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[candied_rabbit]

There's a rabbit-boy behind the Bar, tonight, bustling about as if this were all perfectly normal. He's even being relatively professional about it, getting out the big book of drink recipes, lining up some of the bottles he needs for the specials he's putting up, and so on and so forth

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[mr_v_and_mr_c]

(Think he can cope with these two?)

[candied_rabbit]

((OOC: I'm game, I guess. Though, they can't much expect service with a smile, obviously.))

[mr_v_and_mr_c]

(Goody goody)

"Two Serial Killers, if you would be so kind?"

Mr. Croup's sense of humor leaves something to be desired.

[candied_rabbit]

"Is that a real drink?"

For some not-entirely-rational reason, he slides over to the tome of beverage recipes and starts flipping to the S section, instead of chucking something fragile and glass and running.

Ms. Bar's counting on him to do a good job while she's resting, after all!

"Anyway, you have to sing for it, too."

It's a minor variation on the rules, just for them!

[necessary_child]

[OOC: Would Momiji like some help of the Sam Linnfer-ish variety?]

[gorgonfondness]

Mia walks up to the bar, wearing some of her Egyptian finery.

"Hi, Momiji. What's a Tootsie Pop?"

[candied_rabbit]

"Well, you know what a lollypop is?"

Momiji leans over the Bar and offers a big smile.

"It's like one of those, except, when you lick off all the candy part on the outside, there's a chewy, chocolate thing on the inside!"

[gorgonfondness]

"I think I'll try one of those, then," she says, taking a seat.

She has a green scarf on her head today and a few bangles on her wrist.

"How have you been?"

[candied_rabbit]

"Alright!"

He takes a moment to pick up a bottle of amaretto in one hand, pouring first some of that, then lemon juice, then grenadine into a glass for Mia, before stirring it all up and dipping in a few drops of chocolate sauce.

"I've been okay," he nods. "I got Bound, though. That's not a lot of fun...but I've been pretty okay!"

The glass gets slid over towards one of her hands.

[mapmakerchur]

Chur peers at the specials board and then at Momiji, and then folds her hands politely to wait for him to get to her, ears pricked up and mouth pursed in amusement.

[candied_rabbit]

'Miji bounces over before too long, offering a big, slightly fascinated smile.

He hasn't met any cat-people here, before. (Not counting Yrael.)

"Hi! Can I get you something?"

[mapmakerchur]

"Do I need to sing before or after I order?" Chur replies, twitching an ear so that the several small rings in it chime together.

[candied_rabbit]

"...Either one!"

The bunny-boy shrugs, slumping forward a little and offering a wide, airy smile. He's perfectly willing to be lax about the rules, on this one.

"Bonus points if your song has to do with the drink you order."

What "bonus points" consists of is...vaguely defined, at best.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal can't help but look in amusement at the specials board tonight.

"Hey, Momiji," he says, leaning on the Bar and not getting anywhere near a proper Japanese accent on the name. "Is it really that hard to get people to sing around here?"

He knows it is, but he still finds it hard to believe, the way people act like music is something out of the ordinary.

[candied_rabbit]

"I don't think it should be hard - it's just, it sounded like a good way to get people to do it!"

Momiji likes sudden bursts into song!

"Do you want to?"

[isaysimplewords]

"Don't even have to give me a drink," Cal says cheerfully. He comes from a musical world, with singing as natural a part of communication as speech.

As such, Momiji gets a selection from an original piece, one that Cal sang years ago and associates with one of the few moments of real triumph in his political career.

"We play a game where behavior's what counts
And maybe I'm just too blunt to survive
Oh but can you expect that the souls you elect
Should be held to a light that would burn you alive?
God I would love to be able to speak like a true politician
My words would sway
But my friends with me
You only get what you see
And that's all, that's all there is to say!"

On any world other than his own, Cal's voice would be that of a professional singer, a smooth, versatile, expressive tenor. To his own ears, he just sounds like anyone else, because back home everyone can sing.

[candied_rabbit]

"...That was really good," the rabbit-boy blinks.

He wasn't expecting anything of that quality, after all, let alone anything to come so easily - it didn't even look like Cal had to think hard about what to sing. Color him decidedly impressed.

"You can have a drink if you want."