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Leela clomps up to the Bar. "One appletini, please." Nothing. "Uh... Bar?"
A rather long sheet of paper appears in front of the cyclopean mutant. "What's this? ...Is this my TAB?! I can't afford that!"
'No handouts! You want booze? Earn it!
Cocktail book and specials board under the bar.
Zzzzzz....'
"Wait, what do you mean--Bar? HEY!" Leela cries, peering uselessly into the lacquered bartop. Well, it looks like she has a job to do. Which could only mean one thing!
...Three hours later, she emerges behind the bar with an extremely detailed inventory list. The alcohol has been alphabetized, and arranged by category (Beers, Hard liquor, Liqueurs, et. al.). And the specials board is mounted off to the side.
Happy Hour Specials!
Mutated Mothers Milk
Captain with a Skirt*
Eye of the Storm*
Space Odyssey
*(or substitute Slurm for Coca-Cola!)
HALF-OFF ANY DRINK IF:
You can best the bartender in an Acloovian Death Match!**
She checks everything off on her To-Do list (hey, if you're gonna do a job, do it obsessively right), throws a towel over her shoulder, and leans on the Bar.
"Happy Hour is officially open! Come one, come all, to the gun show!"
**Also known as a Thumb-War. ...Acloovian's are very small. >.>
[tiny!tag: Captain Turanga Leela, Charlie Monroe]
A rather long sheet of paper appears in front of the cyclopean mutant. "What's this? ...Is this my TAB?! I can't afford that!"
'No handouts! You want booze? Earn it!
Cocktail book and specials board under the bar.
Zzzzzz....'
"Wait, what do you mean--Bar? HEY!" Leela cries, peering uselessly into the lacquered bartop. Well, it looks like she has a job to do. Which could only mean one thing!
...Three hours later, she emerges behind the bar with an extremely detailed inventory list. The alcohol has been alphabetized, and arranged by category (Beers, Hard liquor, Liqueurs, et. al.). And the specials board is mounted off to the side.
Happy Hour Specials!
Mutated Mothers Milk
Captain with a Skirt*
Eye of the Storm*
Space Odyssey
*(or substitute Slurm for Coca-Cola!)
HALF-OFF ANY DRINK IF:
You can best the bartender in an Acloovian Death Match!**
She checks everything off on her To-Do list (hey, if you're gonna do a job, do it obsessively right), throws a towel over her shoulder, and leans on the Bar.
"Happy Hour is officially open! Come one, come all, to the gun show!"
**Also known as a Thumb-War. ...Acloovian's are very small. >.>
[tiny!tag: Captain Turanga Leela, Charlie Monroe]