BARTENDING!

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He smiles as he walks over from his discussion with 'Zakath before slipping behind the bar. He's calm and happy as he starts writing and there's a smile on his face. Drinks
Melcene Wine
Cherek Ale
Sendarian Mead
Food
Fresh greens with vinegar and oil
Beef broth vegetable soup
Icewater Spar with Wild Mushrooms He grins easily and settles at the bar.

"What'll you have?"

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[withamagicword]

"Chocolate milk, please."

A smiling Billy Batson comes up.

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He smiles and serves it up.

"My kind of drink, though I prefer the shakes. Are you new?"

He looks around.

"I haven't seen you around before."

[withamagicword]

Billy grins and nods as he accept the drink.

"I've been here for about a week. It was a real shcok at first, but I think i am settling in."

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He nods.

"I've been a little distracted, to be honest."

He holds out a hand.

"My name is Garion. If you ever need anything, feel free to look me up."

He's only about eighteen, so perhaps this offer seems odd. But he'd promised Richard that he'd look after the kids when he could and he doesn't see any parents or relatives or even friends around this one.

[withamagicword]

"Billy Batson. And thanks."

He grins.

"The same goes for me."

He drinks soem of his milk and bounces.

"Whatcha been distracted by?"

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"An evil god that I thought was going to stay dead ending up here."

He says it casually. It's been a while since this all started again, so he'd getting used to it. And Silk's talk yesterday helped.

[withamagicword]

"Yeah? Gods never stay dead. And evil villains especially. It gets so bad back in my world that we think death has taken a holiday."

Billy grins.

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He snorts.

"They stay dead. Plenty of people stay dead."

Chamdar stayed dead.

"And this one, well...I just have to do it one more time and I'm set."

[withamagicword]

"Good. I hope it goes well for you."

Billy grins as he finishes his chocolate milk.

"What did you do back home? Other than fighting a God? Did you have lots of adventures?"

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He snorts.

"No. I grew up on a farm. Me and Superman...we're tight. I don't know that you'd call all that happened adventures so much as me being dragged around and doing things right when I was supposed to."

[withamagicword]

"Sounds like a normal life for a teenager. No one ever wants to tell you what is going on and just kinda points you a little where you ae supposed to go."

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He nods.

"And then they yell at you when you don't do it like they would."

He'll probably never outlive "push".

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"Exactly."

He grins at the older boy.

"I miss my family here, but I kinda like having a little time to not worry about everything."

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He nods.

"That's about how I look at it. I've made friends here, almost as close as the ones back home, and some of my family has shown up. My grandfather, anyway. And I guess you could consider my wife family."

[withamagicword]

"Yeah. If she is anything like my sister, if you dont consider her family, and loudly as well, she will make you sorry... in a nice-ish way of course."

He grins.

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He nods.

"Something like that."

Grin.

"So, Billy, I'm assuming you're from Earth then?"

[withamagicword]

"Yes, an Earth with a lot of craziness compared to most. My world has a lot of things happen on it that dont seem to happen elsewhere. Except for one other Earth Universe that we seem to mix with fairly often."

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He nods.

"I'm not from Earth. My world doesn't have a name, but it's got a number of countries that seem a little like the ones from earth. The country I grew up in is Sendaria, which some people say is like America. And Riva sounds a great deal like Scotland to some people."

[withamagicword]

"Sounds pretty cool. If you ever bring through some books or such from your world, I would love to read about it."

Billy grins. he may not like history but he loves fantasy.

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He nods.

"Just look for my grandfather. He can tell you all about everything that's ever happened ever. He's lived through most of it and the things he didn't live through, he knows the stories at least."

[withamagicword]

"Sounds cool."

Billy finishes nd hops up.

"Gotta go. Bye!"

he bounces off.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Yellow-eyed Slayer atta bar.

Quietly ordering food, from Bar, not Bartender.

Mmm, coffee.

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He wanders over and gives her a Look.

"Any reason you're...oh."

Blink.

"You look like Grandmother. Have you learned a wolf form, Faith?"

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Faith blinks at him.

"...no. There was a thing...a magical ritual I did in my world. The eyes are a side effect that haven't gone away yet."

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He nods, tilting his head as he takes a real look at Faith. One of the things he'd learned in the bar was the sight that Arithon had given him and he looks at her with it now.

"You're...all mixed up with other things and ooh. It's odd."

Blink.

"Care for me to straighten things out, or did you like the yellow eyes?"

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"...could you?"

Faith looks really, really hopeful.

"They're OK, I guess, but...I'd really appreciate it."

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He nods and waves a hand towards her eyes.

A changing of the eyes is simple enough, and they're returned to their normal brown easily enough. Then he looks at her again.

"Would you like me to fix things inside a little as well, or did you want it that way?"

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Faith thinks.

For a while.

"...leave it. It might come in handy."

Then she smiles. "Thanks, Garion."

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He shrugs.

Things like that are easy. It's when he's relied upon to know and understand emotional issues that he's lost.

"Not a problem."

He smiles and leans on the bar.

"Can I get you anything to eat now?"

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"French fries. Lots of ketchup."

Faith can't stop smiling.

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Nick cackles.

Gwen nods and serves it up, adding a chocolate shake because in his opinion, everyone needs one.

"That all?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I just ate an hour ago, thanks."

Faith grins. "How're you doing, Garion?"

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He shrugs.

"I'm all right. I've been making friends with the Emperor of Mallorea, which is interesting, but other than that, uneventful."

He's not talking about the pidgeon.

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"Your wife hasn't been divetackling dark gods again?"

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He shakes his head.

"Nope. She's..."

He thinks to the other afternoon, and the lovely backmassage that had gone other places...like his bedroom.

And turns pink.

"She's just fine."

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Faith grins.

"Good for you."

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He grins back.

Silk's been toughening his hide to teasing a little.

"Very good."

Is that a sly smile?

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"I recommend scarves."

Faith's certainly is.

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He gives her a bright smile.

"I'll keep it in mind."





How far he's gotten. It's almost scary.