Happy Hour!

[song_of_stars]

A muse in her usual black and silver draperies and bare feet walks through the observation window and over to the bar. She wrinkles her nose when she sees there's no 'tender and walks around behind the polished wooden surface. The trail of tiny planets and stars that followed her in dance around for a moment and then spread themselves out along the counter, as if waiting for instructions.

"I guess we could. I don't mind."

She thinks for a moment and then writes on the chalkboard.

Happy Hour
Star Burst
Stardust
Starseeker
Cosmos

She stands and waits for the patrons, playing quietly with a scrying crystal.