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milliways_bar2021-07-27 08:45 pm
zerocharliexray) wrote in milliways_bar2021-07-27 08:45 pm
Bartending with a Blackhawk!
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
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?
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
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?
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"I'm Rae, Rae Seddon," she adds, realizing that in their brief previous encounter they never got to the point of exchanging names, in the face of delicious food. "More often called Sunshine, Head Baker at Charlie's Coffeehouse of Old Town, New Arcadia."
Don't ask how a baker gets scars like that.
"An' I'm Terry!" Terry pipes up, as well, earning another hair-ruffle from Sunshine.
"And he's Terry," she chuckles.
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There's a beat, and then she laughs. "And now bartender, too, I suppose."
She leans over the bar to offer a hand to Terry for a high-five. "Nice to meet you both."
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