Happy Hour
There are two young men behind the counter for Happy Hour tonight. They weren't forced into bartending through a series of napkins and Bar claiming she needs the rest, they asked to be here.
They have a Project for anyone willing to participate.
It might interesting. It could be disastrous. It is what it is.
After careful consideration, and with very little (read: no) consultation, Scorpius, with his very fine penmanship, takes charge of the Specials Board -
ASK ALBUS ABOUT THE SPECIAL
- and then nudges Albus to the front to take care of any waiting customers.
(He's just helping his shy friend to break out of his shell. Honest!)
[OOC: Two pups, two muns, and a bottle of Veritaserum, Happy Hour is now open! Annnd closed to new threads. Sleepy Hour is upon us. Slows are love.]
They have a Project for anyone willing to participate.
It might interesting. It could be disastrous. It is what it is.
After careful consideration, and with very little (read: no) consultation, Scorpius, with his very fine penmanship, takes charge of the Specials Board -
ASK ALBUS ABOUT THE SPECIAL
- and then nudges Albus to the front to take care of any waiting customers.
(He's just helping his shy friend to break out of his shell. Honest!)
[OOC: Two pups, two muns, and a bottle of Veritaserum, Happy Hour is now open! Annnd closed to new threads. Sleepy Hour is upon us. Slows are love.]