Happy Hour~~

[collects_ears]

George walks behind the bar, glancing at the specials left over from earlier in the day.

"Tonight's specials are, in a carry over from earlier in the day, Shish Kebab, with the addition of Spinach and feta cheese omelet, and sweet and sour meatloaf. Tonight's drinks are both r- themed. Rasberry Sex, and Red Dwarf." he announces to the bar, adding the new items to the board.

"What'll it be?"

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace looks up from her reading and eyes the board. Hmmm. She knows she should eat, eating=energy=warming up, but enthusiasm for food is lacking. It's too bad they don't make a nutritionally complete hot cocoa that doesn't taste like paste.

[collects_ears]

George sees Ace and waves.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace waves back, cheerfully. She's in a darn good mood for someone who was more than half-dead less than twenty-four hours ago. Of course, it could be that she's in a darn good mood because she was more than half dead less than twenty-four hours ago.

[lvpd_sidle]

Having finished her sports drink, Sara's in the mood for something mind-numbing.

"Rasberry Sex, please," she says with a grin.

[collects_ears]

"Certainly." George says, refraining from making any kind of witty comment, and passing the drink over the bar.

"Anything else I can get you?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"That'll be all, thanks." She leaves money on the bar and wanders back to her conversation with Cole.

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

Chloe wanders back downstairs, feeling a little better. She's been battling a cold.
"Do you have anything that will clear up my sinuses?"

[collects_ears]

George thinks a moment. "Ginger tea?" he suggests.

"As a warning, it's very strong... but it'll do wonders."

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

"I'll take it." She nods gratefully.

She sips a little, exhales quickly a few times without inhaling, and has a coughing attack.
When she finally calms down a little she looks at George, smiling.
"Oh WOW. You weren't kidding." She closes her eyes and inhales deeply.
"Very nice! Thank you!"

[collects_ears]

"You are most certainly welcome." He smiles.

"I had a similar reaction, the first time I tried it. If you're not a fan of ginger the after taste isn't fun, but you'll be able to breathe much better once it starts to kick in..."

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

"My mother used to feed me ginger. I never figured out why exactly, something about my growth I think."

Regardless, Chloe suddenly begs for something to wash the taste away.

[collects_ears]

Sensing her thoughts, George smiles and slides a glass of water toward her.

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

"Oh God. That was not pleasant. Thanks!"

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie swings his feet and looks around while he waits for the bartender to come down to his end.

[collects_ears]

"Evening." George greets him with a friendly smile. "What can I get you?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Something hot that's not tea or coffee? Bloody sick of tea."

[collects_ears]

"Apple cider then?" George suggests, "Or hot chocolate?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Hot chocolate, please. That sounds good."

[collects_ears]

"Coming right up."

George passes a cup over the counter. "Marshmallows?"

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Good day."

A bow to the man behind the bar,

"May I request an order of hot chocolate and an ale? Please?"

Tired, stressed little dark man.

[collects_ears]

"Evening." George inclines his head in greeting. "Certainly. Did you have a preference as to which one you wanted first?" he asks.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon glances over at the nerve-shattered Valkyrie (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/3620864.html?thread=143598336#t143598336) at his table, then up at George;

"The hot chocolate, I think, is the priority."

[collects_ears]

He passes a cup of hot chocolate over the bar. "There you are. Let me know if you still want the ale.."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"I will, most certainly, desire the ale."

With a mild enough tone to it,

"The chocolate is for the Lady Svava, the ale is for myself."

It is, actually, somewhat amazing just how much snippy annoyance he manages to put into a very mild tone of voice. It may be safe to say that Arithon is back to normal.

[collects_ears]

George nods, placing a glass of ale on the bar-top, to be taken at leisure.

"It's never a good idea to keep a lady waiting." he agrees.