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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[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.