Bartending!

[antishinra]

Tifa's spent most of the afternoon working out by the lake. The change in seasons marked without her nearest and dearest makes her a little more melancholy than she hopes to let on, but even though she knows the lake and its surroundings are magic -- an illusion -- today the brightness gleaming off the water seemed... really nice. Or maybe she

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[bothbutneither]

He's not usually much for paying attention to the specials on the board on his way through, but the words Arctic Kiss bring back so many memories of frigidly cold and sad Blue Crow that he has to stop and ask about it.

"What's an Arctic Kiss? The drink version, that is. I know what a real one is." He's never met this bartender, but that's no surprise: if he's not playing his sax at a place, he pays so little attention to the people working there. That's kind of a shame, because a second glance tells him that he and this very pretty lady could have a great discussion on the care and feeding of long black hair.

But if the Arctic Kiss ingredients sound good, he might just have to take one upstairs for Faye. Even if she's not there, it's the thought that counts, right?

[antishinra]

He reminds her just a little bit of Vincent. The hair's different, though, and while Vincent's long hair sometimes has a tendency to seem a little wayward, this guy's hair looks like pure silk.

Not to mention his eyes are blue -- like Cloud's used to be before the mako -- and he's already smiling at her.

"It's pretty simple: chilled vodka and champagne. Would you like to try one?" Curious, she smiles back. "And have you been to the Arctic?"

She's gotten the impression it's a lot like the very northernmost parts of the Northern Continent.

[bothbutneither]

Chilled vodka and champagne sounds exactly like his kind of drink; he'll have to get a second one for Faye. "I'd love to try one. It sounds great."

Shaking back his hair -- there's a reason he always wore it tied back when he played at the Rester House -- he takes a seat at the bar. "I haven't been to the Arctic on Earth, but the planet I lived on before I got here was far away from the sun and really cold. It snowed... oh, eleven months out of the year."

It's funny what people can get used to. Sure, he missed the warmth of the engineered days on Mars and the way the phase gates magnified the sun's rays so nicely there, but it isn't something he even thought about most of the time.

[antishinra]

"Really?" Even in the middle of pouring his drink, she sounds impressed. She can hardly imagine living in a place like that. "I hope you like snow."

She likes it. Coming in from the cold and having a hot drink is a comfort, and sometimes a snowball fight is just plain good for the soul. But she doesn't think she'd like snow eleven months out of the year.

She puts his glass, the sides of it fogged, down in front of him. "So you're not from Earth, either. We're in a definite minority."

But she doesn't sound like she minds very much.

[chime_ra_tilt]

Zelgadiss tends to avoid Happy Hours. Bar's service came with a refreshing lack of staring, which isn't garuanteed when there's an actual person doing the drinks.

Some days, however, he has horrible timing.

"What's in a Tokyo Rose?" he asks eventually, keeping his hood up.

(ooc: Mun is at work, so replies may be slow, but wanted to tag anyway! ^_^)

[antishinra]

It seems kind of odd that he doesn't so much as pull his hood down since he's inside, but... there are a couple of things she's sure of: it's not a black cloak and he's not talking about the reunion, and if she can deal with the way Vincent tends to duck his face into his cloak, she can easily serve a drink to a stranger in a hood.

"It's equal parts vodka, sake, and melon liqueur." She aims a friendly enough smile at him. "Does it sound like something you'd be interested in?"

[ooc: No problem at all! Take your time.]

[chime_ra_tilt]

"I'll try it," he decides, after a moment. His nod causes the pebbles set into his stone-grey skin to catch the light, along with his wire-like hair.

[antishinra]

She can't help it: when he nods, she does a little bit of a double take.

But she doesn't say anything about how strange his skin looks. Or the glimpse of hair. It's not her job to make people uncomfortable, after all, and her job is something she's always taken pride in.

Besides, she can't imagine the guy liking being stared at.

"All right." Still smiling, she sets to making his drink. It all gets mixed and then poured into a cocktail glass with a cherry for garnish and place right in front of him. "Let me know what you think."