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[applelimber]

Who: Helen (applelimber), Open!
When: The beginning of happy hour.
Where: The Foxhole
Format: Paragraph, action if people want to start their own threads and do it that way.
What: The Foxhole's Grand Opening. You don't have to comment directly to Helen. :) You're welcome to start your own open or private threads.
Warnings: Possible drunkenness. Bar brawls

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[drjonessmith]

"Reminds me of home." It really did. True, it wasn't as trendy or top of the line as the London hotspots she once had, but there was something about the low lights and the smell of beer that felt familiar and pleasant. No matter where she'd gone in time and space, there was always a dingy pub. Always.

Martha was at the moment preparing the specials list on a small piece of blackboard. Helen had selected a number of interesting wines and beers from Dismas, but the other girl was especially pleased to write down her own contribution- a case of Strongbow she had gotten at Berend's. True, she had to spend two hours arguing down the price, and it was swill to begin with, but the bar seemed incomplete as long as it was unavailable.

She tried to recreate the logo in the top corner. Its toes dipped into the 4:30 on the Happy Hour, but with the limited space available it seemed pretty enough.

"What do you think?" She placed the slate near Helen's seat at the bar. "Clear enough?"

[applelimber]

"Oh?" Helen arched her brow and took a renewed look around the room. "I guess you could say it reminds me a little of some of the places I've been to too." Dingy pub, dingy tavern. The cheap booze always flows freely.

"Clear enough for me." She shrugged. Clearly, Helen wouldn't be difficult to work for. "Thanks again for all your help." Martha had been helping her get ready for days now. "In fact..." She grinned, hopping down from the other side of the bar so that she was behind it now. "First drink's all yours. What's your pleasure?"

[drjonessmith]

Martha glanced down the lines of bottles. "I'll take the summer ale." It didn't feel or look like summer recently, but it would do. She hopped over the bar top to join her employer. "And you? Might as well have the first toast together."

[applelimber]

"I'm just a plain beer girl." Though it was likely more ale where she was from, she'd acquired a taste for the cheapest, most mundane since coming here. Helen accepted a bottle and held it up for the toast.

"Here's to ringside seats." She grinned, knowing they had the best vantage points for anything and everything that went on.

[drjonessmith]

"To live entertainment." She handed the beer to the other woman and tapped the glass with her own. Martha didn't know that many people here yet, but it was nice that the people of Anatole and Earth shared a love of liquor.

"Let the games begin."