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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.

[mogget_cat]

"It is," he agrees contentedly, purring. It has long been a favorite. "And yes, please."

"Have some, yourself, if you want."

[i_was_death]

He shakes his head.

"Think I might," he says, as he slides a glass over to Yrael.

"Doesn't sound so bad."

[mogget_cat]

Wineglasses are a bit too narrow for a cat to drink comfortably from, so after a moment of searingly bright light, the young albino man in white left sitting at the bar takes the glass.

"Best wine in the house, after all," he says, sipping.

[i_was_death]

Methos quirks one brow.

"Mm. Agreed, there."

[mogget_cat]

Yrael smiles, swallowing. "Ah. That's lovely."

Green catseyes shine. "Just make sure you have someone on hand to conjure you a new liver, or healing capabilities before imbibing too much Atlantean. It's deceptively potent."