Happy Hour

[ushouldcwhatic]

Johnny stopped by the Bar for some fried paradoxes and a beer. But instead he got a note on a napkin.

"Wait, you want me? Oh, all right. Sure. Enjoy your nap."

He saw about fixing up a sign.

Specials
Jedi Mind Trick
Vulcan Mind Meld
Samuel Adams on tap

Non-alcoholic drinks on request.

Stump the psychic and your drink's free.

[tiny tag: Earl

Comments

[killitwith_fire]

"'Stump the psychic,' huh. Well, I'm guessing that's you, right?" Axel asks, leaning against the bar.

[killitwith_fire]

"How do I walk between worlds?" he asks, for clarification.

[ushouldcwhatic]

There was a nod in response.

[killitwith_fire]

"Well, it's no secret..." he replies, and with a casual gesture pulls open a portal.

It boils into existence, blackest black, swirling for a moment with oily colours, dark wisps of something more tangible than smoke coming off it.

Axel holds it for only a few seconds before closing it the same way, letting the tendrils of darkness fade before they can do more than creep.

"That's what's between worlds," he explains, his expression more sober and serious than it has been until now.

[ushouldcwhatic]

Johnny stared at that for a long time.

He was speechless for a long time.

[killitwith_fire]

"Yeah, I get that a lot," he says quietly.

[ushouldcwhatic]

"Can see why," He finally admitted.

[killitwith_fire]

"It's funny," he says. "Even in a place like this, most people don't think about what's between their worlds."