Bartending

[wellthrownstone]

Garion's almost distracted as he puts the specials up this time. It's almost like he's not entirely there, like his mind is someplace else, some other world or some other concern... but he's here, which means he wants to be there. He's too practical to waste time and he'll never consider bartending a waste of time. Never

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[the_woodpecker]

Bernard and Anthony give Garion a grin and a wave as they make their way to a table.

[wellthrownstone]

Garion smiles and waves at the both of them as they pass by.

"Want me to send the rats out with anything?"

And to himself, he makes a note to let Beldaran meet Anthony at some point. She needed to socialize with someone who wasn't her Uncle Ray.

[the_woodpecker]

"Nah," Bernard replies.

"Nuuuuuh," echoes Anthony, shaking his head with dramatic flair. Bernard laughs at him.

"We're all right for now. How've you been?"

[wellthrownstone]

He shrugs as he pulls out the rag to polish the bar.

"Well enough, I suppose. The family's been here for a couple of months just recovering from some of the nonsense at home. We're heading out, though."

Right into what might be trouble.

"And yourself?"

He tilts his head and grins at Anthony.

"He's looking bigger."

[nitro_is_ace]

Well, that thing certainly isn't Magic. Magic doesn't eat people, she eats peoples' dinners. The distinction is important. Speaking of eating peoples' dinners, she's still waiting for mum to order so that she can beg for tidbits.

Mum being the smallish pyro who suddenly looks a bit wary upon discovering the Bar is not unmanned.

[wellthrownstone]

He looks down at Magic.

""Would you like something, little sister?""

[nitro_is_ace]

Magic's floppy ears perk, and she bounces up on her hind legs to better see this person that is talking to her.

"Magic." Pipes up Ace, giving her dog a look. With a huff the doberman sits back on her haunches, and encouragingly wags her tail at the nice man.
"She could do with some supper." The pyro adds, giving Magic's ears a scritch for good behavior.

[wellthrownstone]

"That's what I was asking her," he says, pointing to Magic.

Then he walks back into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a decent portion of ground red meat in a bowl. Garion walks out from behind the bar and places it on the ground for her.

""Eat well, little sister.""

[md_donighal]

"The hot buttered rum will do it for me, please," says the man in the gray suit. Then the seven-foot-tall blond bartender clicks with the description he had from Ray. "You wouldn't, by any chance, be Garion of Riva?"

[wellthrownstone]

He nods and starts putting the drink together, but looks up at the address.

"Yes, that'd be me."

He looks at the man in the gray suit.

"May I know who's asking, neighbor?"

...yes, he's borrowing from other Eddings. It's allowed. Eddings did it too.

[md_donighal]

"Michael Donighal. I'm a friend of Ray Stantz; helped him with the raid on Foliage Census and that business on the space station. I was in the war against the Other, but I missed running into him there."

[wellthrownstone]

"I fought the Other as well," he admits, "though I don't remember you. Then again, that was fifteen years ago for me."

He holds out a hand.

"But a friend of Ray's is a friend of mine."