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[art_and_brian]

Justin got into trouble again on his last shift so he's playing it safe today. The Specials board simply reads;

Alcohol

It's possible he's in a bit of a mood.

'Bar's open.'

[OOC: After midnight, slowtime, yay!]

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[interrogoiterum]

It's a mood that someone picks up on when she comes over, and it's not like she wants to make it worse.

She just doesn't care a lot.

"Cranberry juice."

[art_and_brian]

'Sure,' he replies, just as shortly, and gets up from where he'd been sitting and reading a book.

Ten seconds later;

'There you go.'

[interrogoiterum]

She nods her thanks, and glances at the book he's just put down.

"Good read?"

[art_and_brian]

He pulls a face at it.

'Wuthering Heights. We're doing it in school. It's OK.'

Heathcliff is an ass but sounds pretty hot.

[evilontheloose]

"Boilermaker." Jordan had a long day in the lab, so the cybernetic-armed girl is not much talkative before two drinks.

[art_and_brian]

He gives her a look from under his eyebrows, then gets up from his stool and finds the recipe book. It's a few moments before her drink is placed in front of her.

'There you go.'

[evilontheloose]

As long as Justin does not water the whiskey down with too much beer, after a long sip Jordan will even smile a bit. "Thanks."

"Jordan Kennedy."

[art_and_brian]

He returns the smile - he's not the type not to unless things are really wrong - and says;

'Justin Taylor. Good to meet you.'

[winter_arrows]

Direct and to the point--Skaði approves.

She takes a seat at the bar. "Alcohol, yes. Something very strong."

[art_and_brian]

'No preference at all?'

He has to check, otherwise he'll just crack out the Atlantean.

[winter_arrows]

"None at all," she says, shaking her head. "As long as it's not one of those drinks that gets served on fire. It just burns away the flavor."

[art_and_brian]

'Atlantean it is.'

He finds a bottle and pours her a shot.

'I never heard that about flaming drinks - I'll have to spend a night comparing some one day.'

And nods at the shot.

'Careful with that, it's the strongest drink ever.'

And yellow. ALways be wary of yellow drinks.

[navyafterone]

James is entirely casual as he approaches and says, "Vodka and Coke, please."

[art_and_brian]

He stands up to comply but then takes a proper look at the guy. On another day, he might not even ask but he's bitchy today.

'How old are you?'

[navyafterone]

James barely pauses before saying, "Eighteen."

Then realises this may not suffice.

"Crap. Is the end of the universe in America?"

[art_and_brian]

His eyes narrow a touch.

'No. But I'm American and since I'm serving today, I can put the age limit wherever I feel like it.'

Beat.

'And you don't look eighteen. Got any ID?'

He's always wanted to be the one to ask that for a change.

[gorgonfondness]

"I'd indulge, except it wouldn't be good for who's kicking at my insides," Mia says as she carefully takes a seat.

Some of her hair is twisted and that waitrat still hasn't come with her lunch.

[art_and_brian]

'You look like you're much further along,' he remarks, sliding off his stool.

'How's it going?'

[gorgonfondness]

"Just past the halfway point and he's letting me know it. And other than wishing Draco would come home from work for a lunch break, I'm fine."

She idly starts twirling at her hair again.

"What's the next best thing to the special, in your opinion?"

[art_and_brian]

'A milkshake. Or smoothie.'

Can't go wrong with either of them and they're even sorta kinda healthy. Well, they have some healthy ingredients in them.

'You know for sure it's a boy?'