Bartending

[imthepilot]

Bodhi spent all night getting ready for his first bar shift and he's a little nervous. Not just with drinks but with food too. He takes his time to write it all up, thankfully the Bar translates from Aurebesh.

Drinks	Snacks	Deserts
Riosan mead. KyLessian Fruit Distillates - (Alcoholic and non- alcoholic) Alderaan beer. Juma Juice. Tatooine Sunburn - (Not recommended for humans) Bantha-blood fizz.	Fried pod-poppers. Hot 'n' spicy or salt 'n' sour warra nuts. Stuffed chando peppers. Pickled rikknit eggs. Cheese plate - Neonan red, Jerba, Gonzo yellow. B'omarr-style pickles.	Desert Delight. Breaded white apple. White seed-cake. Sweet-sand cookies. Wintenberry jelly and cream.

He leans on the bar, waiting for someone to order a drink or something to eat.


[Tinytag: Bodhi]
(ooc: open all weekend)

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[galen_erso]

Galen comes in from the outside where he had been working with Teja and Jay's droids, designing and prototyping larger scale irrigation that uses low tech with a few elements of stealth hi-tech.

But he had to come in and see everything at the start of Bodhi's shift!

[imthepilot]

Bodhi greets him with a smile and gestures at the menu. "Hungry? You can be my first customer."

[galen_erso]

"Fried pod-poopers, and an Alderaan beer," Galen says. "That sounds so nicely ordinary. For people here it's of course completely exotic."

[imthepilot]

"I tried to make up a menu you might find in any cantina. Just ordinary food. But then I got a bit carried away on the deserts."

He pours the beer into a chilled glass and serves up a bowl of the starchy little poppers, dusted lightly with salt.

[galen_erso]

"Yes, the desserts are a bit less desert cantina," Galen says, popping a few poppers into his mouth, then washing them down with beer. "I feel so normal."

[imthepilot]

"Normal is what we need." Bodhi shrugs. "What I need anyway."

He gestures to the napkin sitting on the counter. "The Bar said I could do this as often as I liked. I thought maybe once a month, so I have time to plan menus and cook. As it was I didn't have time to make the pickles and the eggs from scratch."

[galen_erso]

"I like this normal," Galen says, taking another swig of beer. "Normal is part of anybody living together. A constant life of excitement and high drama only leads to early cardiac disease."

Pause.

"Not that I think we need to worry about that one much any more, but you know what I mean to say."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee has spent most of his day in his room practicing mixing on the DJ laptop. It's easy to get swept up in it and lose track of time, forgetting to feed oneself. So when he takes a break and wanders downstairs, he finds Bodhi behind the bar. It's a pleasant surprise.

"Well, well, fancy seeing you here, darling," he greets him with a warm smile. "That's quite the menu you have up there."

[imthepilot]

"I took your advice and talked to the Bar. She suggested doing something like this about once a month, to give me something to work on." He smiles shyly. "I guess I got a little carried away. Would you like something?"

[i_am_your_host]

"Good for you, I'm glad you could arrange something," he says as he settles on a stool, evidently preparing to stay awhile.

"I might be inclined to say one of everything as I have never heard of anything on the menu, and I always mean to try something at least once."

[imthepilot]

"I can do that." He grabs a couple of plates and starts dishing up.

The finely sliced pickle, egg, cheeses and some cracker-like biscuits go on one plate, with a couple of little bowls of the spice-coated nuts on the side. "This is the sort of snack food you'd find in almost any cantina in the mid or outer rim. Space-port food."

On the other plate he sets up the hot food - poppers are about a centimetre thick concave pods that fry up a lot like potato but are light green in colour and taste more like sweet potato. The baked peppers ooze with cheese and bread stuffing, the outer skin peeling off easily to show the dark purple colouring of the vegetables flesh.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, my," he says, marveling at the unfamiliar but delicious looking spread before him. "Thank you, this is just what I was in the mood for." Finger foods tend to be Emcee's preference.

"I think I'll try the mead, too, if you'll be so kind? I wonder how it compares to the mead from Earth."

[imthepilot]

"I'd be glad of any feedback. For next time."

He pours a cup of the mead. "I've never had Earth mead. This is from Riosa. The Riosan cloth dyers use to trade it with my grandmother for sand ginger."

[onceaviking]

Eric has returned from his brief visit to Fangtasia and it has left with him a lot to ponder.

He still drifts closer, his eyes caught by the mention of blood on the board.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi looks up and tries to smile, looking a little nervous. This is his first time bar-tending. "Can I get you something?"

[onceaviking]

"Maybe? I mean - is that real blood? Or made with it? Or -?" Pointing to the board.

[imthepilot]

"A little bit, yes. At least the original recipe. But I can make it without blood, if you'd prefer?"

[onceaviking]

Eric quickly shakes his head.
"No. It's actually better if you can make it with more blood? Like, maybe, just blood?"

[imthepilot]

"Just blood?" He frowns, shaking his head. "Bantha blood or-?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Oh hey, Bodhi!"

It's Andrew, beaming impartially at the temporary bartender and at the Specials board.

[imthepilot]

"Hello Andrew." Bodhi beams in return. "It's good to see you." Bodhi looks a lot healthier than he was, confident and warm. "How are you?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Pretty all right," he says, hoisting himself up onto a barstool with a slight grunt.
"How about you? You look good."

[imthepilot]

The grunt makes Bodhi frown, worried that Andrew might be hurt but the question makes him smile. "I'm well. I'm getting better. Galen's here. You were right, he did come."

[stilljustandrew]

"-- Really?" His whole face lights up. "It's really him this time? Oh, that's so great!"

[imthepilot]

"It's really him. I checked." There are scars he can't mistake, even if he hadn't seen Hannibal at the same time. "We've been given rooms together." It's strange to thing they're living together.