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It's really been a very pleasant day outside, which Havelock has exploited by swimming in the lake for most of the afternoon. It's not something he has much opportunity to do back in the city, given that you don't swim in the river Ankh so much as tunnel. And even then, only if your survival instincts are severely lacking.
...Speaking of. The other week Havelock may or may not have dismissed the idea that Bar would ever consider asking him to tend. In the ordinary course of things, he would be quite correct, but tempting fate is a dangerous game.
Still damp from the water, the assassin brushes wet hair back from his forehead and raises a severe eyebrow at the napkin that just appeared in front of him. It fails to disappear.
"Oh, very well," he murmurs, resigned, and vaults over to the back to examine the books kept there to aid the less-experienced tenders. ("The Joye of Snackes?" he asks to himself, some moments in.) Then, eventually, and perhaps struck by some traces of patriotism left in his soul, he chalks up the specials in elegant cursive.
Specials - half price
Winkles Old Peculiar ale
Pinet Grogio Brindisian export
The MacAbre single-malt
Moutain-distilled Scumble
Havelock leans back, satisfied, and waits in forbidding silence* for customers.
* For once, entirely unintentional. Old habits die hard.
[OOC: And the internet HATES me. Since I am also exhausted, I shall call a halt there? ILU ALL! Thank you so much <3]
...Speaking of. The other week Havelock may or may not have dismissed the idea that Bar would ever consider asking him to tend. In the ordinary course of things, he would be quite correct, but tempting fate is a dangerous game.
Still damp from the water, the assassin brushes wet hair back from his forehead and raises a severe eyebrow at the napkin that just appeared in front of him. It fails to disappear.
"Oh, very well," he murmurs, resigned, and vaults over to the back to examine the books kept there to aid the less-experienced tenders. ("The Joye of Snackes?" he asks to himself, some moments in.) Then, eventually, and perhaps struck by some traces of patriotism left in his soul, he chalks up the specials in elegant cursive.
Specials - half price
Winkles Old Peculiar ale
Pinet Grogio Brindisian export
The MacAbre single-malt
Moutain-distilled Scumble
Havelock leans back, satisfied, and waits in forbidding silence* for customers.
* For once, entirely unintentional. Old habits die hard.
[OOC: And the internet HATES me. Since I am also exhausted, I shall call a halt there? ILU ALL! Thank you so much <3]