Tifa likes to show up a little early on nights when she's tending, and until she's supposed to officially go on duty, she spends some time wiping down the bar, humming under her breath. She has a cup of berry tea for herself behind the bar, and once she's done, she stops to take a long sip of it
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"If I'm an angel, nobody informed me before now."
Suppressing a grin, she folds her arms over her chest. "Now let me guess. You'd like a drink. A beer, probably."
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It's harder and harder to keep from grinning. "Are you one of those Earth beer types, or should I give you something more exotic?"
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With a smile still threatening to curve the corners of her lips, she casts a thoughtful eye at what's on tap. This week, she thinks, she'll have to make a point of sampling some of this vast collection just so she can make better recommendations. But for now she decides give the charming stranger a Guinness. The guy who was here earlier looked almost reverent when he had his, and something that bad can't inspire that kind of reaction.
Glass full, she puts it on the bar in front of him. "It's been a big hit tonight, but if it's not your style I can give you something angel-approved."
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A bartender worth her salt has the ability to remember a face and what that person likes, and she prides herself on what she does.
"Maybe it's for the best that you don't. This place does seem to attract all types."
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"Very nice," he says, cheerfully considering the glass for a moment before setting it down. "The Irish do know their beer. That, and leprechauns."
(It's Guinness; it's a little distinctive. Also, he watched her draw it! Helpful for figuring out what it is.)
He turns his eye back on the bartender. "I'll just have to save the heavenly recommendations for next time," he says, folding his arms on the bar and leaning in. "So, tell me, what's the official policy on having a drink while on duty?"
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She's about to ask who the Irish are -- it's another one of those Earth things, she thinks -- but then he leans in and asks about drinking on duty, and she's kind of forced to give him a slyly amused look.
"Just between us, that was something conveniently not mentioned in the staff handbook." Now she grins fully. "But in the absence of an official rule, it's my personal one to try to limit the on-duty drinking to taste tests only."
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