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Like any hard-drinking bar denizen, Melpomene eventually has to pay her dues. In part, this means tending the bar when she's told.
A little grumpy, Melpomene heads behind the bar and lights up. (What's a proper bar without a fine fog of cigarette smoke?) With her free hand, she writes:
Specials:
Make me laugh, half-off drinks.
... then she presses her hands gently to the hardwood, and watches, and waits.
(ooc: open for the night.)
tiny tag: Orpheus
A little grumpy, Melpomene heads behind the bar and lights up. (What's a proper bar without a fine fog of cigarette smoke?) With her free hand, she writes:
Specials:
Make me laugh, half-off drinks.
... then she presses her hands gently to the hardwood, and watches, and waits.
(ooc: open for the night.)
tiny tag: Orpheus