Happy Hour

[lasthalfmile]

As much as Dan enjoyed getting to inhabit a body with two fully-functioning legs, there's something to be said about feeling comfortable in your own skin

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[kicks_bots]

Kicker walks up to the bar and glances around. When he catches Dan's attention he says, "Hey... Can I try... The Black Cow #3 I guess?"

[lasthalfmile]

"Sure."

This one won't be that hard to mix up. He grabs a Mason jar from the shelf and pours the milk in, filling it halfway. The can of Coke...now that's a little tricky.

Once he figures out the pull-tab -- the crack! HISS startles him a bit, no lie -- he fills up the rest of the jar with the soda. The leftovers in the can and the jar get placed in front of the young man in the...suit.

"That's some impressive get-up y'got there," he comments. "Don't know if I've seen you 'round before?"

[kicks_bots]

"Thanks..."

He says kind of sheepishly.

"Uh, I'm kind of new around here. Got thrown into here by my motorcycle."

He seems ashamed to be admitting this, but he mutters,

"Damn Autobots."

[lasthalfmile]

"Motorcycle?"

What's that? is the unspoken question that hangs in the air.

[hallelujahpilot]

Yeah, so, Trudy? Was totally going to order something from the man who know has his body back (she's met the body before, only fair to meet the man).

But then there was pig.

And Trudy, being Trudy, squeaks and goes, "Oh, hey honey."

YAY ANIMALS.

(it should be said that she's a trifle bouncy. Blame it on an excess of adrenline thanks to having to play with some Banshees that wanted to get frisky with her Samson. God, she loves her job some days)

[lasthalfmile]

Bogart is quite the impressive little beast -- for your definition of 'little', that is -- and he lifts his head at the squeak of glee, snuffling excitedly in the air.

This person clearly wants to meet him, Dan.

[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy? Will be turning thirty soon. However, the sheer glee on her face makes her look more like a kid.

Oh, right.

Human-shaped person.

"Uh, hi."

[lasthalfmile]

Dan grins a little.

"Howdy."

He nods at the pig.

"Name's Bogart."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen was going to ask what was in the drinks. Then she happened to get a look at the leash and what was on the end of it.

"... what kind of animal is that?" she finally asks, pointing to Bogart.

[lasthalfmile]

"He's a pig. A potbelly pig; they ain't used for meat. Just pets."

Bogart crunches on an apple. He'd like them better if they were coated in peanut butter, but he'll take these if Dan is going to be stubborn and hold out on him.

"Name's Bogart."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh," says Ellen. "Okay. I've heard of pigs, but I didn't know there were pet ones."

Not that her concept of 'pet' is very clear. She tends to think of Dogmeat as an inconveniently derpy nearly human companion who has no thumbs.

"Hello, Bogart. My name's Ellen." That last was directed to the human.

[lasthalfmile]

"Dan Evans," he replies. "S'good to meet you."

Bogart snuffles in Ellen's general direction, then goes back to munching his snack.

"Normally if you're raisin' 'em for meat, you'd get 'em a lot bigger. As far as I can tell, they've been bred smaller over the years. I'm not quite sure why, myself...but I'm not about to eat him."

He's good company.

[a1enzo]

"Dude! Is that a pig?"

[lasthalfmile]

"His name's Bogart. Yeah, he's a pig. Potbelly, they don't get as big as meat hogs you'd find back home."

[a1enzo]

"Supercooled! Can I pet him?"

He has no idea what the temperament of a pet pig may be like.

[lasthalfmile]

"Sure. He might go sniffing at your hand looking for food, but he won't bite you."

Unless Enzo tastes like peanut butter. Then there might be a problem...

[morethanprops]

Seeing a man behind the Bar is rather reassuring so Moist steps forward and says,

"Could I get a Dixieland Tea?"

[lasthalfmile]

"Sure. Just gimme a second," he replies, going to fetch the jar and the ingredients for the drink. It's easy enough -- whiskey, amaretto, and iced tea -- and he's popping the lemon wedge on the rim after just a few minutes.

[morethanprops]

Moist watches him mix the drink and takes that time to get a good look at the Tab Board,

"Is everyone on there?"

[lasthalfmile]

"If they owe, yeah. Or if you're in the positive. Suppose it's like a bank, they keep a good ledger for you."

Dan isn't in any position to be worried, but working this shift will help cushion him a little. If he does need to worry, he could always ask Ben Wade to take him out on a job.

But asking Ben Wade for a favor isn't something Dan really feels like doing.