happy hour

[irish_vagabond]

When Cassidy comes down for his daily whiskey, this time he also receives a note on a napkin.

"If it's a bartender you want, luv, you might wanna consider someone else--"

Another note.

Cassidy sniffs, shrugs.

"Alright, then, if you say so."

If she's going to trust him with the inventory, well, that's a big vote of confidence. Besides, he has a huge tab to work off. He'll make the best of it.

HAPPY HOUR SPECIALS
Whiskey
Beer
Tequila, vodka shots

Simple, really.

One scruffy, tattooed secret vampire behind the bar, at your service.


[OOC: If your pup can sense supernatural 'otherness,' they may be able to sense that there's something off about Cassidy, but other than that he presents as human. And please, for now, no other vampire pups; I need to see what canon does with that first. Thank you!]

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[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal goes up to the bar, and orders a bottle of beer. Then he turns to Cassidy, and says:

"Hello, Cassidy. How have you been lately?"

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy is in the middle of lighting up a cigarette when Sahaal comes up to the bar.

"'Eeyyy, Sahaal, how're ya doin', mate," he says cheerfully through a cloud of smoke. "I'm alright, just hangin' about. What've you been up to?"

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal parks himself on a bar stool, and tries his best not to inhale too much of the cigarette smoke.

"About the same. I've spent the last week watching the entirety of Mad Men, that was fun."

[irish_vagabond]

"Binge watching, are ya? Y'know what you wanna binge watch some time: Game of Thrones. Trust me on this."

He gets himself his own beer because the Bar didn't say anything about not drinking while bartending.

"How'd you like Mad Men, then?"

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

"Yeah, I've heard good things about that series. What's it about?"

Sahaal takes a pull of his beer, and reaches over to grab a handful of pretzels from a bowl on the bar.

"Personally, I really enjoyed it. Great writing, complex characters and they smoked almost as much as you do. You'd love it."

[irish_vagabond]

"I watched while I was high, so I couldn't tell you the plot, but there's dragons an' giant wolves in it, an' also lots of nakedness, but really, it's riveting stuff."

He chuckles at his last comment. "I may smoke as much as a conference room full of ad executives, but you'll never catch me in a suit as sharp. I'll check it out, though."

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

"Yeah, I don't remember Twin Peaks for the same reason." Sevatar had given him a joint wrapped in something psychoactive, so he doesn't remember most of that week, either.

"Shame, you'd look hilarious in a high-priced suit. Certainly catch people off guard, as well."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's feeling more like himself since he's started traveling back towards the base.

When he finds Milliways on one of his stops, a little more tension leaves then he spots Cassidy and smiles, "I'll try a tequila and pour one for yourself. Enla bought it."

[irish_vagabond]

"Heyyy, awesome!" Cassidy cheers, and he raises his hand for a high-five.

Oh crap, does Cassian know what high-fives are? He hangs there a bit awkwardly.

[childofrebellion]

He gives Cassidy's hand an odd look before matching it, its not a gesture he's that familiar with but its easy enough,

"Yes, I was worried that she wouldn't."

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy sputters a laugh.

"No, you're supposed to slap my hand, it's called a high-five, a sort of-- celebratory-slash-congratulatory gesture on Earth. Let's try it one more time. Annnd, awesome!" He raises his hand again in hopes for slightly less awkwardness!

[childofrebellion]

Cassian slaps Cassidy's hands with a slightly confused laugh, "Yes and this round's on me."

[irish_vagabond]

"Yesss, good man, well done you," Cassidy chortles. It'll be more organic next time, totally.

"So what'd Enla say exactly?"

He sets out a salt shaker, two shot glasses, and two lime wedges on a napkin, before filling the glasses with tequila. Yes, there's a method to this.

[likeroaringlions]

"And what's the...tequila...then?"

Yeah he's given up on reading, even though he can sort of almost see why Jim thought he should try Maurice; it's tucked carelessly under his elbow. Moving on to Serious Drinks time.

[irish_vagabond]

"Only a party in your mouth," Cassidy replies cheerfully. "Wanna try a shot?"

[likeroaringlions]

"A party in..."

what

"...aye, alright, bring it on."

[irish_vagabond]

"Good man," he says as he sets everything up on the counter.

A salt shaker, two empty shot glasses, two lime wedges on a napkin, and the bottle of tequila. He fills the glasses with the liquor.

"Right, so, here we are, the proper way to down a shot of tequila. You got your salt, an' your limes. The salt lessens the burn, the lime enhances the flavor. --Still with me?"

There is obviously a method to this, padawan.

[likeroaringlions]

Hey, he is Here To Learn. He puts down poor battered Maurice and nods firmly. "I'm with you."

[irish_vagabond]

"Okay, now do what I do. Lick the back of your hand--" Cassidy gives the back of his hand a swipe of his tongue. "Sprinkle some salt on it." He does so. "Then, in order, you lick that off, take the shot, an' suck on the lime. Just suck it, don't like, eat it or whatever. Got it? Ready?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric comes over, head cocked to admire Cassidy's tattoos. "Good evening."

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy, whose arms look as if they'd been scribbled on like a men's room wall, is in the midst of lighting up another cigarette when Sinric shows up.

"Oh, hey, how'are ya?" he greets him cheerfully. "Uhh, Sinric, right?"

[thewidewideworld]

Still, they interest Sinric. "Yes, indeed. And I'm well. How are you settling in, Cassidy?"

[irish_vagabond]

True, it's hard not to stare at them when there's a lot to look at. He doesn't mind.

"Cool. Been alright, not a big deal. Well. Inasmuch that we're at the end of the universe at a magic bar, but really, I'm okay with that. Can I get you somethin' to drink?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles warmly. "Other than beer, I'm afraid I don't recognise any of the drinks on the menu. What do you recommend?"

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy sizes him up and figures it wouldn't take very much to get Sinric drunk. Or sick. But you never know.

"Well, how's your tolerance? Whiskey, tequila, an' vodka are all pretty strong, with a strong burn, too."