Son of Happy Hour

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Is Eddie still in a great mood? Why yes he is! He's also behind the bar in an apron.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman. Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour. Specials tonight on tequila, nonalcoholic drinks and anything with Jagermeister in it."

"Step right up, don't be shy, there's enough booze for everybody."

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

The sailor looks up, blinking.

"Archie, actually. Archie Kennedy. And I'll have an... er... a scotch for preferance if you could?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Yer bugger. Rocks or soda or anything?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Pardon? And no thank you, I'll take it neat. Do you know, I don't think I've ever ordered something from an actual bartender the entire time I've been here?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Good man." Eddie pours. "Well, there aren't quite enough of us to go around. The Bar gets lonely, and sometimes so do the patrons."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"I can imagine, with so many people that come through here... How many of you are there then?"

He takes a healthy sip of his drink.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie thinks. "Four, I think. I've only met two, Richard the morning guy and Bernard the boss, but Bernard mentioned somebody named George."

"So, what brings you to Milliways?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Four tenders for this entire place. No wonder the bar serves on it's own."

He shrugs, "I died and then I was here. I hear that happens a lot."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie nods. "Happened to me. Stings like a bastard, huh?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Really? I think you might possibly be the only other dead person I've met. It seems I don't get around too much."

Archie sips his scotch thoughtfully, "Yes, it did. I didn't have the fortune to die promptly either. It took ages..."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie makes a sympathetic clicking noise behind his teeth. "Say sorry. I got a nice clean headshot." He taps a spot over his right eye.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie motions vaguely to a spot just beneath his ribs. "There's something to be said for a sudden death. However I did get to resolve some things, say some good-byes."

He mentaly shakes himself a little, "Perhaps you can tell me, how does one go about paying off one's tab when one is dead?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie laughs. "That's why I'm working the bar. You said yourself, four's hardly enough. You interested?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"i'm afraid I wouldn't know the first thing about such a thing. I was a sailor, there's not much I can do with that knowledge. All I have are the clothes on my back, my sword and my pistol. Not much to work with."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Well, there's always Security. That or waiting tables."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Security I actually might be able to manage. I did survive for ten years of a ship of war. And honestly, I'm alerady dead aren't I?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie nods. "Well, you want to talk to a guy named Bernard. Red hair, drinks tequila, largely. You'll see him around. He does the hiring."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Cheers to that then, mate. I just might do that."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Sure. Good luck."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, I have a feeling I'm going to need it."