| Happy Hour! |
[Dec. 10th, 2008|21:04 ] |
Your bartender is on duty, serving up drinks and advice, like any good bartender would. Step up and order or spill your soul. He's got a rag. He'll clean it up. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2008|22:00 ] |
"No. Just no. I'm not doing it. I am not dressing up like that," Jack states emphatically to the bartender.
Jim replies with, "It's what you picked, Chief. You agreed to play."
"I changed my mind."
"That's dangerous around here." Jim taps the bar lightly. "Sure you won't reconsider? She's not always forgiving if you anger her."
Jack flails - no, actually flails. "It's just a bar!"
Jim shrugs. "Suit yourself, Chief."
Suddenly Jack finds himself not only dressed as a maid, but as a slutty maid at that. He should've dressed himself. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|21:50 ] |
Fiyero liked to think that he was taking this place in stride, all things considered. His son was here and considerably older than he remembered the boy being. Furthermore, he had apparently been raised by some sort of Wizard and ... he didn't know how well that sat with him, but Liir had seemed nice enough.
Still, he'd delayed coming downstairs for a day or so before his hunger got the best of him.
That was the reason he was now sitting at the bar, quietly eating a sandwich and a bowl of soup and mostly keeping to himself.
But we all know that you can't be by yourself at the bar for too long. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|23:42 ] |
Michael is watching. He's watching to make sure a small child who wants to be toddling doesn't not-toddle too close to where he's sitting. He doesn't mind the child as long as she maintains a respectable distance. In this case, that means, anywhere Michael can't safely step over or around her.
The girl in question is blonde, like her mother, with sharp blue eyes that see everything (that's like her father) and she's cruising along on all fours like she's trying out for the Indy 500. This is almost a frightening concept for someone who doesn't much like or get along with children.
Thankfully, her mother is nearby, keeping a close eye on her.
Unfortunately, the blind bartender is snickering under his breath where he thinks Michael can't hear him. |
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| Happy Hour |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|21:37 ] |
And tonight's specials are written on the board behind the bar in light chalk. Not written by Jim, but by the bar herself, special lady that she is.
Tonight's Specials
Blind Russian
Blinder
Blindside
Snow Blinder
Have a drink. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2008|19:51 ] |
Ex-Army Ranger, also former Major Crimes Detective, currently perched behind the bar cleaning glasses and seeming to be enjoying himself.
He can't see, so it's unlikely he's written specials on the board, if he's even chosen any. |
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| Order up - |
[Feb. 17th, 2008|00:08 ] |
The bar's fully stocked - for now - and behind said bar is the current head bartender. Now, we're not exactly sure how this switch took place. Maybe it was the weird dimensional shift, maybe the Bar got confused, but there's a new head bartender and he's confused about this choice, but he'll give it a go.
Keep in mind that he is sight impaired. But also keep in mind that his other senses are heightened to an amazing degree. He can tell the difference in alcohols by taste and / or smell. (He might be able to do so by touch, but it's a waste to pour good stock over his hand just to see if he can determine vodka from bourbon.)
However, given his impaired vision, the Bar, herself, might have a slight tendency to mix things up a bit when patrons order drinks from her. Especially if a 'tender from an earlier shift puts bottles back in the wrong locations. Imagine your Tequila Sunrise made with Blue Curacao instead of Grenadine (which, while not alcoholic, is a key ingredient in several mixed beverages). Odd taste there, no? While it won't kill you, it may make you splutter a bit. Just don't spit on the bar and things should be just fine.
Jim's behind the bar and ready to serve. "What'll you have, chief?" |
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