bartending

Feb 17, 2009 18:50

All Bobby wanted to do was come in for a six-pack so he didn't have to go out for one. He's got his own idea of what he needs to be doing -- there's a sheaf of papers ripped out of a book to translate and send down to Cheyenne to be pieced back together, and there's his battered old copy of The Milagro Beanfield War to reread for the fifth time -- ( Read more... )

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mr_v_and_mr_c February 18 2009, 02:01:43 UTC
"And why are we forbidden to inquite as to it's variety, my good man?" This from a short, fox-faced and rather sinister man.

"That is, why not ask," explains his friend, a tall, wolfish, equally sinister fellow.

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salver February 18 2009, 02:08:10 UTC
Bobby's smile is easy.

"You could ask. I don't know the answer."

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mr_v_and_mr_c February 18 2009, 02:11:36 UTC
"Point, point." the shorter man grins, revealing teeth like an accident in a graveyard. "I don't believe we've met. Mr. Croup at your service, and my boon companion here is Mr. Vandemar."

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salver February 18 2009, 02:17:06 UTC
"John Nichols is the name," Bobby says smoothly. "And how's your collective evening going?"

(He's looking forward to the day when he can go by Pete Coors, personally. He's done it once or twice overseas, and it hasn't gotten old yet.)

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mr_v_and_mr_c February 18 2009, 02:20:28 UTC
"Great." Vandemar smiles, too. There are red-brown stains on his teeth, as though he'd been eating raw meat. "We've had a fun day."

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salver February 18 2009, 02:38:49 UTC
(Only problem is Pete Coors's politics. Oh well.)

"Glad to hear it. Anything I can get you gentlemen?"

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mr_v_and_mr_c February 18 2009, 02:45:49 UTC
"Atlantians, please."

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salver February 18 2009, 03:00:58 UTC
There's a bottle off to Bobby's right labeled Atlantean that he's pretty sure wasn't there two minutes ago. He reaches for it, and pulls down a couple of wine glasses. Pouring with polish isn't a skill that comes naturally to him, but nothing spills.

"Anything else I can get you?"

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mr_v_and_mr_c February 18 2009, 03:04:45 UTC
"Something to eat would be nice," says Croup. "Steak, maybe? Rare for preference--well, probably raw for preference, but that tends to freak people out. So rare will do."

"Ever had this?" adds Vandemar, holding up the wine.

"Of course he hasn't, he's still got a working liver."

"Could change that . . ."

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salver February 18 2009, 03:18:27 UTC
And Bobby isn't fussed. "You know, gentlemen, I think you can just make your own requests from now on -- you okay with that?" He pats the bartop; there's no sign of protest.

"You have a good night, now." And Bobby moves down the bar.

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mr_v_and_mr_c February 18 2009, 03:20:38 UTC
They nod to him.

"Good night, then."

"Bye."

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