late night happy hour

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee can't sleep, and he isn't content to sit still all night, so he volunteers to tend bar. But just before the Bar takes a nap, Emcee requests from her a tablet and a small speaker so he can listen to music during the shift.

Insomniac's Happy Hour Specials
Nightmare
Sleeping Beauty
Bartender's Wet Dream
German Wake-Up Call

With the specials board done up and a music app on the tablet playing Matisyahu's "One Day", Emcee searches for maps on the internet and takes down notes on his notepad while waiting for thirsty customers.

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[childofrebellion]

Cassian's at the counter, almost asleep over his datapad when he hears the music and looks up to see Emcee, "That's beautiful."

As he keeps listening to the music, he closes his eyes for a moment, he wonders if he'll ever see that day in his galaxy.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is bobbing his head slightly to the music as he scribbles something on his notepad, when he glances up at Cassian and smiles.

"It is, isn't it?" he agrees. The song is a heartfelt, universal message of peace. With a good beat.

"You look as if you could use a drink. Or a nap."

[childofrebellion]

He rubs his neck with a little smile,

"I'll start with the drink. I've been working on trying to make sense of something that could be good news or bring more trouble. What do you recommend and what are you working on?"

From the angle he's at, he can't see what Emcee's writing but the pad makes him curious, it looks like there's paper on it.

[i_am_your_host]

"I haven't actually tasted any of these drinks," he says, as he pulls out the massive cocktail recipe book from under the bar, "but the Nightmare has gin in it, which is my favorite. I could try one with you if you like. As for what I'm working on? Well...I suppose something quite like what you're working on, if vague descriptions are anything to go by."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's smile grows a little as he does a quick scan of the Bar, he trusts Emcee but Milliways is very open,

"That sounds like a good idea. There's holovid of someone who might change the fight for the better."

[onceaviking]

The door opens and Eric walks through.
He looks - sleep rumpled.
Warm.

This is an illusion of hour. But he did just wake up and he is a little bleary-eyed.

And bare-foot.
And wearing soft, worn jersey shorts.

[i_am_your_host]

oh no

adorable sleep-rumpled vampire, bane of Emcee's existence

"Eric," he breathes out in an exhalation of surprise. It's been a long while since he's seen him.

[onceaviking]

He looks up.
Vampire hearing and all that.

Still wide-eyed and child-like.

"... hi?"

Because maybe Emcee rather wouldn't talk with him?

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee can't help the emotions that pull him in different directions.

On the one hand, he's relieved to see him again, still alive, though he has no idea what's happened since the last time they spoke at Jay's party.

And on the other hand, he's...disappointed. Disappointed that the old Eric hasn't returned.

But he still really wants to jump over the bar and jump on him.

"Hallo, darling, how are you?" he gushes, leaning forward on the bar. "How have you been?"

[iprotectyou]

"You are ridiculous, I've always thought so," Baze informs Chirrut cheerfully, as they both enter from the Staff Hallway, staves slung over their shoulders and sweat beading on their brows.

Baze spots Emcee at the bar, and lights up with a beaming grin.

"Emcee! Just the man we wanted to see! May the Force of others be with you!"

[idontneedluck]

"Another night bartending? Do you have any recommendations this time?" Chirrut asks cheerfully, side-stepping to avoid Baze's friendly shove when he adds: "Something not quite as potent as Baze's moonshine? I'm pretty sure I couldn't take it."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee looks up from his notes at the Guardians' approach, smiling at Baze's greeting.

"Good evening, gentlemen! Yes, bartending again. I have nothing better to do when I can't sleep and nobody is sharing my bed," he laments dramatically. "Recommendations? I always recommend gin. Always, all the time, in copious amounts. But as for tonight's specials, you can choose which one sounds the most appealing: Nightmare, Sleeping Beauty, Bartender's Wet Dream, or German Wake-Up Call."

[iprotectyou]

Baze laughs, nudging Chirrut. Don't like his moonshine, eh? He sees how it is. Hmph! He leans his staff against the bar, scratching his beard.

"Those all sound fun. Do any of them have gin in them?"

[herr_bookman]

Autor approaches from his door, which opens to somewhere where the sun is shining and the heat bakes the sidewalk. He smiles a little when he sees Emcee, and heads on over to the bar. "Hallo, Emcee. Bartending again? Oh, but you've suffered insomnia? I'm so sorry."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee glances up from his tablet, as he's learning how to zoom in on detailed maps. And he smiles at Autor, just catching a glimpse of the sunlight before his door closes.

"Autor, darling, how are you?" he beams at him. "Oh, it's nothing, really. When I don't have parties to go to and nobody is in my bed, I tend to get restless at night. Where exactly are you coming in from?"

[herr_bookman]

"Wilford's world," Autor says, taking a seat at the bar and setting a anatomy text that was previously tucked under his arm down. "I'm cooking for his dog and cleaning and doing the shopping, and he's paying me $1000 per week. In his money."

[i_am_your_host]

"So you did decide on that job after all," he says, his eyebrows raised. "Well, I hope it's working out for you, darling, I really do. Presumably he's a good employer and his dog isn't giving you much trouble?"

[fry_sandhu]

Fry approaches the bar, with Gil, who is dressed as a sheep*.

"Gil wants to know what holiday you celebrate." Fry says, helping the little boy up to a barstool and then sitting on one himself.

[*He wanted to be an angel, but he struggled with the lines]

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee didn't expect children during the wee hours of the night, but he remembers that it's not nighttime everywhere outside the door.

"Well, good evening, my lads. I celebrate whatever you celebrate," he replies with an agreeable smile. "That is, I personally don't celebrate any one holiday in particular. Unless it's New Year's Eve. That one, I celebrate, very vigorously."

[fry_sandhu]

"Oh, well he's made you a card." Fry says. "It's not very clear what holiday he meant it to be anyway."

Gil presents the card, which has a lot of purple glitter glue on it.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh!" Emcee chuckles in surprise as he accepts Gil's card. "Oh, my goodness. Thank you so much, darling, it's beautiful. And a merry purple glitterday to you, too."

[runningred]

"Hey you." Jay comes up in search of coffee. "You okay?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is poking around with aerial maps on the tablet, fascinate& by how far he can zoom in and out, when Jay comes to say hello.

"Jay, darling," Emcee greets him, looking up with a smile. He sets the tablet aside and leans over the counter to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm fine now, but I'm glad to see you. Do you want something to drink?"

[runningred]

Jay leans into the kiss, resting a hand on Emcee's hip. "Then I'm glad I came up to the bar. A drink would be great." His eyes rake the board. "Pick something for me?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's lips curl in a sly smile.

"Bartender's Wet Dream, I think," he says, before turning to gather the ingredients, including notably a can of whipped cream. As he mixes the liqueurs, he goes on, "I have several things to discuss with you, too, all of them of utmost importance, so I can't decide which one to start with."