Late Night Sunday Bartending

[kingmickeymouse]

Something is strange. There's a walking, talking, mouse behind the bar. He's wearing a black cloak as well. He wipes off the bar top while standing on a few boxes.

The board behind him says:
Tonight's Specials
Mickey Mouse
Cherry Cheesecake
Cheesecake

Have at!

Comments

[sliceitwithwind]

There is a treaty.

But.

1.2% cohesion rate.

But.

Treaty.

He would have been so scared if he could have been scared, with his very essence streaming toward Oblivion and so little self left that they weren't sure a single Elixir could cure him.

Xaldin's pulse is beating twice as fast as normal, and his eyes are dilated, and he is trying to not - start - screaming.

[kingmickeymouse]

Mickey flips a bottle over his shoulder and pours some ingredients in a high-ball glass. He pushes it to the edge of the bar.

"On me, Xaldin. You look like you need it."

[sliceitwithwind]

If he speaks he screams, so with shaking hands Xaldin picks up the glass. The ingredients rattle enough that there isn't much left by the time he gets it near his mouth, most of it is absorbed by his coat and gloves.

[kingmickeymouse]

Mickey just sits and waits at this point.

[harmitwithspark]

A flicker of contained motion and there's a pair of Ninja looking across the counter at Mickey. The left-most one dropped a rolled scroll upon the bar top, nodded, and the pair left.

As promised, it was the meeting minutes from the treaty signing. Minus the portion about being dangled by superiors.

[kingmickeymouse]

Mickey nods at the Lessers.

"Please tell the others, thank you."

[aerora]

Sora spots Mickey Mouse at the bar. (Never mind that he's 'tending it.)

Frankly, he is shocked to see him there. After all, he hasn't seen him in ages beyond ages.

"Your Majesty!"

[kingmickeymouse]

Mickey smiles as he pours a drink for someone and slides it across the bar.

"Hiya there, Sora!"

[aerora]

He beams.

Seeing the King is like knowing everything will be all right.

"How's it going?" he asks, smiling widely as he takes a seat. "How'd you end up bartending?"

[kingmickeymouse]

"Mike needed people to fill in, so I volunteered. I kind of wish I would be able to do it more often... Sora, I have something to tell you. It's about the Organization."

[ever_lovin]

Ben has met and seen many strange folks since coming to the bar, Olympians, Jame T Kirk and Wilbur Whatley immediately come to mind as prime examples, but somehow Mickey Mouse is the strangest.

The narrator hopes Mickey will excuse Ben's stare for another minute or two. He'll recover eventually.

[kingmickeymouse]

Mickey flips some bottles and pours them into a glass. It's the Cherry Cheesecake drink. He slides it over to Ben,

"It's on me."

[ever_lovin]

Ben shakes himself and says, "Umm, thanks...Mickey?"

Hours lost in the serials at the matinees of his youth and late night TV flash through Ben's mind as he tries to understand that this is Mickey Mouse. He takes a drink of the beverage offered. "That's good!"