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[yankeedoodle_dr]

Once in a while, it's a nice thing to make your own drink, and with gin that was not distilled two hours ago in a contraption that involves one of Trapper McIntyre's (clean, or so he says) tube socks. Hawkeye has never been shy; when he places a hand on the countertop -- almost as if preparing to dance -- and inquires, "May I?" he receives a note

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[prefermyown]

Wanda places her hands against the bar and eyes the special. "Can I get a vodka Martini?"

The Russiany-ness of Wundagore demands a love of vodka!

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hawkeye glances at her, and straightens up. "Certainly," he says, genial, and as he goes about gathering the necessary ingredients, it's easy; he's only been back here once before, but he got a pretty good feel for the layout, and Hawkeye has always had quick hands (and makes a lot of martinis).

"Is that dirty or clean?" he inquires, grinning, and he's definitely got the patter right to be a bartender. Smooth and amused as ever (and more to himself than the customer): "Said the dish to the spoon."

[OOC: Eek, sorry; was making dinner.]

[prefermyown]

"Clean, please." Wanda smiles, amused, as she takes a seat.

[ooc: no problem! :D]

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Aha!" Hawkeye points at her with the stirrer. "A lady after my own heart."

[squeakyhinges]

Very probably!

Because if he was, he wouldn't be able to see the pretty brunette seating herself at the bar.

Hopefully she won't declare ladies' night this time and insist on flirting with everyone at the bar.

"I'll take the special."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"And a very special special it is, if I do say so myself," says Hawkeye easily, and then he glances down the bar, at his new customer.

He stands up straighter; shoots a smile at her.

"The only good martini is the one that's dry enough that you can almost taste the sand, after all." As he talks, he's pulling out the necessary ingredients.

He could probably do this blindfolded.

[squeakyhinges]

From the way her eyes are following his hands, she can tell.

Or maybe she just likes looking at people's hands. Some people are weird like that.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hawkeye doesn't exactly mind the attention.

And he has always been good at filling silence.

"Good evening; I'll be your alcoholic beverage attendant for the evening," he says lightly, as he works. "If you need anything at all, please press the red button overhead, or wave and shout for Hawkeye."

[waylostandfound]

Nathan came over, eying the special. Simple, and promising.

"Special looks good, I'll have one," he remarked as he sat down at the bar.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"One special, coming right up!"

It'll be a gin martini (stirred, not shaken); strong and dry as hell itself.

In the meantime, as he's putting it together, Hawkeye says, "Good evening; I'm Hawkeye Pierce and I'll be your bartender for the night." (It's a shtick, as usual, but a smooth, comfortable one.) "Please keep your hands and elbows inside the bar at all times."

[waylostandfound]

Nathan gave a chuckle at that.

"Good meeting you, I'm Nathan. Petrelli."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Nathan. Petrelli," says Hawkeye, considering. "Nice. I like the built in..." He trails off, but the insouciant gesture that he makes is fairly clear: he's referring to the silence between 'Nathan' and 'Petrelli.'

"You know, you've got a very familiar face," Hawkeye says, lightly stirring gin, vermouth, and ice cubs. "You do any television work in the fifties?"

(He's kidding.)

[7ft_tall_pooka]

It's not certain that the doctor will see Harvey, lurking at the bar. People tend not to unless they're magical or mad.

He'd quite like a martini if they're going, he likes martinis, the drier the better of course, but he's seldom in the mood. Tonight he is. He cocks his head to one side and stares pointedly at the man, wondering if the odd looking man will see him or not.

...If not, he'll ask Bar for a drink, but he does like to meet new people...

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hawkeye is many things, and many people will tell you that one of those many things is, well, mad. It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world, and however much Hawkeye may occasionally play along just for the hell of it -- in the end, he's as sane as can be.

"Zyum," he hums to himself. "Zya-di-da-di-dee my, blue, heaven..."

A sip of his drink, and he's watching the bar at large, waiting for customers.

[7ft_tall_pooka]

Seeing as the giant 'invisible' rabbit has failed to catch his attention, Harvey asks bar quietly for a Martini. One appears and he picks it up for a sip. Perfect. She always does them absolutely spot on.

If the floating martini glass fails to gain some form of attention, then he's going to start singing. It always unnerves the ones who can't see him, which is a very good joke... Well, he thinks so anyway.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hawkeye is watching the bar at large, particularly the counter. It's not more than a second or two before he notices the glass. His eyes narrow for a second, watching it float in thin air -- and then he says easily, "Hi there. Get you anything else?"

He may not be mad, but Hawkeye has a very high tolerance for strange happenings, especially after coming to this place and treating werewolves and shaking demon rabbits off his pant legs.

If there's actually somebody there, he just talked to them; if somebody's playing a practical joke, he just talked to thin air.

Either way, Hawkeye is not too concerned. Not for the moment, anyway.

[nitro_is_ace]

"They'll hire just 'bout anyone, won't they?" Ace grins crookedly from down the bar. "What, things gettin' too borin' for you?"

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"I'm gravely wounded by your insinuations," Hawkeye says, not-so-gravely, and he heads the couple of stools down to lean on the bar right across from her. "And actually, yes, I was bored." He crosses his arms comfortably. "I've decided to give up my life of medicine and cesspools for that of sleazy stories and cheap swill."

He grins at the end of this solemn, dramatic recital.

"Hi, Ace. They'll let just about anybody in here, won't they?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"I bribed the bouncer." Ace reveals, brightly. "He's actually fairly easy, I've had a harder time gettin' into a jail cell."

She pauses, mostly for emphasis.

"Are y' knockin' cheap swill now? Sacrilege."