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[blowupthefloats]

Tonight's Specials
Star Burst
Stardust
Starseeker
Strawberry Starburst

John Munch is standing behind the bar, he's exchanged his jacket and sidearm for a bartender's apron, and he's ready and waiting to take your orders, Milliways.

Happy Hour is go!

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[i_spoiled_it]

A girl of sixteen or so swings down out of the rafters as if it's perfectly normal (it probably is at Milliways) to lean on the Bar, eyeing the specials thoughtfully.

"What's a Starseeker?"

[blowupthefloats]

It's certainly normal enough for Munch to not do a double-take at it anymore.

"Orange juice and grenadine with light rum and tonic water," he answers. He arches an eyebrow when he sees how young she appears.

[i_spoiled_it]

"Without the rum," Steph asks, beaming, and offers her hand across the bar. "Hi, I'm Steph."

[blowupthefloats]

He nods, accepting the offered handshake before releasing her hand to fix her drink. "John Munch."

[realmrsreynolds]

A note appears to John from the bar.

Could you bring a pot of black oolong tea to my apartment in the Staff Wing?

Sallie Reynolds, Barman.

She hates playing the boss card, but it's been a long damn day and her head is all foggy from the pain meds.

[blowupthefloats]

The sudden appearance of the note catches Munch off-guard; he's used to Bar being asleep during his shifts. Still, it doesn't take him very long to prepare the requested pot of tea. After leaving a note near the Specials board that he'll be back shortly, Munch heads off for the Staff Wing.

Some minutes later, John's knocking on the door to Sallie's apartment. "Ms. Reynolds? I have your tea."

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie's door cracks slightly, silver hair appearing first before one eye, then another - both half-lidded as though she is actually still dozing on her couch.

"Oh, thank you. Bar is not letting me be today, it seems," she offers with a certain fondness as the door swings wider. "Could you put it on the coffee table for me?"

It's John's glasses that Sallie notices first, then his hair.

John is...neat-looking.

[ooc: Are you going to be up for slowtime if I have to disappear? There is a feline Defcon One going on in my hallway...*wary*]

[blowupthefloats]

Neat-looking's good. At least he's not looking like he did the night he'd gone undercover as a crazy hobo (which Fin hadn't let him live down for days).

He nods. "No problem, ma'am," John replies, walking further into the apartment. The pot itself is setting on a small tray, with a matching cup beside it. John carefully sets the tray down on the coffee table.

"Is there anything else you need, ma'am?"

OOC: [sure, no problem! And eek! for feline Defcon One.]