearby. Dodger yells loudly at the shock of suddenly being covered in beer.

"What was that for!?"

[vyvyan]

"Oh, sorry mate, that bloke just assaulted me." Vyv says, asking Bar for a towel and chucking it over Wilf to the girl with the bat.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford looks over at the mess Vyvyan's created.

This woman looks pissed, but she also looks like she puts up one hell of a fight, so Wilford takes this opporunity to disappear. Or at least, grab his drink and move down the bar.

"Good luck with this one," he mutters to Dodger as he passes her.

[i_ship_it]

Dodger still doesn't actually understand why someone threw a beer at her.

"Thanks?" she says as she tries to dry herself off, not really sure about anything at the moment. She's not even sure who she's thanking, really. Everything happened so fast.

[vyvyan]

Vyvyan jumps once up into the air and says 'Boing!'.

He disappears, with a loud 'boing' noise, and appears right in front of Wilford as he makes his escape.

"Listen floss-face, we had a deal, you were going to leave me alone, I was going to leave you alone. I kept my end of the bargain. If you want a food fight, we'll have one, but you don't throw stuff at me and then run off like a coward."

[cottoncandypink]

"And this is me going away," Wilford says, side-stepping around Vyvyan.

He told Vyvyan to leave him alone. Vyvyan didn't have to respond.

[vyvyan]

"How about you apologise or I go report you to Security for that unprovoked assault." Vyv snarls.

He has no desire to go telling tales to Security, but if Wilf is going to start walking all over him, he's going to have to go back to his usual methods of psychology and extreme violence, and it's the only thing he can think of that will piss Wilford off as much as him.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford is not easily intiminated. Put off, disgusted, and weirded out, sure.

"And how about I tell them about you assaulting that poor girl back there," Wilford says, crooking his thumb back at Dodger, where she's still trying to dry herself off in complete confusion over what just happened.

"She looks pretty banged up. You sure you didn't do that?"

[vyvyan]

"Yeah. Or maybe you did it." Vyvyan says, only just missing a beat. "You're the one with form."

He picks his nose and flicks a bogey just to the side of Wilford, then walks back to the girl.

"Sorry about that, he's got a complex because he's got a tiny dick and it's stuck to his face. Buy you a drink?"

[cottoncandypink]

Whatever. Wilford's done with this. Vyvyan is annoying, and Wilford came here to relax. Not get caught up in this bullshit again.

[i_ship_it]

Dodger has been watching this whole thing playout with wary caution. When Vyvyan comes back, she takes a small step away from him to put some distance between them.

"Okayyy," she says slowly. "...Wait, what?"

[vyvyan]

Vyv doesn't come too close. She has a bat, after all. He just sits back where he was.

"He came up and started hassling me." he says. "And I only just got out the cells so I can't hit him with a chair."

But messing with a superpowered Vyv is not wise. He might not be able to think of a response on his feet, but he'll definitely come up with some for if Wilford comes hassling him again.

[i_ship_it]

"Okay," Dodger says again.

This place is so weird, and she's sticky, and everyone's scarily friendly and ready to just tell you everything. She's still not sure she isn't dreaming it all.

Except she probably isn't, because some of those cuts and scrapes that line her body are still open, and the beer stings. But Dodger pretends it doesn't, because she doesnt't want anybody thinking she might be weak, and easy prey.

"Why not just hit him and run?"

[vyvyan]

"Don't want to go in the cells again."

He looks at the nervous, sticky girl.

"There's showers here, in the infirmary, if you need."

[i_ship_it]

"Showers?" Dodger asks.

She cannot remember the last time she had a shower. Actually, she can't even really remember the last time she tried to properly bathe, since getting caught naked in a cold stream isn't fun.

"You're joking, right?"

Who still has running water?

[vyvyan]

"No no, I won't like watch or anything." Vyvyan says. "I'd just show you where they were."

[i_ship_it]

"No, I mean. There are showers here?"

Let's get that out of the way first.

[anewhero]

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[cottoncandypink]

Wilford looks like he's trying to dress like someone's grandfather, with his wide suspenders and bowtie. Which is pink. The same shade of pink as his moustache, in fact.

He doesn't want beer. Or wine. His moustache twitches as he reads the board, displeased with what he sees on it tonight.

"Don't you have any liquor?" he asks.

[anewhero]

Marcus eyed Wilford with the mustache and bent on the bar "What's up are suggestions.. What are you looking for, exactly?"

[cottoncandypink]

"You got any whiskey back there?" Wilford asks.

He ignores the way Marcus is looking at his moustache. For now.

[anewhero]

Marcus shrugs "I'll check, but no guarantees. "

[cottoncandypink]

What kind of place doesn't have whiskey? Wilford isn't too sure about this fellow; he's not much of a bartender, at any rate.

"There's a bottle of Jack Daniel's right there," he says, noticing the black label on the shelf. "Just give me that with some Coke."

[buh_bye]

"A beer please," says Death who was suddenly sitting on a stool at the Bar.

[anewhero]

Marcus eyed the stranger again that he noticed last night and blinked "Hello. One beer coming up. Hope you don't mind trying a spicy beer called Lucifer."

[buh_bye]

"That is fine," says Death softly, "And he'd probably find that amusing."

[anewhero]

... Wait, you know the evil big cheese himself?

*eyes him suspiciously*

Just WHO are you?

[buh_bye]

Death smiles a quietly his hands folded on the top of the bar. There might be a stray black feather in his hair.