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[song_of_stars]

Math nerd alert. Muse of Geometry behind the bar, pencil stuck through her messy bun, with a computer open in front of her. Tonight, the plan is to graph the alcoholic preferences of the Bar's patrons. The sign behind her is almost illegible, but good enough.

Come order drinks. I need more points to plot. Lots of points. Please help.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Um," says the young woman in the blue-and-gold jumpsuit as she looks up at the specials board. "Points to plot?"

[song_of_stars]

Rai looks up.

"Yeah. I thought it might help someone out if I graphed the beverage intake of bar patrons. Alcoholic beverages vs. non-alcoholic, what mixers are most popular, breakdowns by gender, species, time period, whatever... I need to collect data to plot the graphs."

She smiles. She thinks it's a very sweet smile, it's probably a little cuter than she'd like, and she doesn't realize that it sort of makes her look like a chibi of herself.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh," says Ellen. "That makes sense, actually. Um, usually if I'm ordering alcohol around here it's beer, since all the beer back home is awful, but I just wanted a Nuka-Cola tonight- is that okay?"

[song_of_stars]

"Of course. That's a mark for non-alcoholic, by a female, what species are you? And when are you from?"

While Ellen thinks about that, she turns to grab a glass and pour.

[m_antonivs]

Here, have a Roman.

He stares at the sign, not understanding it.

"There something going on?" he asks.

[song_of_stars]

"Nothing particular, sir. Can I get you something?"

Hi, Roman. Have a Greek.

[m_antonivs]

He contemplates the selection.

There are just so many bottles.

"Can I have... part rum, part Atlantean, maybe a bit of lemon?"

[song_of_stars]

"Absolutely."

She goes to pour.

"I assume you're human? And male? And may I ask your exact year or origin?"

[ever_lovin]

Ben's still not in much of a social mood, but there is something about the woman who's behind the bar tonight, something intimately familiar. And yet Ben is sure he has never met her. He intends to correct that right now.

"No specials just looking to see what folks'll order? Sounds like somethin' Reed wold do."

[song_of_stars]

"I'll spot you a drink if you want. I suppose I could do a Pythagorean Theorum... Anyway, the point is what people know intimately and choose for themselves, not what I, as bartender, might impose on them."

She smiles.

"It's about collecting data."

[ever_lovin]

At her smile, the little boy from Yancy Street stirs within Ben.

"Yep, definitely how Reed would run a Happy Hour. No offense meant. How about I start with a beer, an Arrogant Bastard Ale. Since I couldn't take care of one the way I wanted today, I'll have one the way I want now."

[song_of_stars]

She pulls it with another sparkling smile.

"Reed sounds like my kind of guy, so no offense taken. Here's your beer, Mr...?"