sunbaked_baker

It it a brilliantly bright day, warm and sunny. The kind of warmth that seeps into one's bones, but doesn't yet carry the full weight of summer heat. Sunshine has been busy since before dawn, and when the early afternoon rolls around, the proofs of her labors start to show. She takes down the specials board first and disappears back into the warm, fragrant kitchens.

When she re-emerges, it's with a list, which soon hangs over the counter. A sizeable list, at that.

Summer Pies!
- The Ever-Elusive Nesselrode Pie
- The Apple-est pie
- Bourbon-Pecan pie
- Cherry-Berry pie
- Blueberry-Crumble Cheesecake pie
- Rosemary-Rhubarb Streusel pie
- Mojito Minty Key-Lime pie
- Avocado pie
- Lime Curd and Mascarpone Fruit Tart
(served with or without a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream)

Drinks Specials
- Summer Sangria
- Citrus Gin Slush
- Rhubarb, Grapefruit and Thyme cocktail
- Peach Moscato Freeze with Raspberries
- Ginger Lemonade
- Lavender soda

Sunshine, her damp hair still held back by a blue and yellow kerchief, pours herself a tall, cold glass of the lavender soda, and leans back against the far counter beyond the Bar itself.

"Happy Hour, everyone! Come try some pie!"

snarky_spider

Jess is sitting out at the Caribbean outlet with a giant fruity drink and a big floppy hat to keep the sun off her face as she reclines in a bathing suit on the beach. She sips and watches the waitrats building what can only be a massive beach bonfire for when the night hits. They've also set up a temporary bar on the beach as well as a floating bar out in the water.

(Jess isn't sure how it's staying in place given the waves but she's not going to look too closely. Wouldn't want to spoil the fun.)

She also sees some kid in Star Wars looking armor setting up with looks to be fireworks.

Tonight looks to be shaping up to be fun.

[OOC: Welcome to the Summer Bonfire All-Skate!
All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em in!

Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun!
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behavior (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. What happens in the All-Skate, stays in the All-Skates! Unless, that is, it happens between approved game characters and all muns agree.
5. Please don't be a dick.
6. Feel free to have your pup tag in with a handwaved nighttime if you prefer. Bonfire will be lit, foods to cook on long skewers will be available, and the fireworks will happen once I get to Sabine's entry (assume later in the evening.)

wizard_dresden

"IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND."
"Understand what?"
"OUR PURPOSE, WARDEN. FOLLOW ME."...

...followed Demonreach down into the dark.

Or, I thought that's what I'd done. I have my glow stick and my snarky air spirit in his skull, but now it's not dark and the stairs are gone...

...and why do I feel like I've been here before?

"When I said 'run away', Harry, I meant somewhere, you know, on Earth."

"Not now, Bob."

"Ooh! Do you know where we are though? Wow, didn't think we'd get back here after the spell stopped working."

"There was a spell?" I shake my head. Whatever. I know where we are, though I'd also thought I'd never come back. Not because I didn't want to - it just stopped happening.

"Guess we should have a drink then."

[ooc: same Harry, same Bob (primarily and NPC this time 'round) as way back when. if you knew him then, he'll probably remember you - it's been about 3-4 years his time since he bounced. ("White Night" was the last book before he skedaddled, and he's currently from the early parts of "Cold Days", so potential spoilers through that book for now.)]

wizard_dresden

So, behind the bar I am and ready to go.

Specials
Mac's Ale

Order up...

wizard_dresden

"Right - sorry - so much porn, so little time... Bob the Skull here. Yeah, Harry's gonna be a little late. Oh no, he's not - no, Harry and porn? Oh no. The porn was for me. Anyway, I'll put up the specials and you can bother Harry when he gets here, 'kay?"

Specials
Bingo
Georgian Sunrise

"See ya-"

[[ Harry was coming down the stairs about the time Bob started talking, so he heard - all of that. ]]

All I can do is shake my head and take up post behind the bar.

wizard_dresden

I climb up onto the bar (I'd hop, but that would result in the cracking of my skull on the floor and I'm not quite ready for additional trauma just yet) sneakers soft on the wood, making me far taller than any human ever should be (we're adding, what, four feet to my already almost-seven?), put fingers to my mouth and I

WHISTLE

"I hope everyone can hear me. Incidentally, there was a strange occurrence in Chicago a week or so back and I will provide dinner for anyone who can fill me in on the details."

I jump back down - I'm better at down than up - and it's time for the specials:

Specials
Cement Mixer
Yellow Parrot

"Order up."

wizard_dresden

"Bob, I'm a little concerned about something."

"What's that boss?"

"I've gotten word that there's something going on here this weekend."

"Here in the bar?"

"Okay, I should've said 'back home in Chicago', but you know what I mean."

"Nope. Sorry, no clue. The last time you let me out Mouse was still on the puppy food."

I roll my eyes at the skull. "Now come on, you know that's not true." It's been a while, but not that long.

"Fine fine," Bob sighs. "What's going on this weekend?"

"That's just it." I shrug. "I don't know. The rumor is a whole hoarde of crazy fan-people are going to be in town."

"Harry, there are already hoardes of crazy fan-people in Chicago."

Another glare at the skull - I'm getting well-practiced at them. "I know, but this group is congregating in a single location for three days. Kind of like SplatterCon!!!..." Yes, the exclamation points are necessary. "...but not for horror films."

"Then what for?"

All of this stuff goes over Bob's head sometimes, I think. "See, that's what I don't know. It could be a crowd of cheese fans or pet rock enthusiats. How are we to know."

Bob rolls his orange eyelights. "Harry, please. Pet rock enthusiasts have better things to do with their time."

"Yes, all those tricks you can teach a rock." I rub a hand over the back of my neck. "Really, Bob, is this something I should be concerned about?"

"I don't think so. But if you give me, say, a seventy-two hour leave, I could go check it out for you?"

I frown at the skull. "Nice try, Bob."

I'll figure something out. In the meantime:

Specials
Chicago Fizz
Chicago Cocktail

"What'll ya have?"

wizard_dresden

[There's a lazy wizard behind the bar, plucking at the strings of a guitar. Whatever he's playing might not be exactly music, but he's getting better - really.]

In the meantime:

"So, while the gimp is picking on a guitar, who wants a drink?"

[We're not sure if the skull can actually serve drinks, but we'll find out...]

wizard_dresden

There's a brunette sitting across the bar from me, chattering away with Bob. Slayer's sister. Though, mostly, she goes by Dawn.

She suggested that as a precursor to Earth's Independence Day tomorrow, that we have, as tonight's specials, the following:

Specials
*courtesy of Dawn Summers
Red Wine
White Wine
Blue Motorcycle

Well, it's good to know she doesn't know enough about alcoholic beverages to come up with anymore more flamboyant than that.

wizard_dresden

Right, so, New Mexico is incredibly hot. I'm thinking it has to do with that desert thing it has going on. Anyway, it's also where Luccio, Ramirez and I are training some new Wardens in battle-magic. Or - we will be once we unglue ourselves from... everything.

You ever have to set-up a tent under blistering heat? Not so much fun. It's done though, and now we can get out of the blistering heat.

I step through the tent flap, into the less-hot-inside of the tent, calling back to Ramirez, "Hey, you have any water that hasn't evaporated..."

But I seem to have stepped, not into the tent, but into a very familiar bar. "Nevermind."

Looks like I get to have my water and serve it too. Hooray for me. Sorry for the uber!sweaty look, didn't have time to shower before my shift.

Specials
WATER
Tequila
Michelada*

*added in Ramirez's handwriting

"Order up and don't mind the Latin wizard across the bar, he's just there for show."

[ooc: tag one or the other or both - just toss into the subject line to whom you are speaking... grazie]

ETA: [ooc: and the Harry-mun calls it a night folks]

wizard_dresden

[Harry is tending bar. There are no specials tonight. Bob is back in Chicago doing research, so he's not here tonight. And yes, Harry is wearing the leather duster - as he's just run in from 'work'.]

[ooc: one more round of tags, then we're off to slowtime, folks *g*]

wizard_dresden

Okay, I'm here, I'm working and Bob's made up the specials board for tonight.

Specials
Absinthe

Oh thank you very much, Bob. Hey, I told him he could choose tonight, I shouldn't complain.

wizard_dresden

[ooc: mun leaves fair warning that she is on munchikin-sitting duty from about 2000 to 2100 EST and may have to make a break for it around then - unavoidable absence.]

"Harry, are you going to serve tonight or what?"

"I'm behind the bar, aren't I, Bob?" What's he getting at?

"Just checking, you looked a little spacey."

"Rather tired."

"Fine, I'll talk. Folks, the special for tonight is Tequila. That's all."

wizard_dresden

[Harry is, in fact, behind the bar. However, Harry's mun has seriously limiting shoulder pain going on at the moment, so any and all threads will be very slow and new threads will have to be cut off at 2200 EST - perhaps before, depending on how quickly and how well the pain meds work.

Mun apologizes for the extremely short notice, but was hoping the pain would recede long before now.

There are no specials... just come chat w/ the cranky wizard and his skull.]

wizard_dresden

Right, so, you all know I live in Chicago, right? Now, while the Blackhawks didn't quite make the Stanley Cup playoffs this year, those teams what did are pushing their way through the conference finals. So, in keeping with the season:

Hockey-related Specials
Cranberry Zamboni
Stanley Steamer

And if you ask nicely, other hockey-related beverages may be distributed at the specials price.

wizard_dresden

In honor of the DVD release of "The Fountain", I've been persuaded to set the specials up thusly:

Specials
Mayan Sacrafice
Mayan Whore
Mayan O'Brien

"So, what'll it be, folks?"

wizard_dresden

Okay, so the mun has functional wireless modem thingy again - no, the lack of functionality of it was NOT my fault ~~this time~~ and it appears to be time for this happy hour drinking thingy again too.

"What should our specials be tonight, Bob."

"Frog water and Moose juice."

Bob is so helpful. "I'm thinking not." Though I am certain he's been into the Dr. Seuss again.

Let's see:

Specials
Water
Beer

"Oh, that's good, Harry, considering water's already free."

I arch an eyebrow at him. Yes, I am aware, doesn't mean it can't be the special. "Who's doing this gig, me or you?"

"We both are, Harry."

"Who has the corporeal form with which to actually serve the drinks?"

"Dammit."

Human - 1 Air Spirit - 0

wizard_dresden

I'm too lazy to come up with specials today, just get a freaking drink.

Oh - and don't annoy Bob too much - he's been cranky lately.

wizard_dresden

Okay, so my typist is typing on a keyboard that is randomly Italian (it adds 'i's to things randomly) and I have the song "I Don't Like Mondays" stuck in my head. What could be better than that?

"You could be wearing a pink taffetta dress and going to the prom."

I arch an eyebrow at the skull. "Yes, that would make my life perfect. Thank you, Bob."

So -

"Free drink to whomever can get this song out of my head."

wizard_dresden

"Harry... you're going to be late."

"No I'm not. I'm on the stairs - it's close enough."

"Whatever you say, Harry. What are the specials?"

"Why do you have to make everything so complicated?"

Specials
The drinks of Spring

"Order up."

wizard_dresden

Shut up - I know I'm late. No, you don't want to hear about the day I've had. No, I'm not going to tell you anyway. Yes, that's my cat sitting on the bar instead of a skull. Don't ask. Just order a drink, okay?

If it's alcoholic and you don't piss me off, I'll give you a discount. That work for you?

Oh - and don't try to steal my cat. Bob makes him vicious.

[ooc: the mun begs slowtime as she has to work tomorrow, but will be 'round to tag tomorrow evening.]

wizard_dresden

Okay, so the only clean shirt I could find was the one with the phrase Support Your Local Medical Examiner -- Die Strangely imprinted on it. Bite me. It's clean.

Specials
1 free drink to anyone who's died strangely*
*proof of death required

For the living:
Happy Hour prices for - Death Wish

"What'll ya have?"

wizard_dresden

[ Harry is sleeeeepy. He's behind the bar, head resting on his arms on top of the bar. He's not asleep, just resting.

Bob's skull is on the bar and Bob's awake. He might even be whistling a jaunty tune or two.

Feel free to poke the wizard for a drink. ]

wizard_dresden

I've brought the guitar with me - Butters has been hounding me to keep up with it. I don't play very well, but it helps my hand.

I can play badly and tend bar at the same time.

Specials
Chocolate Monkey
Chocolate Cow
Chocolate Honeybee

wizard_dresden

~~While the mun finishes reading the latest in the pups' canon...~~

I am here, behind the bar, serving up drinks.

Specials
Mac's Ale - any variety

"In honor of Mac. And no, you can't have it cold. Mac would kill me, or, grumble really menacingly at me, anyway."

Bob snorts from his perch on the shelf behind me.

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