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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[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?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Sure, thanks.

"You're new, I think? New-ish?" He holds out his hand. "Charlie."

[collects_ears]

"George Cooper." he says, shaking the offered hand.

He does some mental calculations. "I've been here.. about two months now.."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Cool. I've been here about six--not that it makes much more sense after a long time, really.

"How's the bartending gig for you?"

[collects_ears]

"Well enough. I ran a tavern back home for number of years, so I'm fairly comfortable behind a bar.. however, there's plenty of things on the menu I've never even heard of before..."

"Where do you harken from?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Place called Manchester, England. Planet called Earth. You?"

[collects_ears]

"City called Corus. From a land called Tortall. There are a number of us from there, running about this place.." he explains.

"I came seeking a friend of mine, and she asked me to stay..."

[bloodyrockgod]

"That's cool. Helps a lot when people you know start showing up. My brother came in around Christmas and I was beside myself with happiness over it."

[collects_ears]

George nods. "Do you have anyone else here?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yeah, a couple other people from the same place have found their way here. One of the other bartenders, Claire; couple blokes called Hurley, Sayid and Sawyer; and a kid called Walt."

[collects_ears]

Sawyer. Ah yes. That name rings a bell. George does his best not to bristle.

"Quite a number of you then..."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yeah.

"We all don't come from Manchester. We come from a deserted island in the south Pacific. Er, that's an ocean. Except my brother, he comes from a place called Sydney.

"The lot of us were in a plane crash. Except my brother. Um. I'm not explaining this very well."

[collects_ears]

George blinks, then starts laughing. "Sounds like quite a story.. I'd be happy to hear more of it, either tonight or another time.."

"We don't have airplanes where I come from.."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Well, they're flying machines, basically . . . and sometimes they crash. And ours did. We were off course and can't get a message out, so no one knows where to look for us. It's weird and scary at times. This place makes it better."

[collects_ears]

"You fell from the sky?" George can't help but be impressed.