Bartending

[wellthrownstone]

For the purposes of mun sanity, let us say Garion has not seen Mary Sue or heard of her handy work.

Just to keep sanity.

That said, he's bartending. There aren't any specials on the board as he hadn't thought of anything good so he'd decided that the first three drinks asked of him would get put up whenever people decided to order them.

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[qsilver_md]

Well, this is convenient. Kevin shoots a suspicious look at Darien, then approaches the Bar.

"Hey, Garion."

[wellthrownstone]

...dude, something has to go right for him at this point.

Garion gives a small smile and nods to Kevin.

"How are you today, then?"

[qsilver_md]

"Not so bad, myself", he says with a glance over his shoulder. It's not that he isn't grieving for Charlie, but... they didn't really know each other that well. "Worried about Darien. You?"

[wellthrownstone]

Darien seems to be missing at the moment.

Except for that cold nudge to Kevin's back.

"Worried about--"

His eyes go wide for a moment before his head drops and he winces.

"Yes, I suppose you would be. How's he taking it?"

[trial_is_war]

Long. Day. So when he finds the bar again -- this time in his closet, where he was attempting to find a coat to go out for a drink -- he decides 'what the hell' and steps through.

Enter the Shark.

"Laphroaig. Neat."

He's never been one for chatter, but at least he's smiling?

[wellthrownstone]

"Is that a chest cold or a drink?"

He grins before beginning to pour from the bottle.

"I'm kidding."

He tries.

[trial_is_war]

"Sounds like it, doesn't it?"

Lips curl into a grin.

"And scotch does help a cold, I've found."

At least make you feel better while suffering.

[wellthrownstone]

He slides the glass across the counter.

"I haven't had a cold in ages," he says with a small smile. "Then again, my wife's pretty good about handing me my furs before I go out."