Happy Hour with Hercules!

[i_brained_clor]

When the bar asks Herc to tend, he is a little surprised. Not much of a cocktail mixer, he instead goes for a series of specials that he is more familiar with.

Today's Specials
All the Mead You Can Quaff in One Minute
Shot Contests with the Bartender (win and its free!)
Wine in Goblets as Big as Your Head"Come!" Hercules announces, with a hearty

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[xhagridx]

[[ooc: If you don't mind slow, intermittent tags, I've got two pups who'd love to tag into happy hour!]]

Hagrid grins at the large man behind the bar, and raises an eyebrow (if it could be seen beneath the rest of his hair).

"Do yeh have a goblet as big as my head, or should I go fer the mead in a minute?"

[i_brained_clor]

Hercules grins. "Perhaps I shouldst merely give you a cask!" he says.

[xhagridx]

Hagrid laughs and nods appreciatively.

"Dependin' on th' size I might be able ter drink it!"

[i_brained_clor]

Herc peers under the bar and hauls up a cask for Hagrid. "There it be!" he says.

[longlonghair]

Rapunzel eyes the man behind the bar, then the specials board speculatively. She's pretty sure that drinking while tending bar is against the rules, but she isn't the type to say anything unless it looks like it might harm the bar.

In fact,she might even encourage this bit of rule breaking.

"I'll take you up on the shots."

[i_brained_clor]

Hercules smiles. "I shouldst warn thee," he says. "I am a demigod."

[longlonghair]

"Hmmm...that would actually be a challenge, I'll bet. I'm a fable, and don't get drunk easily."

In fact, at a moderate pace, Atlantean has been the only thing to get her truly tipsy in a long time.

[i_brained_clor]

"I see," he says. "What be thy shot of choice?"

[raptorcanaria]

"Something with lots of honey," Dinah croaks - actually croaks.

If it turns out to be mead she'll probably think she deserves it, the day she's had.

[i_brained_clor]

Herc tilts his head. "What be thy age again, fair Dinah?"

[raptorcanaria]

"Old enough to risk my life fighting crime on a nightly basis," Dinah says firmly. "I've spent all day being poked at by Dr. Fate, Herc. I just want something for my throat."

[i_brained_clor]

Herc finds a bottle of honey sweetened soda and sets it in front of Dinah.

"I shall not help thee break the law," he says.

[i_brained_clor]

"I warn you," Herc says with a manly flex. "Tis Hercules, son of Zeus that doth tend this bar."

[i_brained_clor]

"My father doth... get around," Herc says. "What is thy shot of choice?"

[a1enzo]

Curious: "Is 'quaff' any different from 'drink'?"

[i_brained_clor]

"Tis usually faster," Herc says.

[a1enzo]

Enzo nods, satisfied. "Sis doesn't like when I do that. It makes me burp."

[i_brained_clor]

"A healthy burp is a glorious thing," Herc retorts.