When Yrael puts up the Special's Board this evening, he's looking smirky and entirely too smug about something (it might be a little worrisome), and the drinks up on the board reflect that.
Happy Hour Specials!
Atlantean Wine
Dirty BastardsDeath from AboveFiery Balls of DeathPure White EvilPsycho Killer (Qu'est-ce que c'est?)
"Come and pick your poison, my friends," Yrael calls. "Happy Hour is open for business."
He settles behind the bar, humming a
catchy tune under his breath.
(ooc: Sleeptime. Will tag as tag can. <3)