(Untitled)

[wine_women_song]

*With a bounce to his step, Dionysus slides behind the bar. He gives her a welcome pat. And pauses when a bottle of champange appears in an ice bucket

Comments

[beauty_marred]

Narcissa makes a soft sound of approval and settles as gracefully as possible on a barstool.

"The fresh fruit bowl and the garlic naan, please. And a glass of champagne, but just the one."

[wine_women_song]

Certainly.

*He calls the order back to the kitchen, then pours the champagne in a fluted glass for her.*

The food will be a moment.

[beauty_marred]

She nods in appreciation and accepts the glass.

"This is one of the more interesting selections I've seen offered."

[wine_women_song]

We try to keep a good variety of food going. It's mostly up to the chef's decision, with suggestions from the bar patrons. We do also have our regular fare of fried paradoxes, as well as...well, any food that you might be in the mood for. The happy hour menu is more of the freshly-prepared variety, as it were.

[beauty_marred]

"Still, it offers a choice of items we may not think of ourselves."

Let's ignore the fact that Narcissa practically lives on fruit plates.

[wine_women_song]

*Turning to a call, he ducks into the kitchen and returns with said fruit bowl and garlic naan bread, also putting down a napkin and silverware.*

Here you are! If you need anything else, please let me know, Ms...sorry, I didn't catch your name?

[beauty_marred]

"Mrs. Malfoy. Narcissa Malfoy." She corrects. "I will be certain to inform you, thank you."

[wine_women_song]

*He sketches a small bow, elegant given the space he has to bow in.*

Certainly, Mrs. Malfoy. My name is Dionysus -- just holler if you need to catch my attention.

[beauty_marred]

"Dionysus. Really." She looks mildly impressed as she sips her champagne. "I certainly will."

[wine_women_song]

*Bowing again, he moves down the bar, assisting other patrons.*