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[beenbornearlier]

When Dick Winters approaches the bar, he's confronted by a small napkin. Picking it up in one hand, he laughs silently when he sees what it says.

"You sure about that?" he asks, shrugging when another napkin appears. Making his way behind the bar, he straightens out his shirt before writing on the specials board.

Specials

Eagle Eye
Easy Does It

Comments

[sunbaked_baker]

Getting up before dawn in summer isn't so hard on Sunshine. With the days so long, she can feel it coming long before the first peach-red tinge of light colors the eastern sky.

In autumn? Not so much.

"What goes into a Jump Starter?" asks the auburn-haired young woman as she takes a bar seat, reaching up to take off her slightly flour-streaked headscarf. "I feel like I need one."

[beenbornearlier]

"Dark rum and cola," Dick replies, consulting the book.

"Simple and clean. Care for it?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Sounds brilliant," she chuckles, feeling worn out. Paulie had called in sick today, so it was a full day, not just her normal 4:30-10:00am shift with the day off until the late supper/preparing-for-tomorrow-morning shift.

[beenbornearlier]

Dick sets about mixing the drink, which, considering its relative simplicity, doesn't take long. Sliding it across the bar, he offers her a sympathetic sort of smile. Small talk has never been his strong suit.

[makesthings]

"What's in an Easy Does It, sir?"

[beenbornearlier]

"Everclear, Kahlua, and Bailey's irish cream," Winters reads.

"It's good to see you doin' alright, Sameth."

[makesthings]

"I've been working and keeping myself busy, sir."

[beenbornearlier]

"Good on you," he murmurs in response, with the same easy fondness that generally creeps into his conversations with his men.

"So -- do you want that drink?"

[olyabird]

Olga comes through her door, tugging her gloves off and stuffing them in a pocket and fishing out a packet of cigarettes. A crushed, empty packet of cigarettes.

She stares at the packet for a moment, lips pressed together in a fine line. It's been that kind of day. Nothing for it. She heads for the bar, slipping into a barstool and setting the offending packet down.

"Tell me you have cigarettes back there," she says to the bartender, her voice thick with a Moscow accent.

[beenbornearlier]

That's definitely not something he hears every day.

"I can certainly take a look," he tells her, as he bends down to inspect the bar. And lo and behold, he resurfaces with a pack of Lucky Strikes.

"Will these do?"

[olyabird]

(As the narration laughs and laughs and laughs...)

Olga is still getting her coat off and getting settled. She eyes the pack and nods, fishing out a book of matches.

"Another American." And a ginger too, a fact that is noted with trepidation. "You lot seem to run the place around here. Vodka please. Bring the bottle."

[beenbornearlier]

"I assure you it wasn't intentional," Dick responds, before fishing around for a bottle of vodka.

(He's soft-spoken, especially here; you probably wouldn't hear anything he said if it wasn't actually directed at you.)

Returning with a bottle of aforementioned alcohol, he sets it on the counter.

"That work?"

[hark_at_her]

Mina sighs as she sits down at the bar, several different chemicals staining her shirt cuffs.

She has her face buried in a book, and is a little distracted.

[beenbornearlier]

Dick only approaches her once he's sure she isn't going to get her nose out of that book on her own.

"Can I get you anything to drink, miss?"

[hark_at_her]

Mina looks up, smiles at his polite query.

"A glass of red wine, please," she asks. "And put it on my tab."

[beenbornearlier]

"Any preference as to year or type?"