Happy Hour
There are only two living people who can get away with telling Skaði what to do--a fact of which she is very proud--and neither of them (thankfully for everybody) is in the bar.
Technically, though, the Bar doesn't quite count as a person (she thinks), so the note that appears when she comes indoors tonight for some Atlantean doesn't immediately send her into a rage. She thinks about it, crumples the note up and takes her place behind the bar.
But the note said nothing about being friendly, so she scrawls on the board in clumsy handwriting:
Specials:
Anything you want, as long as it's vodka
Free drinks for kin
She pours herself a glass of Atlantean and leans against the bar to wait.
Technically, though, the Bar doesn't quite count as a person (she thinks), so the note that appears when she comes indoors tonight for some Atlantean doesn't immediately send her into a rage. She thinks about it, crumples the note up and takes her place behind the bar.
But the note said nothing about being friendly, so she scrawls on the board in clumsy handwriting:
Specials:
Anything you want, as long as it's vodka
Free drinks for kin
She pours herself a glass of Atlantean and leans against the bar to wait.