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[i_was_death]

It is with pleasure that Methos takes his place behind the bar tonight.

However, once he is confronted with the prospect of writing up the specials board, his slacker gene kicks in rather hard, and he decides, instead of working his own brain to come up with a theme and drinks to match it, to work the ones of the patrons instead. So:

Get your drink

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[mogget_cat]

It's with the utmost nonchalance that (what appears to be) a very white cat pads down the bar towards the bartender, eyeing the specials board.

[i_was_death]

The cat gets a knowing sort of smile.

"Fancy a drink, then?"

[mogget_cat]

"Goats' milk, if you please," the not'cat miaows, sitting with its tail coiled lightly around its paws.

[i_was_death]

With a nod, Methos serves it up in a bowl.

"No tries for recitations?"

[gorgonfondness]

"I can do you one better," Mia says, taking a seat at the bar. "I can recite an entire poem complete with special effects."

[i_was_death]

"Then I'd love to see it."

[gorgonfondness]

Mia puts her hands together and starts to speak.

"Some say the world will end in fire."

A tongue of flame comes to dance on the fingertips of her right hand.

"Some say in ice."

When it makes the jump to her left hand, it turns into a snowflake, which she catches in her thumb and forefinger.

"From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire."

She starts to pull at the fiery snowflake with both hands, forming and shaping it. She's left with a fire flower.

"But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction
Ice..."

She runs her left fingers over the edges of the flower, slightly frosting them.

"Is also great..."

She offers the flower to him at this point.

"And will suffice."

[i_was_death]

Methos' lips quirk.

"Beautiful," he says, taking the flower.

"But -- I take the offer back. Not just your drinks. Your tab, on me, for a week. In appreciation for your performance."

[mgnfcntsteiner]

A tall, blond man leans against the bar, grinning.

"All it takes is two verses of a poem?"

[i_was_death]

"At the very least, yep!"

[mgnfcntsteiner]

Grimmer straightens his posture and puts his hands behind his back, rather like a reciting schoolboy.

"Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten,
Daß ich so traurig bin,
Ein Märchen aus uralten Zeiten,
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt,
Und ruhig fließt der Rhein;
Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt,
Im Abendsonnenschein...that's one..."

He taps his chin, briefly, then launches into verse number two.

"Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet
Dort oben wunderbar,
Ihr gold'nes Geschmeide blitzet,
Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar,
Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme,
Und singt ein Lied dabei;
Das hat eine wundersame,
Gewalt'ge Melodei." His grin widens. "Should I continue, Mr. Bartender?"

[i_was_death]

"Lovely," Methos says, grinning.

"What would you like, Mr. --?"

[callmemajor]

Lorne is not a literary person, but he does remember a few things from high school English.

"A whole chapter by Faulkner, huh?" he says with a smirk as he steps up to the bar.

[i_was_death]

Methos raises both eyebrows, canting his head to one side.

"That's what the board says."

[callmemajor]

Lorne nods and puts on a Very Serious Face, clears his throat and says, "'My mother is a fish.'"

[i_was_death]

Methos looks absolutely delighted.

"Nicely done!" he grins.

"Now, what'd you like to drink?"

[coreenfennel]

Coreen likes these. She's good at them. Very good. She also happens to be a complete Yeats fangirl. Thank you for letting her squee

[i_was_death]

Methos claps his hands together, clearly pleased.

"Drinks on the house, my dear!"

[coreenfennel]

She grins and scritches the baby behind the ear.

"I think I'll have...hmm...a turtle milkshake, please. And if the kitchen's still open, I wouldn't mind having two soft pretzels...with butter and extra salt; of course those don't fall under the free category."

Yeah, she has just had a baby, and is still set on random eating habits.

She holds a hand out across the Bar. "Coreen Fennel, and this little guy is Evan."

[i_was_death]

Methos takes her hand and gives it a firm shake.

"Adam Pierson. Gimme a moment, and I shall have all of it to you."