Happy Hour

[hoopsonfire]

There is very pale woman in black jeans, stompy boots and a black leather bustier, leaning to the counter and waiting for orders.

Happy Hour is open.

Specials:

- Feed the bartender and drink free;

- Rhyme your order and get half off.

[ Open until it falls off]

Comments

[52_dropoff]

Charlie stares at the sign. Notices who and what the bartender is. And isn't sure this could be real.

"People would actually give up their blood for a free drink. Interesting."

[hoopsonfire]

"Give a pint, have many pints." The vampire smiles a little, nodding. "Trade fun for more fun, and more fun for fun."

[52_dropoff]

"I'll pass. I like my blood. I also have no idea if it's got any nutritional value since I'm dead." He takes a seat.

"Give me a moment to think of a rhyme?"

[hoopsonfire]

She nods, leaning to the counter on her elbows and watching him.

[chronodisplaced]

She reads the Specials board (she rather likes her blood where it is) and ponders.

After a minute,

"She is a little vampire, of that there is no doubt. But tooth decay has finally, made her fangs fall out."

[hoopsonfire]

"Not a nice thought, rhyme or verse or speech." The vampire raises a brow... she will blend a double chocolate-caramel milkshake, and place it before the girl.

"Sweet drinks to bitter words."

[chronodisplaced]

"Oh, this will do -- thank you."

She grins.

[hoopsonfire]

"Sweet nectar." She nods, leaning back and watching.

[brave_kreyu]

"Two things essential for a wine, are good grapes and sufficient time," Kreyu says with a smile. The Fledgling feels strange to Kreyu's senses. Dead, yet possessed of Karma.

She's an interesting puzzle for the dragon.

[hoopsonfire]

The vampire should feel like a mix and jumble of life energies... if she were not staying at Milliways so long, and feeding on sour blood substitutes.

She has a soul, marked and scarred by the power of the Blood.

She ponders a bit, before serving Kreyu a Tannat wine, in a large 'baloon' glass.

[brave_kreyu]

"Thank you," Kreyu replies with a smile. "What do you mean by 'Feed the Bartender'?" Assumptions can get you in all kinds of trouble, after all.

[hoopsonfire]

"A pint of blood, however you wish to part with: poured into a vessel or taken from another vessel, warm and rich and intoxicating, drank with mutual bliss." She really prefers the second way, but will take from a glass all the same.

[aleister_author]

Tyler limps up, cat still attached.

"And what, do tell, does the 'tender take?"

Assumptions are bad. Verify.

[hoopsonfire]

"A pint of blood, however you wish to part with: poured into a vessel or taken from another vessel, warm and rich and intoxicating, drank with mutual bliss." She really prefers the second way, but will take from a glass all the same.

[aleister_author]

Figures. Tyler pauses to count up the last time he gave to Sam, divides by two...

"You'll have to take it the first way, I'm afraid. Girlfriend."

Relationships. Weird everywhere.

[hoopsonfire]

"I can leave less marks than a needle. But the sensation..." The Kiss.