Happy Hour
"What? Bullshit."
Guess who got The Napkin?
I don't see why you're so upset.
"Oh, gee, I don't know, maybe it's because of that MRE bullshit you pulled a couple days ago?"
Can't you take a joke?
"So long as it doesn't give me goddamn indigestion, yeah."
Look, this is the fastest way to pay off your tab.
"What tab? I paid all that shit off days ago. You'll do anything to screw with -"
Just do it.
Voodoo sighs and gets to work - that specials board isn't going to fill itself out.
Two minutes later, it's done.
Specials
Everything except cocktails
Don't ask me to make a cocktail and your drink is half off
We never said he was all that imaginative.
Anyone passing by will see Voodoo sitting on a stool behind the bar, crossed feet on the bar and reading through a copy of Paradise Lost. The M60? It's behind him, on top of the drinking cabinet. Well inside his peripheral vision, though - he's not stupid.
Guess who got The Napkin?
I don't see why you're so upset.
"Oh, gee, I don't know, maybe it's because of that MRE bullshit you pulled a couple days ago?"
Can't you take a joke?
"So long as it doesn't give me goddamn indigestion, yeah."
Look, this is the fastest way to pay off your tab.
"What tab? I paid all that shit off days ago. You'll do anything to screw with -"
Just do it.
Voodoo sighs and gets to work - that specials board isn't going to fill itself out.
Two minutes later, it's done.
Specials
Everything except cocktails
Don't ask me to make a cocktail and your drink is half off
We never said he was all that imaginative.
Anyone passing by will see Voodoo sitting on a stool behind the bar, crossed feet on the bar and reading through a copy of Paradise Lost. The M60? It's behind him, on top of the drinking cabinet. Well inside his peripheral vision, though - he's not stupid.