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[lissla_lissar]

When Lissar finally goes to the Bar and sets her laptop on it a note pops up. Notes, of course, are to be read.

This one asks her to Bartend...and she winces with amusement a little bit before saying, "Of course." and gliding behind the bar.

Specials
White Lady
Truck Punch
Dog Biscuit

"Alright. Let's see how this goes."

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[foxy_rogue]

There is a fox.

A fox giving the specials board a particularly puzzled stare.

Perhaps he doesn't understand why a biscuit for a dog would be any different than a biscuit for, say, anyone else.

Things get difficult when one deals with the furless ones.

[lissla_lissar]

"May I help you?" Lissar asks, laughing softly at the look on his face. Ash is rather more direct. She goes ahead and places her front paws on the fox's shoulders, licking his face.

He's her height! And furry!

[foxy_rogue]

"Now ma---ack!" Robin's attempt to be understanding at this somewhat forward female is cut off under a veritable storm of licking. Oh, how he hopes Marian does not chose this moment to find this place. He would never be able to explain this.

[lissla_lissar]

Lissar laughs and reaches over the Bar to grab Ash and pull her off, "Ash. Down, Ash, silly dog."

[foxy_rogue]

Robin makes good his escape, fleetly scrambling up a barstool beyond the range of ardent kisses of the doggy type.

"Good heavens. Is she always so... forward?" He asks, attempting to be polite, difficult as this may be while wiping his mouth with the back of his arm.

[lissla_lissar]

"Not usually." Lissar says, Ash creeping around behind the Bar and laying down in embarrassment, "You must have a scent on you that she found interesting. My apologies."