Happy Hour

[collects_ears]

George walks behind the bar, the spring back in his step.

He's in a very good mood.

"Tonight's specials are: thai peanut chicken, grilled chicken caesar salad, and white chocolate raspberry truffles. Tonight's drinks are Sacrilicious , San Francisco and classic Sangria ."

"What'll it be?"

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[asmokeanddrink.livejournal.com]

*he gets up from his chair and heads to the bar*

Sangria...haven't had that since Mexico.

*he finishes his one beer and lays both of the bottles on the bar*

Garbage?

[collects_ears]

George raises an eyebrow, and takes the empty bottles without a word.

"Can I get you a Sangria?" he asks.

[asmokeanddrink.livejournal.com]

Yes, please

*he smiles and lights a smoke*

[collects_ears]

George adds ice to the mix, and stirs it gently.

"Here you are." he says, passing the glass over the bar.

"I've not seen you here before.."

[asmokeanddrink.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

*he takes a gulp of the drink*

Probably cause I've only been here about a week.

Remy, nice to meet you.

*he holds out his hand to shake*

[collects_ears]

"George Cooper." George says, shaking the man's hand with a smile. "I tend bar here on Tuesdays. What brings you to Milliways?"

As he speaks, he's studying the way Remy moves. The man moves with certainty - a fluidity that is ever so familiar.

The man is a thief.

Or has been one at some point in his life.

[asmokeanddrink.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm dead and for some reason I didn't go to hell.

*he smirks*

I like it here anyways...it's a bar. I like bars and I've heard it's better than hell anyways.

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle looks at the drink specials, trying to decide which one she should order.

[collects_ears]

"Good evening, Lass." George greets her with a smile.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

[chelleuncurled]

"Hi, I think I'll have a sangria."

[collects_ears]

"Certainly." He passes her a glass over the bar.

"I don't believe we've met.."

[chelleuncurled]

"No, I don't think we have," she manages a small smile. "Michelle Dessler." She holds out her hand.

[collects_ears]

"Pleasure to meet you, Michelle. I'm George. George Cooper." he shakes the offered hand.

"Have you been in Milliways long?"

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie taps his fingers on the bar absently while he waits his turn. He doesn't recognize the drinks.

[collects_ears]

"Evening. Can I get you something to drink?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Hi! Erm. Can I have the thai peanut chicken and something that would taste good to drink with it?" He pats down his pockets. "I've got ID here somewhere . . . swear I'm of age . . ."

[collects_ears]

George raises an eyebrow. "Alright. Chicken first, and I'll see if I can find something appropriate for you to drink..." he says, with a smile.

He passes a plate of the chicken over the counter.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Cheers," Charlie says and dives in. He says around a mouthful, "Doesn't have to be alcoholic. I'll manage. Not here to get drunk--I've got a gig later."

[collects_ears]

"I would recommend a mango smoothie." he says, "The chicken is a might spicy.."

[blue_ajah]

Moiraine glides up to the bar and studies the man behind it with calm curiosity, as she waits for his attention.

[collects_ears]

"Evening, milady. I hope I've not kept you waiting long.."

[blue_ajah]

"Good evening," she replies serenely. "Do not be concerned; you have not."

"We have not met formally before, have we? I am Moiraine Sedai."

[collects_ears]

He gives her a bow. "I'm certain I'd remember if it, if we had." he says gravely. "This humble rogue is George Cooper, at your service.."

[blue_ajah]

"I am glad to meet you then, George, I think. Where is your origin?"

Moiraine smiles serenely at him.

"And if it is not a trouble, might I have a glass of white wine?"

[collects_ears]

"I harken from a land called Tortall, milady."

He smiles back.

"And it's no trouble at all. Have you a vintage of preference?"