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Jun 08, 2010 18:06

Tonight, one of Puck's long-cherished dreams has finally come true:

He's been permitted to bartend.

For a long period of time, the sound of fairy giggling (recognizable because it seesaws between a high, crystalline snicker and the low burbling tone of a rushing brook) can be discerned from behind the Bar. When Puck finally pops up and ponders the specials board, he is grinning broadly and ignoring the bland speculation of one Havelock Vetinari from the extreme end of the Bar.

After a moment, the following letters appear in a shimmering, spidery hand:

SPECIALS

African Lullaby
Dance With A Dream
Salmon Colada
Fairytale

He rolls up his sleeves-- it seems the thing to do-- and watches with pleasant interest as, one by one, a cluster of fairy lights appears like glimmering motes of dust and fans out along the Bar in a decorative manner.

[ooc: Havelock is not actually taggable, but Puck certainly is! AS A WARNING: Puck is liable to randomly substitute drink ingredients without warning and commit other acts of mischief. If you would love that to not happen, or want something specific to happen, gimme a shout at Merky Dee and we'll figure something out.

Sorry, brain failing. I gotta call slowtime, kids. Possibly not-to-be-picked-up.]

puck, pan, george sands, happy hour, agent zed, river tam, mia ausa, bela talbot

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