Happy Hour

[frmthebeginning]

Mark is...less upset and almost completely sober when he comes down into the bar for the evening, stopping short before sitting in a chair as a card automatically materializes. Picking it up, he stares at the bar, then stares blankly at the card. "You gotta be kiddin' me...Yet all the same he approaches the bar. Granted he approaches it with the

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[makesthings]

"What does being over twenty-one have to do with being a student?"

Sameth's confused again around Mark, this seems to happen a lot.

[frmthebeginning]

"21 was, to me, always the legal drinking age. You don't want kids handling beers or whatever. Back when I used to tend bar we'd get alot of problems with high school kids drinking. so I put that up to uh...cover my ass y'know?"

He shrugs. This is good. he needed the work, "What can I get you?"

[makesthings]

"Oh, there's a good beer from Ancelstierre that we used to have at Somersby sometimes. I think its called something's head and brewed outside Corvere. Does it matter that I'm seventeen?"

[frmthebeginning]

Mark hesitates before a beer appears in front of him.

"....Guess seventeen means different things to bar."

pause, "wait, you're seventeen?"

[gorgonfondness]

Mia looks at the specials board curiously, holding a stack of parchment and some books Mark would likely be less than familiar with.

"Is the ID just for age or to prove that I am military, law enforcement, educator, et cetera?" she asks. "I don't intend to have anything alcoholic but the only proof of identification I carry for the rest is my family crest."

[frmthebeginning]

"Prove that you're one of the 1/2 off." Mark shrugs, "No legal drinking age at the end of the universe."

He puts a hand on the wood, addressing bar, "guess I still have alot to learn huh?"

Mark gets a beer for that as he nods to her, "What's your poison?"

[gorgonfondness]

She gets out a ring from her pocket that has a reverse of the crest in the icon.

"Well, unless you'd like to read about me in the tabloids, and it'd be better for both of our well-beings if you didn't, you'll have to take this crest and my word that I am military, law enforcement, and educator. My family is the ruling family in my city, so I've inherited those three duties."

She sets her work down and has a seat.

"There's a refrigerator below with sodas and some are in glass jugs with corks marked 'Tamur' on top. I'd like a glass of that soda, please. The red one, if you can find it. That should be the strawberry."

[frmthebeginning]

Mark blinks at the crest before nodding mutely. This ought to be fun. For a man who sometimes played the traditional police "collect IDs game" he was about to get a handful. (Not that he could tell anyone about it..)

Bending, he finds the selected drink, "...Tamur huh?"

[a1enzo]

A cranky-looking green teenager reads the last line of the Specials board, and his brow furrows.

"Is the over 21 just for booze?"

[frmthebeginning]

He nods, "No alcohol. Anything else is okay and you get half off if you're in school. Sound good?"

[a1enzo]

"Sounds good. I'm also sort of law enforcement and sort of military. Do I get a triple discount?"

[frmthebeginning]

Ah-heh.

"Show me some ID for all of them."

[beenthenumbers]

Ben walks up to the sign and reads it, carefully, then grins.

"Does the United Defense Corps count as military?" he asks, once he has the bartender's attention. "If they don't, does it count that I'm on an Earth Company ship and do the numbers on one of their fighters?"

[frmthebeginning]

Dot dot.

"See, ordinarily I'd think Air force...Marine Core...What's the United Defense Corps?"

[beenthenumbers]

"They're in charge of defending the Sol system, and peacekeeping on Earth itself," Ben answers, "but I've never been downworld; I went UDC rather than Earth Company because I was seriously hoping for a downworld job."

[frmthebeginning]

He frowns, "....Guess that sort of counts as Air Force. When you say system you mean space right?"

Definately Air Force.