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[no_prisoner]

The time has come once again; Eddie's favorite Happy Hour theme night.

Welcome to Milliways Bar Happy Hour

Name-Your-Own-Cocktail Night!

You give me a name. I'll invent the drink that goes with it on the spot.

Stump me and drink free for the night!

"Step right up, folks. I'm Eddie Dean, and I'll be your bartender tonight. What can I get ya?"

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[vs_nuggan]

A young red-brown haired teen pulls herself up onto a barstool in front of him.

On her front is a tiny baby in a sling carrier.

"Hello Mr Dean."

[no_prisoner]

"Yo, Shufti." He waves at the baby. "Your little guy?"

[vs_nuggan]

She smiles and nods, whilst her mun threatens LJ with a big stick.

"Yes, he's called Jack."

[no_prisoner]

"He's cute." A grin.

"Can I get you anything?"

[vs_nuggan]

"Thank you. What does the sign say?" she asks.

[no_prisoner]

Eddie glances back at. "Oh, tonight is a special theme night for the Bar. There are all kinds of cocktails with funny names that people drink already. Tonight people can give me a name that isn't already a drink, and I make one up for them on the spot."

[vs_nuggan]

She looks confused.

"What sort of names? You can make a drink called anything?"

[no_prisoner]

"Yeah, pretty much."

[vs_nuggan]

"So you could make a drink called 'Counting pine sitting on a hill with a squirrel in it'? That would be non-alcoholic since I'm breast feeding."

[no_prisoner]

"Yeah, in theory. It's a little long for a cocktail, but whatever. Gimme a second."

Okay, so obviously pineapple juice. Seven Up, for the counting part, which is safe because it's just fizz and vague lemon flavor, won't make it too unpalatable.

Dash of cinnamon is the squirrel in the tree.

The hill--

Pour the above over a layer of honey, which should also help sweeten it. He pours it all into a stemmed glass, and stirs. "Here you go."

[vs_nuggan]

"Wow! Thanks." She takes the glass, a large bruise just peeping out from under her sleeve before she adjusts her jumper. She sips it, eyes wide.

"It moves!"

[no_prisoner]

He laughs. "Yeah. Carbonation."

[vs_nuggan]

"isn't that a type of chicken?"

[no_prisoner]

"...I'm pretty sure it isn't," he says dubiously.

[vs_nuggan]

[ooc: I'm going to have to bail, sorry. My wrist is killing. Nice playing with you, sorry rather short.]

Shufti shrugs "Maybe it was something similar."

Jack begins to wail, so she picks up the glass.

"I think he's hungry, so I'd better go somewhere a little less public. Thanks for the drink, see you later."

[no_prisoner]

"See you."