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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

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