Happy Hour

[vorpatril]

Ivan wanted a break which wasn't possible now that he was running the Embassy and Miles was searching for Galeni. Miles would figure something out, but he didn't know how to stop. When Milliways met him at their shared door, he smiled and started to loosen the high collar of his green uniform.

At the counter, he received a napkin and sighed then said, "I will, a chance to talk about something new." With a little searching, he found the cocktails book and spent an enjoyable time picking drinks with names that he was happy Miles would never see.

Specials
Hyper Green Fairy
Night Skies Over London
Spicy Admiral
What's making your life hectic tonight? Share and you might get a discount.

Then he pours himself a glass of very nice wine and looks around to see who's in Milliways.

(OOC: Another elf free space but one to complain in them about. Ivan's from about the middle of Brothers in Arms. Open until it scrolls or another Happy Hour post goes up and I'll be around late tonight.)</s

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[anewhero]

Marcus walked in, rather slowly. He looked up at Ivan, the bartender tonight and nodded at him. But became a little more relaxed once he saw a man who seemed like a solider.

Marcus placed his hands on the bar area lightly... "I see you are used to war, are you not? That shirt looks ... strikingly familiar. It's used by the remaining military in the future earth, I mean.. what's left of the human population since.. Skynet.. it'-

He didn't want the soldier to know.

[vorpatril]

Ivan automatically straightens at how the man addresses him and he looks Marcus over,

"Skynet, I'm afraid I don't know that name. I serve in the Imperial Barrayaran Service though I am stationed at our embassy on Earth. What can I get you? There are some potent drinks back here."

[anewhero]

Marcus had to let the soldier know. "In my future earth, Skynet destroys 3,000,000,000,000 lives by controlling all the missiles and destroying almost everything causing a nasty nuclear winter."

"A sentient AI computer system did this."

But anyways..

"The Imperial Barrayaran Services? Don't know them, but perhaps the man who I'm friends with would like to know your name sometime."

"There's.. no need to be so formal around me. We aren't in my world or your world.."

[vorpatril]

Ivan takes a long sip of his wine, that's a horrible way to die,

"An AI, that's horrible. No, I think our worlds are very different. Barrayar is a planet in the Hegen Hub and controls Komarr and Sergyar. I'm Lieutenant Ivan Vorpatril. Do you fight against this AI? Your drink's on me if you'll tell me what you'd like."

[anewhero]

"It's a hard way to live a life, i can tell you what."

"Oh, i see. I just hope your situations a little better than mine. My name? It's Marcus Wright..

"Yes I fight against this AI by a man named John Connor, his future self. I'll have a spicy admiral, actually."

[vorpatril]

"Yes, it is. We're at peace at the moment. I mean my captain is currently missing but no civil wars or occupations happening. Embassies tend to be fairly safe posts," At least his was before Miles arrived but no one's dead yet. He nods to Marcus before turning to make the drink.

"Let me know how that is. I chose it for the name."

[i_ship_it]

Dodger's been skulking about the bar, trying to find out everything she can about this place. It's still so strange, and reconciling any of it with what she knows about how the world works has been an absolute roller coaster ride.

She has her ever-present baseball bat with her as she takes a seat at the bar, trying to pretend that this is the most natural thing in the world for her to be doing (it so isn't).

"So. Everyone around here is like, really nice," she says with a sort of wide-eyed skepticism.

[vorpatril]

Ivan eyes the bat but she doesn't look like she's going to use it against him,

"Yes, I mean I've argued with people but everyone just wants a drink sometimes."

[i_ship_it]

"You're not, like, super nice too, are you?" Dodger asks.

She eyes the specials board, but has no idea what any of it means.

[vorpatril]

"Not usually. I'm polite and seen as pleasant company but not super nice," He has no idea what you would have to do to get to that description.

[i_ship_it]

"Hmm."

Dodger doesn't believe him. He has not, for instance, tried to attack her or steal any of her things so far. That at least puts him in the 'unusually nice' category.

With another look to the specials board, she decides what she wants.

"You got any chocolate milkshakes back there?" she asks.

The endless stream of junk food this place has to offer is quickly becoming the best part about it.

[vorpatril]

"I think so. Let me ask the rats," Ivan can't remember the last time he ever had a milkshake and he goes to the kitchen where a rat sighs and starts making one. Soon Ivan returns with a large milkshake, "Here you go."

[i_ship_it]

"See, you are super nice," Dodger says, taking the milkshake with a poorly-hidden grin. She takes a sip from it, slowly re-learning how to savour food, instead of inhaling it before someone else takes it away.

"What's the deal with that, anyway?"

[vorpatril]

"Lieutenant Ivan Vorpatril, If I didn't behave myself Maman would find out and be disappointed at me. Also lots and lots of training, I'm currently stationed at an embassy, it keeps me on my toes. What makes everyone around you not nice?"

Politics is full of cruelty but always with a polite and nice sheen on it.

[i_ship_it]

"Usually the way they want to beat you up and take all your stuff," Dodger says casually, before another sip of her milkshake. There's a bright red cherry on top of the massive pile of whipped cream, but she's resisting it. It's almost a game to see how long she can hold out before eating it.

"But like, everyone here. Everyone's all helpful and nice, and it's weird."

[vorpatril]

"Why? The economy's that bad where you're from? I'm sure if you asked, people would be rude to you."

[i_ship_it]

"Economy and then some. It's all gone to crap," Dodger says.

His remark does make her laugh, though.

"It's just weird. I haven't left this place in like, two weeks. At this point, I'm just trying to see how long until someone kicks me out."

[vorpatril]

"I've never seen anyone kicked out and I kind of think the counter likes people being happy."

[i_ship_it]

"Never?"

She feels like she's found some sort of strange hippie love commune or something. Or maybe her perspective has become extremely skewed over time.

"This place is so weird. I totally get a discount, right? Because this is all kind of hectic to me."

[vorpatril]

"I've seen people put in the cells here but not tossed out the door. It really is, the politeness doesn't have the same edge that I'm used to either. Of course you do."

[i_ship_it]

"This place has cells? Like a dungeon?" Dodger asks.

Creepy. Or kinky. She's not sure which.

[vorpatril]

"I don't think they're dungeon like, but I've never been in them," He tries to avoid getting arrested if he can.

[i_ship_it]

"Not even to go see what's down there?" Dodger asks.

She is, of course, assuming the cells are somewhere resembling down. Because that's where one usually finds cells, in her experience.

[vorpatril]

"I think its over there not down," Ivan gestures towards the infirmary and Security office.

[i_ship_it]

Dodger looks, not sure if she should be disappointed or not. Because that's another thing about this place. It's weird and almost magical, but at the same time, it's almost mundane.

"So, there's like, police here?"

She loses the game of patience and snags the cherry from the mountain of whipped cream and pops it into her mouth. The only thing better than fresh fruit right now is overly-sweetend preserved fruit.