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When Jack comes down to the bar tonight, all he wants is a drink.
Instead, what he get is a note, in Bar's 'handwriting'.
Your turn. The book of drink recipes is on the counter.
"Oh, no. No way, Bar. I've paid my tab."
Yes way. I need my beauty sleep.
Five futile minutes later, Jack's standing behind the bar, looking mutinous. Behind him the specials board reads:
All hard liquor,
1/2 off.
Just because he has to be behind the bar doesn't mean he has to like it, or make Bar any money.
[ooc: open until I say it's not!]
Instead, what he get is a note, in Bar's 'handwriting'.
Your turn. The book of drink recipes is on the counter.
"Oh, no. No way, Bar. I've paid my tab."
Yes way. I need my beauty sleep.
Five futile minutes later, Jack's standing behind the bar, looking mutinous. Behind him the specials board reads:
All hard liquor,
1/2 off.
Just because he has to be behind the bar doesn't mean he has to like it, or make Bar any money.
[ooc: open until I say it's not!]