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[song_of_stars]

This week, when Rai finds the bar tenderless on Sunday evening, she's prepared. She sets out coasters shaped like planets up and down the bar and ducks down (a completely unecessary gesture) to exchange her slouchy Athens University sweatshirt and yoga pants for a flowing togaish dress of midnight blue trimmed in spangles

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[acts_of_gord]

Speculative-looking nerd at twelve o'clock.

He might just be looking for empty glasses to start calculating about before ordering.

[song_of_stars]

Rai leans forward.

"Can I get you something?"

[acts_of_gord]

"Given that all I wanted was a beer, and they usually serve that in pint glasses around here, I can't help but wonder if that's cheating..."

[song_of_stars]

"Sounds like it, yes. You could always go for the Pythagorean Bar Theorum. Or order something different. Or take advantage of my unintentional generosity. Or... I could serve it to you in a different glass. If you calculate the volume of the glass I give it to you in, you get either the contents of the glass, or a pint's worth free, whichever is a greater amount."

[a1enzo]

Enzo grins.

Take advantage of the sad mathematical deficiency of Users? Who, him?

"The whole glass, or just the drink part?"

[song_of_stars]

Rai considers.

"The whole glass. The drink part should be fixed, based on the drink ordered."

[a1enzo]

"Okay! I'll have an energy shake, Blackberry. The recipe's on the milk carton. Digital milk," he adds, "not organic."

She may choose the glass.

[song_of_stars]

She finds the carton in the refrigerator and whirs it up. When it's done, she pours the concoction into a pilsner.

[a_mere_child]

Oooh, a challenge!

"Am I allowed to use measuring tools on the glass or do I have to just eyeball it?"

[song_of_stars]

"You may have a measuring tape. Nothing else."

[a_mere_child]

Alyx nods. "And can I do the math on paper? How far down am I allowed to round the figures?"

(She is flat broke. She doesn't want to lose a free drink to a technicality.)

[song_of_stars]

"I'll give you a cocktail napkin and a pencil and handicap you to the nearest ounce."

She doesn't want to deny anyone drinks.

[theflyingsquirl]

One spandex-clad mutant villain approaches the bar and squints at the board.

Most of his education had come from daytime TV, and while it lets him fake knowledge of history, philosophy and sometimes medicine, it leaves him cold when it comes to mathematics.

He wonders briefly whether it is some sort of test to weed out people who are too drunk to figure out an order, in which case he would fail; but he is determined, and so he sets a handful of crumpled ones on the bar.

"I'll have whatever I can get two of for that."

[song_of_stars]

She counts quickly and efficiently.

"Beers, martinis, glasses of wine, the house white or red, or vodka shots. What will you have?"

[theflyingsquirl]

"...vodka shots," he says after a moment of thought. "Maybe with some sunflower seeds. With them, not in them. That'd be weird. Salty, and... crunchy."

The drinking may well have started before happy hour, for him.

[song_of_stars]

She sets out two shot glasses and a dish of seeds. The vodka pour is a little flashy and includes a quick twirling toss.

[tanyadams]

"The largest vodka drink you can legally serve me." Tanya decided to get wasted tonight.

[song_of_stars]

"A ghetto hell? 4oz of vodka and 20 of malt liquor in a mason jar?"

[tanyadams]

"Sounds perfect; make it a double." Yes, she really means the wasted part.

[song_of_stars]

"Done."

A mason jar from the shelf and two very long pours later, there's a drink on the counter for Tanya.