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[precocioustilda]

There's a little girl behind the bar.

The Specials board reads:

DRY HAPPY HOUR
No alcohol will be served.
Half off any drink ordered in a rhyming couplet.

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[precocioustilda]

"Sure thing!"

Beam.

"One moment."

She ducks down and vanishes behind the bar.

There is some mysterious rustling.

[precocioustilda]

The top of Tilda's head is visible; she's crouched down, rummaging around under Bar for milkshake ingredients.

No flavour was specified. Therefore, she's making chocolate-banana.

Chocolate over here, bananas over there...

Hang on, did that blender just levitate?

[mr_v_and_mr_c]

Two men walk up to the bar. A smart girl like Matilda should be able to tell in an instant that they are Very Bad People--they look like mobsters that just escaped from an insane asylum.

"Oh, I like this," says the shorter of the two. "A cup of Darjeeling, please, my dear girl/and a second cup of good Earl Grey."

[precocioustilda]

"Of course!"

That didn't rhyme, but she'll give them points for effort. She's like that.

One beaming smile, and a minute or so later, two cups of tea.

"There you are. Have a nice evening!"

Very Bad People? What Very Bad People? Matilda just sees a couple of strangers in need of tea.

[mr_v_and_mr_c]

It's hard enough to do a couplet, without it having to rhyme as well.

"Bit young to be bartending, aren't you? Not to mention knowing what a couplet is."

"Very young," adds the taller man, who is giving her a very creepy look.

Their usual response to children is to kill them. Mind you, that's their usual response to everyone, but the 'young and weak equals prey' idea is hard for them to ignore.

[precocioustilda]

"I manage somehow," she says cheerfully.

The creepiness doesn't seem to be getting through at all.

Funny how that happens.