happy hour!

[snap_time]

It's been a while. In the bar, anyway; for Larry, it's only been a couple of days since he was last in here.
(A couple of very, very long days, since he's been waiting to hear back about his gadget sales pitch - but he keeps reminding himself that probably hasn't even gotten to where it's going yet

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[stalinova_k]

So a Soviet stereotype walks up to a bar...

"You have cherry vodka?" Kremlina asks, after a brief glance at the board.

[snap_time]

"...If it's not back here, I can at least do vodka and grenadine."
It's probably not the same exact thing, but it'd be closer than regular vodka.
"Let me check."

[stalinova_k]

"Thank you," she says, and takes a seat at the bar. "If nothing else, regular with a cherry in it would do."

[snap_time]

"Considering they have more kinds of alcohol here than I've seen anywhere else, and I worked in a few very well-stocked bars... aha!"
And Larry emerges triumphant, with a bottle of cherry vodka. "Found some. How much do you want?"

[redefinevictory]

"Any cherry-flavoured?" Kait asks, taking a seat. Underbust bodice and the sword at her hip pronounce her not from modern Earth.

[snap_time]

"Yes, but if it's something you know from home, you'll probably have to explain it."
He's going out on a limb here and guessing it'll be a handy warning to give, in her case.

[redefinevictory]

"Would you have any suggestions?"

[snap_time]

"Depends. You allowed alcohol?"
She looks a little young, for his world's standards, but that doesn't mean anything here. It's worth checking before he starts throwing things around.