Bartending with a Blackhawk!

[zerocharliexray]

Things are a little... strange on the Aerie One.

Maybe strange isn't the right word. Maybe it's more like strained. Helena's taken her belongings and run off God only knows where, and Dinah's on her way to Asia, traveling with Zinda's old bar buddy, Wildcat, and the Skipper...

Well, suffice it to say even Zinda's ever-present cheer has gotten a little dinged, so once she's bedded the Aerie One down for the night and brought the Skipper a sandwich – more out of optimism than realistic expectation – she pats the door to the cockpit and murmurs a few soft and encouraging words.

The door rewards her with the bustle and warmth of Milliways, and Zinda pushes her hand back through her hair and grins and grins and grins.

"Sis," she tells the bar once she makes her way there, "you sure have swell timing."

A napkin appears along with Zinda's cold bottle of beer, and she reads the note on it before laughing. "Whatever you say," she says, and parks her pert bottom on the bartop so she can swing her legs up and over, landing on the other side. She grabs a marker and writes:

Specials

Champers
Diablo
Gin Fizz
Betsy Ross
American Beauty
Ice-cold beer + shot of whiskey

She can be found behind the bar for the rest of the night, cleaning glasses and whistling Andrews Sisters' classics to herself. 

C'mon, Milliways. Tell Zinda your troubles. What the heck else is a bartender for?

Comments

[alongfallfromgrace]

"That is terribly kind." Wei Wuxian notes, veteran of more than a few mis-spent nights in taverns after ordering the local wine and finding it... well. Horrible. Not everyone can have lotus wine, or Emperor's Smile.

(Which is a tragedy)

He sips, cautiously, and blinks in pleased surprise at the taste.

"It is almost like a fruit juice, but with some complexity of flavor that helps. This could definitely do damage to the juniors, if they came here."

[zerocharliexray]

"Sure," Zinda agrees.

... After a second: "Juniors like students?"

[alongfallfromgrace]

"Not mine, of course." He laughs, raising his hands, as if it would be unheard of, dangerous for him to have a pack of juniors of his own. "They are Lan Zhan's... well, most of them, anyway, and sure to be trained well. But Lans are not used to alcohol, and this is very drinkable."

[zerocharliexray]

She laughs at that and nods agreement.

"You're right," she tells him, amused. "Best to keep 'em away from it, probably. A couple sips'd probably be enough to do them in, if they're not used to drinkin.'"

[alongfallfromgrace]

"They are very cute, but so very young!" Wei Wuxian declares, evidently deciding to ignore the fact that he and his cohorts were fighting a war when they were that age. They're just itty bitty little angels, such good children, can do no wrong, have never done anything wrong in their lives, even Jin Ling.

Especially Jin Ling. Don't look at him like that, Lan Zhan.

"But I have had poor manners - it's good they aren't here! This one is Wei Wuxian, American Beauty." He offers with a truncated bow.

[zerocharliexray]

He looks pretty darn young to her, but Zinda would never say so, not in a million years.

But the address makes her laugh, pleased, and she dips a quick curtsy, despite wearing slim black jeans instead of a skirt. "Nice to meetcha, Wei Wuxian," she tells him.

"My name's Zinda Blake. But you can keep callin' me American Beauty if you want; I kinda like it."

[alongfallfromgrace]

"I will keep that in mind!" He grins, which means he'll probably continue to do so at every opportunity. "How are you liking your first bartending here?"

[zerocharliexray]

"Just swell," she tells him, boosting herself up onto the counter at the back of the bar and watching him with his drink with every evidence of enjoyment.

"Got to meet you, didn't I?"