Happy Hour!

[collects_ears]

Just when you thought there was no bartender... one happens to appear.

This one in particular, is a fellow by the name of George Cooper.

If you know him, come and order something.

If you don't.. come order something!

"Tonight's drinks are Temptress, Tequilla Twilight, Triad and Tweaked."

Comments

[bloody_awful]

"I'll just have a pint of Guinness," says John, down at the far end of the bar.

He's still wearing the sign that says, "WARNING: WILL FUCK WITH YOUR HEAD (and other body parts)"

[collects_ears]

George glances at the sign.

There was a time when something like that might have fazed him. Just a bit. But that was quite some time ago.

For the moment at least - he decides it's best not to comment.

"Evening." he smiles. "One pint of Guinness, coming right up."

[bloody_awful]

"Ta." John lights a cigarette. "I've not seen you behind the bar before. But I haven't been in much lately."

[collects_ears]

"I can usually be found here, Monday nights.." he explains. "Though lately, I'm not here as of'ten as I'd like to be."

George passes the pint across the Bar.

"Where're you from?"

[a_lioness]

"You do favor the oddest names for drinks. Do the thieves know about this proclivity?"

Alanna stands nearby, almost but not quite behind the bar. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair a bit wild, and she looks utterly pleased with herself.

[collects_ears]

"After all you've seen since coming here, you think of my drink selections as a proclivity?" he arches an eyebrow at her.

[a_lioness]

"I'll have a tweaked, if you please."

She quirks her eyebrow in return, smiling.

"And how are you?"

[collects_ears]

"And watch as she neatly sidesteps answering my question entirely..."

He laughs.

"One Tweaked, as my lady commands." he starts preparing her drink.

"I'm well enough. And what of you? You've got the cat-that-swallowed-the canary look about you again.."