[ happy hour ]

[almosthonorable]

Ben Wade is greeted with a handful of surprises when he enters the bar.

One is delicious.

Another is unexpected, to say the least

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[starrydome]

Elrond looks at the specials board, speculativly.
Then he looks at the Man behind the counter and asks, "Which choice would you recommend?"

He's shedding his outer, dark grey wool robe as he speaks, having just gotten in from someplace quite a bit cooler than this. Underneath he is wearing a blue linen tunic dotted with white delicate embroidered blossoms, down the sleeves. His hair is pulled back and his ears and eyes are very visible.

[almosthonorable]

As Ben dries a just-washed coffee mug, he tips his head toward the newcomer in greeting.

The man's appearance is certainly intriguing, but Ben doesn't openly stare at those ears - it's just not the polite thing to do.

"That depends on what you're lookin' for," he says, ever the diplomat behind the counter. "The milk punch is even better than I thought it'd be, but it's icy. If you just came in from the cold, somethin' hot might suit you better."

[starrydome]

"Yes," Elrond agrees. "Something to warm me up would be a good thing right now. So - coffee?"

He sits down and looks around, mainly to see if there are any familiar faces. His hair is very dark and very long, the braids held in place with small silver needles and clasps.

[almosthonorable]

Ben nods.

"Coffee it is."

He snags a clean mug, and reaches for the percolator.

"Bourbon?"

[starrydome]

"It is a spirit, yes?" Elrond checks, nodding his assent.

[almosthonorable]

"One of the best, in my not so humble opinion," he says, filling the mug with bourbon and coffee in short order.

Ben slides over the cup, as well as a small pitcher of cream.

[starrydome]

"And one adds the cream to the cup, yes?"

Who knows? You might be supposed to drink it after the fact. There is no accounting for customs. Or taste.