Happy Hour

[not_his_pa]

The Bar finds William as he's limping his way through the last of his chores and checking that the tack's stored away. He smiles as he comes through, time's been on his side and he's healing up. The bruises on his face are pretty colors but healing, his knee hurts but he can walk on it and his elbow's bending better

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[evil_koala_626]

Stitch's door and appetite don't normally coincide with Happy Hour. When your door decides to up an dissapear though it tends to limit your options. There is a pattering of rapid footsteps as something small approaches the bar. Moments later a... creature has scaled the nearest stool and pauses for a moment, peering at William through large crimson eyes.

Beat.

An empty jar is pointedly thunked on to Bar's surface.

"More," growls the figure with a hint of urgency. Most days the 'please' would follow after a few seconds. Today is not most days.

[not_his_pa]

William reflexively goes for a gun that's not on his hip and tries not to stare too much,

"More what?"

[evil_koala_626]

William's question prompts a look. It is a look that clearly calls his intelligence into question.

Ordinarily the staring might garner a snigger. At the moment, however Stitch is hungry. Stitch has never been quite this hungry before.

"More." Honestly. The jar is pushed farther across the Bar. Surely William knows what Guava mustard is! Or, y'know, can read the label.

[not_his_pa]

He hadn't realized the jar had a label due to well Stitch but carefully William takes the jar and backs up,

"I'm goin' to go into the kitchen and see if they have some. Don't eat anyone."

[wurstoftheworst]

The Milliways kitchens, as one might expect, have a well-stocked pantry. Too well-stocked, if anything; there's a little bit of everything, but finding any particular item is going to be a bit of a challenge.

However, not everything in the pantry is neatly stacked. A box on a lower shelf has broken open, spilling bright-red wrappers, also torn open, all over the floor.

...if one didn't know better, one would swear that the box and the wrappers were ripped open from the inside.

[not_his_pa]

Its an impressive box and William carefully steps around it and searches through the mustards until he finds the one he wants.

He grabs the biggest jar he can find and hopes its enough to satisfy the thing out there. While he's there he considers the other mustards and grabs the two jars on the other side of the guava as well; mango and papaya.

The name on the wrappers is odd, calling something were doesn't seem like a good idea. With his boot, he pushes them towards one of the trash cans, he doesn't really want to pick it up but he knows the rats don't like a mess. He doesn't notice that one of the wrappers attaches itself to the heel of one of his boots as he's concentrating on not dropping the jars.

[evil_koala_626]

"Blargh," blarghs Stitch in the meanwhile, itching himself furiously under one arm. This might be disspariging the stupidity of Willima's admonishment. Or it might be an exclimation of impatience at tonight's service. More likely than not, it's both. Both of those and the rash. The rash is less than fun.

Claws are drummed on the Bar. When William does not return promptly enough, he begins eating the garnishes.

[not_his_pa]

William's getting there as quick as he can, his knee still hurts and he places the jars of mustard on the counter,

"There you go. What are you eatin'?"

[evil_koala_626]

MUNCH MUNCH MUN-

"Naga. Nothing." Nothing at all! The remaining half of a swizzle stick is hastily inhaled as the alien all but lunges across the bar to scoop up the jars with both arms.

Watching Stitch eat is ordinarily a facinating experience. Today's performance is no exception. One of the jars is promptly unscrewed and upended in to his cavernous maw with speed bordering on desperation.

[not_his_pa]

As soon as Stitch starts towards the jars, William backs up and almost trips over the stool he was sitting on and curses as that makes his knee hurt,

"That ain't right."

[evil_koala_626]

Well, we can hardly blame him. It's not a pretty sight.

Stitch tackles the contents of those jars like an alien possessed. A great deal of lip smacking and gooey noises follow, mustard flowing down Stitch's throat, his front, and the bar. Eventually when the contents of all three jars has disappeared, the experiment stands on the stool, head wedged as deeply in to the mouth of last jar as possible, slurping hungrily away at the few lingering morsels.

More.

More.

"More."

[not_his_pa]

At the last More, William does fall over, landing badly on his knee as he slips on the wrapper.

He pulls it off and tosses it away, a stray breeze carries it into the main Bar as he goes back into the kitchen. Walking now hurts but he doesn't want that thing looking at him hungrily.

As quick as he can, he gathers up the biggest mustard containers he can carry, two about the size of Stitch and dumps them on the counter, "There, eat that, not anyone."

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch pulls a face as one of the mustard pots is seized with two clawed hands.

"Stitch good. Stitch naga..." Unfortunately, whatever it is Stitch does or does not do trails away as the alien gazes blankly off in to nothing. He even seems to have forgotten about the mustard.

Blink.

Headtilt.

Blink.

[not_his_pa]

William takes that moment of blankness as an opening to grab the empty mustard jars and get them off the counter.

[evil_koala_626]

To all appearances Stitch seems to have checked out early. his eyes remain glazed, his head canted to one side almost as if he's listening to someone speaking. That would be ridiculous of course. It's not as though William's being particularly chatty.

It all happens in a blur.

The enormous red eyes flick to the boys outstretched arm. There's a streak of motion as toothy jaws gape wide...

[not_his_pa]

And William's arm isn't there though he does fall over again since he moved fast but not thoughtfully and his knee is really complaining.

He manages to yell but its not that firm,

"No bitin'!"