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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.
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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 ( Read more... )
He slides up to the Bar, and without warning (as is typical, when this one is concerned), he reaches into his mouth and pulls out an entire deck of cards, letting them fly in all directions.
When he runs out of cards, he just shrugs lightly, as though that were a totally normal thing to do.
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But there are drinks on the line, so he gets more of a smirk than an outright laugh.
"Well done there."
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Another glance at the specials board, and he frowns slightly. Hmm. This is usually made easier when specials are actually listed.
He points at the fridge curiously. Wonder what's in there tonight?
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"Let's see what we have... um, a few fingers of vodka, some cranberry juice, what looks like a very old bottle of tequila, and..."
She lifts something cloudy and mysterious out of the fridge, smells it.
"... unfortunately, a very old bottle of milk."
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He's not at all surprised that everything is different from the last time he invited himself back here.
There's got to be something back here that sounds appealing. Cranberry juice and spoilt milk do not fit into this category.
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Well, sometimes the only way to please the customer is to let the customer figure things out on his own. Besides, this isn't her bar.
Still, she has to ask: "Looking for anything particular?"
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Sometimes, he starts chucking eggs and tarantulas about.
Teller shrugs lightly at her question and starts moving stuff about the shelves. So far, nothing seems good. He picks up several bottles of something called Ol' Janx Spirit and hands them off to Melpomene. Here, hold these. They're in his way.
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She holds the bottles dutifully, glancing back every so often to see if there are any new customers.
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Finally, he seems to find what he wanted, buried amongst cans of pineapple juice and Ribena. Pulling out several cans of chocolate Yoo-hoo, Teller hops back over the Bar and takes a seat, smiling happily.
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"To each his own, I suppose."
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Teller offers her one. He finds that sharing his snacks is the best way to make friends.
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She's never actually partaken, but... there's a first time for everything.
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Teller loves the stuff.
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