Happy Hour

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart had just wanted a bowl of dog food for Franz; but when he approaches the bar tonight, he gets the familiar yellow napkin.

Well.

There are worse things.-

Dog Themed Happy Hour

Dog House Dew
Dog Biscuit
Fluffy Dog
Prairie Dog

Then, he stands behind the bar and waits for customers. Franz the dog settles down underneath a bar stool.

Comments

[makesthings]

Sam feels close to falling asleep and approaches the bar, stopping to smile at Franz,

"Hello, you've found a nice place under there."

[scots_wolf]

Franz lifts his head, and thumps his tail on the floor, looking at Sameth with expectant friendliness.

"Offer him your hand to sniff," Urquhart suggests.

[makesthings]

He actually kneels down to give Franz his hand and be in a better place for petting him,

\ "What's his name?"

[scots_wolf]

"Franz," Urquhart says. "My friend Alfred brought him from his world, and found him his name."

[weplayparts]

"I'm sensing a theme here," she replies, approaching the bar with a knowing look.

(She can also sense the dog without even needing to look to confirm its presence; in fact, she caught its scent even before she came downstairs, a fact that's still all kinds of unnerving.)

[scots_wolf]

Saffron!

"And the reason for the theme is under that stool," Urquhart says. "His name is Franz. He followed our friend Alfred in from his world."

The dog lifts his head and thumps the floor with his tail.

[weplayparts]

"He likes you," she replies, after a beat of brief deduction and a quick glance under the stool at the dog in question.

"But I'm getting the impression that it's because he's a little spoiled."

[scots_wolf]

"He is well-trained and does what he is told," Urquhart says. "So he gets perks. That's the ancient contract of humanity and caninity."

[mamba_with_me]

Black Mamba is new to Milliways - very, very new, as in her first discovery of the Bar was five minutes ago.

When she sees the rough-looking Urquhart behind the bar, with a list of specials and everything, he seems like the best person to ask where the hell she is.

She approaches the bar and reads the specials, then looks down at the fuzzy wuzzy dog and all oretense of growly peevishness leaves her.

"Hello, puppy." She bends down to scritch his ears, then straightens up.

"So, where am I? And what's in a Fluffy Dog?"

[scots_wolf]

"Baileys and cointreau," the big, rough Scotsman says. "Tasty."

Franz the dog thumps the floor with his tail, very happy for the attention.