Bartending :O

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard is behind the bar.

Just, you know. There. Available. For whatever.

He might even, like, take orders or something. If you're nice.*

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[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Bernard." It's Barry, in civvies.

"No Claire today? No offense, but she's a good deal cuter than you."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, she'll be in later. I thought I'd step in for the early afternoon for once.

And watch it. It doesn't do to offend the guy who supplies the booze.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Ah. My apologies." He grins, but still takes the idea into account, given how tmepers are likely to be till the battle starts.

"Can I get a club soda with lime?

"Tell me - would you be okay if I tried to talk to some of those doctors myself and got the ball rolling on making a field hospital? I feel like I need to be useful, and this seems like something I can do wo you don't have to."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Sure.

*He slides the glass over.*

Yeah, please do. I've got too much on my plate as it is. I'd appreciate it.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. For the drink and the permission.

"And let's hope all we need it for is the little things."

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Yo yo yo yo yo, what it is mother-

*he considers the wisdom of insulting the barman and changes direction slightly*

-Hubbard?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A raised eyebrow*

Brian. Haven't seen you in a while.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Because I am sneaky. Like a fox. 'though not like a foxy lady 'cos, y'know, lack of chestal swelling, and also the whole weird hip-jerky dance thing? Odd. That said, lying on a car next to an airport looks like the coolest.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Benrard blinks*

You know, sometimes I think you're even less comprehensible than Anthy.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian scoffs. Only the scoff gets caught in his throat and turns into a sputter*

Pfft. That is all. Merely pfft. There are no other words necessary, except perhaps cider. Also please.

[slayer_fray]

And Melaka limps over, taking a seat.

"I'm back," she announces. "Y'know, if you noticed I was gone, which most didn't."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well, I've been kinda busy, so no. Sorry.

Welcome back?

[slayer_fray]

She grins.

"No worries. I was only gone for a month Bar time, it seems. Apparently didn't miss much.

"Back just in time to beat up Tim, it seems."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

One of 'em, yeah.

How long were you gone in your time?

[slayer_fray]

"Three months," she says, still boggling at it. "I'm back here for four days, and it seems like I hardly left."

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

And Helen is at the bar. "Good afternoon, Bernard," she says, cheerily.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Afternoon, Helen. Get you anything?

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen smiles. "Oh, sure. Can I get an Amaretto Sour, please?" She pets Melina's ears. "I hear there are plans in the works for a stable?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Sure thing.

*He mixes the drink.*

And, yeah. Seems like we've got the beginnings or a goddamn herd lately. So when Susan asked, I decided it was time to do something about it.

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen smiles. "Cuthbert and Susan told me about the stables. It seems like a good idea. And it will get Melina out of my room...Not that I don't like her, but it's a bit crowded." She smiles again, and pets Melina's ears.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There's that slightly shy purple god of magic again - not so shy normally, but somewhat in awe of Bernard.

He is astonished.

"Hello, Bernard," he says. "It's Wednesday - I was expecting Claire. Are you actually, you know, serving drinks?"

A slightly worried look - hopefully, nothing is wrong with Claire?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard blinks, more than a little irritated.*

Well. Yes. I am. It being my bar.

More than one bartender can fit behind here, you know. When she shows up for her shift, I'll just move two feet to the left. You'll see. It'll all work out.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry - I didn't mean to offend you!"

Asar-Suti is slightly frightened. Oh no, he irritated Bernard!

"It's just that I've never actually seen you behind the bar..."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well.

Guess our schedules didn't mesh well then. No harm done.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

It would probably be appropriate to order something now?

"Erm, is there any special drink you'd recommend, then?" Asar-Suti asks.