Happy Hour
When Marian came in for tea, a napkin with a note appeared instead of her order. She cocked her head to read it, blue-grey eyes widening as she picked up. She looked at the crowd, the area behind the bar, and back at the bar. She made a face which could only be construed between of course and why not.
Another napkin then appeared which she picked up and focused on reading while she walked behind the bar.
After a few minutes of situating herself with everything, she turned around and wrote on the board.
Happy Hour Specials
Merry Men
Robin Hood
The Lionheart
The Green Wood
Sherwood Forest
1/2 off anything with the word 'tea' in it
Setting her hands on the bar, on the opposite side from what she's used to, and trying not to look the nervous-giddy she felt, Marian called out;
"Happy Hour, Ladies and Gentleman."
[OOC: Happy Hour is now offically closed. And I am shortly off to sleep.]
Another napkin then appeared which she picked up and focused on reading while she walked behind the bar.
After a few minutes of situating herself with everything, she turned around and wrote on the board.
Happy Hour Specials
Merry Men
Robin Hood
The Lionheart
The Green Wood
Sherwood Forest
1/2 off anything with the word 'tea' in it
Setting her hands on the bar, on the opposite side from what she's used to, and trying not to look the nervous-giddy she felt, Marian called out;
"Happy Hour, Ladies and Gentleman."
[OOC: Happy Hour is now offically closed. And I am shortly off to sleep.]