The Sum of All Happy Hours

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie comes in from the Staff Quarters with damp hair and his Ginslinger t-shirt, his gun and gunbelt already tucked into a neat roll that he sets under the bar. He sits on a stool for a while picking his Specials and writes them up on the chalkboard.

"Howdy, all you beautiful folken. Specials tonight are Love Potion #9, the After 18, and that old fav, the Manhattan. Come and get it!"

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Hello. You serve love potions?"

There is a slight, short, somewhat purple fellow at the bar and looks astonished.

This time, he doesn't ask after Claire.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Abso-fuckin'-lutely. We serve everything. Even slightly purple people."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

This is apparently the day for truly evil puns.

"I'd like three slightly purple little girls, then," he grins.

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle doesn't really need a love potion but she figures it couldn't hurt.

"Hi, can I have a Love Potion #9?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"No problem." Eddie takes down a pitcher--you make these by the pitcher--and pours in water, a significant quantity of rum, slightly more vodka, and then dumps in a white powder and a faintly purple one. The resulting mixture is a shade of purple not found in nature. After a fair bit of stirring, he pours her a glass.

"Sorry, you're the first. Eddie Dean." He offers his hand with the glass.

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle shakes his hand, "Michelle Dessler."

She also takes a sip off the oddly colored drink, which is quite a bit sweeter than she'd expected.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy stops by, sometime before she talks to Tiffany, and smiles politely.* Tea, please?

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie gets a teacup and pours some from the everpresent pot. "There you are, Anthy."

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy's mun finally get her notifications picks it up.* Thank you. What kind is it?

[simon_doctor]

Simon needs no entrance post sits down at the bar, looking oddly abstracted.

"Something sweet, please."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie pours him a glass of Love Potion #9 from the pitcher he made upthread. "What's up, doc?"

[simon_doctor]

Simon takes a sip of the drink. "Exactly."

[mnt_raph]

*Suddenly...and with no warning, there's a Raph hiding behind the bar.*

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie looks down. "Um?"

[mnt_raph]

*He puts one hand up, hushing the bartender.*

is he looking? don't look! just...be casual.

[ginsu_master]

Leo wanders over.

"Hello. Pleasure to meet you. I'm Leo. The guy that is hiding under your counter's brother. Is he still down there, or did he steal your beer and run?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Eddie Dean." Eddie offers his hand. "You're looking for Raph?"

[ginsu_master]

Leo shakes and gives a big smiles. He's the nice guy.

"Mike, actually, but that one will do. Didn't wander back home for food on his birthday, so just wanted to check and see if he's alive."

He reaches into his handy pizza box and dangles a slice of pizza over the edge of the counter which, through ninja super sekret powers, is directly over Raph's head. He looks at Eddie for permission because, hey, he's the responsible one.

"Seem to be the guy in charge."

His eyes drat down the pizza and back at Eddie.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain makes his way over. "Hile, Eddie."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Hile." He nods to Alain with a smile. "Get you anything?"

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

He returns the smile. "Graf?"

He's in the mood for an old standby, rather than whatever godawful concoction Eddie gave him last time. Even if he never actually tried it; he saw Cuthbert's face at the taste, which was plenty.

[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

Ted approaches, rummaging through a plastic shopping bag. A Mets cap emerges. He sets it on the bar. "I haven't eaten all day. What would you recommend?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"AWESOME!" Eddie is now proclaiming that the Mets rule with his head. "Um? Demon lobsters? It's actually really good."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Hullo, Eddie." Says the pyro who's looking entirely too pleased for someone who's planning what will probably be a losing battle in a week or so. "How goes?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Ace! It goes. What can I get you?"