May 08, 2011 19:58
Castiel is standing by Bar, minding his own business, when the note appears.
Being an angel of a curious nature, he picks it up and reads it. And frowns.
“I do not understand.” A second note promptly appears. “No, I understood that,” Castiel says. “But I do not understand why….” A third note, this one apparently being a bit more Thou Shalt in tone, because Castiel acquiesces with only a slight sigh. “Yes. Of course.” A moment later, a fourth note appears, this one bearing helpful bullet points. Castiel reads it carefully. “Yes, I can fulfill these duties.”
In due course, a Specials board is written up in neat block printing:
Milk. 2% (Cow)
El Sol (Beer)
Ice Cucumber Pepsi
And Castiel is standing at attention behind the bar, his tools laid out with careful precision. Measuring cups, measuring spoons, a jigger, a cocktail shaker, a corkscrew, a cup of colorful paper umbrellas, and a large tome of drink recipes.
He looks ready. Wary. But ready.
[OOC: 11:00 PM! I think that may be the fastest three hours I've ever put it. I'll catch slowtags on the flip side.]
castiel,
vic sage,
william evans,
x-23,
stitch,
meg ford,
hawkgirl,
mia ausa