Let’s go have some drinks!
Demyx is stumbling and carrying his sitar over his shoulder when he makes his way up to bar today. Too many people have waylayed him with important conversations, it's time to down enough antidotes to kill off a plague. That should take care of the Atlantean and the hangover.
After he's presented with the five glasses that he chugs in rapid succession, a note on a napkin shows up and he blinks blearily at it, head swimming as it clears.
"What? Oh, yeah. Sure. Least I could do, I guess. ... Ohhh yeah, I got a great song I've been wanting to play, this'll be perfect." He pats the bar and his sitar before rolling up his sleeves and hopping over and grabbing the chalk.
SPECIALS
Drinks that sound like they should explode are half off
(because you are going to ask me for them anyway)
(You know who you are)
Also,
Genocidal Mouse
NEW AND IMPROVED
Stepping back to observe his work, Demyx nodded a self-satisfied nod to himself. Oh yes, he was good at this.
Grabbing a chair to drag behind the bar, Demyx jumped upon it, sitar and hand.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND - OTHER. YOU KNOW. YRAEL. HI MAN. I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS FIRST NUMBER TO A VERY SPECIAL PERSON TO ME, HE KNOWS WHO HE IS. HAPPY HOUR AFTER THIS VERY MEANINGFUL DEDICATION."
And with that, he launches into a song to jumpstart things out.
[The Tag That Totally Went There: Demyx, Gordan Freeman, Scaramouche, Cal Chandler, Annabelle Newfield]
[THREAD HOPPING ENCOURAGED AS USUAL FOR BARTENDING. BOTHER EACHOTHER. ♥
HOLY SHIT IT'S A MOUSE GET UNDER THE BAR.
ETA: OKAY, YOU HAVE BEEN A LOVELY CROWD BUT I MUST CALL SLOWTIMES FOR THE NIGHT. I'm still here, but fading enough that I'm really lagging as far as keeping up. LOVE YOU ALL.]
After he's presented with the five glasses that he chugs in rapid succession, a note on a napkin shows up and he blinks blearily at it, head swimming as it clears.
"What? Oh, yeah. Sure. Least I could do, I guess. ... Ohhh yeah, I got a great song I've been wanting to play, this'll be perfect." He pats the bar and his sitar before rolling up his sleeves and hopping over and grabbing the chalk.
SPECIALS
Drinks that sound like they should explode are half off
(because you are going to ask me for them anyway)
(You know who you are)
Also,
Genocidal Mouse
NEW AND IMPROVED
Stepping back to observe his work, Demyx nodded a self-satisfied nod to himself. Oh yes, he was good at this.
Grabbing a chair to drag behind the bar, Demyx jumped upon it, sitar and hand.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND - OTHER. YOU KNOW. YRAEL. HI MAN. I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS FIRST NUMBER TO A VERY SPECIAL PERSON TO ME, HE KNOWS WHO HE IS. HAPPY HOUR AFTER THIS VERY MEANINGFUL DEDICATION."
And with that, he launches into a song to jumpstart things out.
[The Tag That Totally Went There: Demyx, Gordan Freeman, Scaramouche, Cal Chandler, Annabelle Newfield]
[THREAD HOPPING ENCOURAGED AS USUAL FOR BARTENDING. BOTHER EACHOTHER. ♥
HOLY SHIT IT'S A MOUSE GET UNDER THE BAR.
ETA: OKAY, YOU HAVE BEEN A LOVELY CROWD BUT I MUST CALL SLOWTIMES FOR THE NIGHT. I'm still here, but fading enough that I'm really lagging as far as keeping up. LOVE YOU ALL.]