Bartending

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve Rogers is behind the bar tonight, doodling in his sketchbook between customers.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Martini
Old fashioned
Long Island iced tea

NON-ALCOHOLIC
Iced tea
Flavored sodas

[ooc: Slowtime in effect as of 10:00 p.m. mst. Thanks!]

[tiny tags: alec lightwood, franklin richards]

Comments

[adamantiumloner]

"Old fashioned, huh?" the short stocky man who takes a seat at the counter notes as he reads over the specials board. "S'been awhile since I've had one of them."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I wanted to highlight bourbon," Steve replies as he gets a low tumbler and a sugar cube.

[adamantiumloner]

"Seems like y'could've just offered bourbon," he points out, though that's no complaint. He's getting booze, and variety every once in awhile isn't such a bad thing.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"People may also request plain bourbon," Steve says, grinning, and adds the bitters and water. "But what's the fun in that? And you don't get a cherry in the end."

[adamantiumloner]

"Fair enough," Logan snorts with a brief, amused smirk.

[strongest_faith]

Alec is in full gear when he comes into the bar tonight. He's left his coat somewhere, but his bow and quiver are still strapped to his back. What's visible of his arms (and a little up his neck) is covered in black runes or the faint, white-silver scars of runes that have since faded. When he left New York, he had a glamour rune, but Bar likes to strip it from him when he comes in sometimes, so he hasn't yet realized that people can actually see him.

Which is mostly why he doesn't say anything to Steve before pulling his bow and quiver off and laying them on the bar. When he drops his long, lean form onto a barstool, he sort of huffs out a breath.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve raises an eyebrow at the sulky teen.

"Cherry soda?"

[strongest_faith]

Alec glances up sharply, focuses on Steve, and promptly goes pink in the cheeks. (He's pale. It...really shows.)

"Oh! You can...you can see me, can't you?" he says, with a tone that suggests this is not the first time this has happened to him in MIlliways.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes," Steve says slowly. "Are you usually invisible?"

[strongest_faith]

Alec takes a quick look at his forearm and frowns. "Not here, apparently," he says.

And then he realizes he's left his weapons on the tablebar (which is something his mother abhors), and he swoops in to clear them away and lean them against the side instead. "Sorry about that."

[tattling]

Franklin hops on a bar stool and stares at the board for a while.

Then asks the important question:

"What flavors of soda?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Well," Steve says, leaning on the bar, "vanilla, cherry, lime, lemon, grape, and orange, and I'll mix them together too. So you could try vanilla-cherry, or lemon-lime, or orange-cherry, for instance."

[tattling]

Ooooh.

"Can you mix them all together in one giant glass?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smothers a smile and says, "Sure."

He fills a glass with every one of the flavored syrups, and tops them off with soda water and ice, and gives it a stir.

"There you go."

[tattling]

Franklin grins as he accepts the glass. "Thanks!"

He sips the concoction through a curly straw (he either carries this around or Bar provides it each time, who knows), and tries very hard not to grimace.

"...it's, um, it's delicious! Thanks!"

Another sip. Another poorly-disguised grimace.

[freedom_is_grey]

"The iced tea isn't bitter, I hope?" Ysalwen asks, slipping onto a barstool and reaching down to scritch Liranan's ears as he flops down under the stool.

"And . . . would it be possible at all to get a bone for Liranan, here? I'd say a deer haunch, but I'm never sure how the kitchen works when someone's physically present, so. Better not to press my luck."

She grins, quick and bright. The spiraling black tattoo around her right eye and on her left cheek might be dramatic, but it's definitely offset by the stark white of her hair.

And for Milliways, in particular, the pointed ears are definitely not weird.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Not bitter, exactly," Steve says. "I think it tastes a little weedy. Lemon improves the flavor a lot, or something like peach syrup is also pretty good. You can also add sugar and make it sweet tea, but tends to be a regional thing.

"I bet I can find a bone." He smiles down at the dog and goes into the kitchen, and returns a few minutes later with a stew bone. "This should do." He comes around the bar and lays it in front of the dog. "I think I've had this fella pointed out to me before. He likes cake, right?"

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen laughs, shaking her head a little.

"I've had tea made by a swamp witch. Well, all right, she isn't exactly a swamp witch at all, but she certainly played the part convincingly. That one was . . . more muddy than weedy, so I suppose I'll order a glass of your iced tea. With lemon, please?"

Liranan yips happily from below her feet. (She's short.)

"And, well. He likes to find cake, certainly. And then give it to me and look at me sadly until I eat it. Or convince someone else to help me eat it."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Iced tea with lemon, coming right up."

He says as he pours the glass, "I think you know my friend Bucky Barnes."

[freedom_is_grey]

"James?"

Her smile is a little crooked.

"If you're Steve, I think we do have that particular friend in common. I'm Ysa, on the off chance you didn't already know."

[deadeye_shot]

A woman seated at the bar doing paperwork watches him set up his specials board. Her bearing screams military, from the straight-backed posture, to the uncompromising gaze, to the navy blue uniform with grey trim. Hawkeye sets her pen down and stretches her neck. "What is a Long Island iced tea?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No actual iced tea is involved," Steve says. "It's vodka, rum, gin, tequila, triple sec, and sour mix, and a little cola for color."

[deadeye_shot]

Hawkeye's lips twitch. "That sounds like a lot of alcohol. Is the Old Fashioned less alcoholic?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Not really," Steve says. "It's mostly bourbon.

"Maybe a regular iced tea? With lemon?"

[deadeye_shot]

"That's one of my favorite drinks, so if you don't mind, I'd love an oced tea," Hawkeye says, and offers a hand. "First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. What are you drawing?"