Yrael can't, in all faith, call it Happy Hour, when he and most of those he cares for are anything but. He can't fake it, despite the strange holiday that has gripped the bar.
Even so, the specials board is put up with the discounted drinks for his shift.
Specials!
Pain KillerBad HabitDamned If You DoLifesaverAll whiskey 1/2-price
...So Yrael has some stuff weighing on his mind, that might have colored his perusal of the recipe books.
"What's your poison, people?"
Bright Shiner, standing by.
(ooc: Closed for the night, y'all. A mun's gotta sleep!)