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[lissla_lissar]

When Lissar finally goes to the Bar and sets her laptop on it a note pops up. Notes, of course, are to be read.

This one asks her to Bartend...and she winces with amusement a little bit before saying, "Of course." and gliding behind the bar.

Specials
White Lady
Truck Punch
Dog Biscuit

"Alright. Let's see how this goes."

Comments

[mend_and_defend]

Bob hasn't seen Lissar since he was turned into an Autobot, and hasn't heard from her since she was sick with the flu. She looks healthy enough now.

"Hey, Lissar. What's processing?"

[lissla_lissar]

"If by that you mean what is happening, I would say that bartending is the answer. I have been asked to do so, and am pleased at it." Lissar states with a smile.

[mend_and_defend]

"There seems to be a lot of that happening lately," says Bob. "Dot's been roped into tending bar a couple of times, too. I'm honestly surprised she didn't apply to do it on a regular basis... So, other than that, what have you been up to lately?"

[lissla_lissar]

"Many things." Lissar admits, "Planning Ace's party, Halo competitions with my beloved, and working on our contingency planning in case of emergency."

[foxy_rogue]

There is a fox.

A fox giving the specials board a particularly puzzled stare.

Perhaps he doesn't understand why a biscuit for a dog would be any different than a biscuit for, say, anyone else.

Things get difficult when one deals with the furless ones.

[lissla_lissar]

"May I help you?" Lissar asks, laughing softly at the look on his face. Ash is rather more direct. She goes ahead and places her front paws on the fox's shoulders, licking his face.

He's her height! And furry!

[foxy_rogue]

"Now ma---ack!" Robin's attempt to be understanding at this somewhat forward female is cut off under a veritable storm of licking. Oh, how he hopes Marian does not chose this moment to find this place. He would never be able to explain this.

[lissla_lissar]

Lissar laughs and reaches over the Bar to grab Ash and pull her off, "Ash. Down, Ash, silly dog."

[merry_scamp]

There is a thump, somewhere below the bar.

Then the rough sound of wood-on-wood as a stool is dragged to the proper position.

Then laborious huffing and puffing sounds as the stool is climbed, since stools really aren't meant to be climbed, and are considerably more difficult to climb than, say, a tree, or Farmer Cotton's fence.

"Ah, excuse me miss, do you have beer in pints?" Asks the very eager young hobbit as he (somewhat breathlessly) stands atop the barstool.

[lissla_lissar]

"I am certain so." Lissar says, blinking for a moment and fumbling around, "What sort of beer would you like?"

[merry_scamp]

"Oooooooh... a big one, please." Merry nods fervently. "I have coin to pay for it, see..." He rambles on, showing the money pouch tied to his belt. "And I'm awful thirsty, miss."

[lissla_lissar]

Lissar blinks for several moments, then pulls a rather large mug of something at random.

It's...very dark, anyway?

[gondolin_noble]

Glorfindel is not often at a loss. If you live for long enough, you experience most awkward situations at least once, and thus learn how to deal with them.

But he would rather like a glass of wine, but he would also rather not scare the young lady behind the counter (again).

Humans, he has decided, can be deucedly difficult to deal with.

[lissla_lissar]

Lissar, upon seeing him, offers a wry smile and states firmly, "I am not so much a wild animal as I once was. I fear you no longer."

[gondolin_noble]

"Madam, you mock me." Glorfindel sighs, playing wounded. "I did not think you a wild animal... merely a hoyden. Perhaps a wild hoyden, but still."

[lissla_lissar]

"No," Lissar says with a shake of her head, "if anything I mock wild animals; I was afraid for reasons which are good...but not yours to have caused. My father has since been dealt with."