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[i_was_death]

It is with pleasure that Methos takes his place behind the bar tonight.

However, once he is confronted with the prospect of writing up the specials board, his slacker gene kicks in rather hard, and he decides, instead of working his own brain to come up with a theme and drinks to match it, to work the ones of the patrons instead. So:

Get your drink

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[coreenfennel]

Coreen likes these. She's good at them. Very good. She also happens to be a complete Yeats fangirl. Thank you for letting her squee

[i_was_death]

Methos claps his hands together, clearly pleased.

"Drinks on the house, my dear!"

[coreenfennel]

She grins and scritches the baby behind the ear.

"I think I'll have...hmm...a turtle milkshake, please. And if the kitchen's still open, I wouldn't mind having two soft pretzels...with butter and extra salt; of course those don't fall under the free category."

Yeah, she has just had a baby, and is still set on random eating habits.

She holds a hand out across the Bar. "Coreen Fennel, and this little guy is Evan."

[i_was_death]

Methos takes her hand and gives it a firm shake.

"Adam Pierson. Gimme a moment, and I shall have all of it to you."

[coreenfennel]

She likes a good handshake. It bodes well.

"Nice to meet you, Adam. Thank you."

[i_was_death]

"No problem."

It's just two minutes or so later that he reappears with her request.

"All there?"

[coreenfennel]

Coreen sighs happily as she reaches for the plate and the shake.

"Yes. Thank you. If I can ask, what was the reasoning behind the specials?"

[i_was_death]

"Laziness."

At least he's honest.

[coreenfennel]

She grins. "I like it. I love poetry, and any chance I can use it...well, the better for me."

Baby Evan hears probably more than he'd like.