Happy Hour: St Patrick's Day edition

[i_got_vision]

Butch Cassidy is not Irish, nor Catholic--in fact, true story, he's a Mormon whose parents were English and Scottish immigrants. He's also from a time before the days of green beer and excessive use of food coloring. But he does know an Irish girl who used to work at Fannie Porter's (until she married a rancher), name of Mary Grace, who could

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[52_dropoff]

Charlie tries not to stare. The man probably has no idea at all that he looks like Paul Newman. (Well, it could actually be Paul Newman, but that seems unlikely.) The man certainly has no idea that the Bar made Charlie look like an older Paul Newman last April 1.

"Let me guess. It's St. Patrick's Day again?"

[i_got_vision]

No idea at all, though the resemblance sure is remarkable.

"That's what the note on the bar said," he says with a grin, holding up a napkin, "and who am I to argue with the magical creature that supplies me with alcohol?"

[52_dropoff]

"I hear that is a wise policy. Though I have no idea what the Bar does if you say no.

"I'm afraid, however, that I don't drink much, so your specials aren't for me. And I have no idea if I'm Irish." His red head is the wrong shade for that, he thinks.

[i_got_vision]

"With my luck I'd get cut off," he says, "and being Bound here, well, that could get unpleasant real fast."

He'd have to get other people to order his drinks for him, and that's more of a hassle than he's willing to risk.

"Some people say that everybody's Irish on St. Patrick's Day. Don't know if it's true, but it sounds good. Can I get you something else?"

[theunsmiling]

"Any recommendations?" Michael asks, slinging herself into a seat at the bar.

She takes a moment to shove a few strands of flyaway dark hair out of her eyes. Futility has never really discouraged her much. Given how quickly her hair falls back into place, this is probably a good thing.

Or not.

"I feel spoiled for choice."

[i_got_vision]

"It depends on what you're in the mood for," he says, giving a polite nod by way of greeting. "Me, I'm partial to Old Taylor. But I know some folks don't like bourbon; maybe they want something sweeter, maybe they want something stronger. Everybody's got different tastes."

He knows the feeling. There are almost too many choices here at the bar, so he tends to default to his old favorites unless someone specifically gives him something different.

[theunsmiling]

"Give me the Old Taylor, then. It sounds like it might be worth trying."

So many things are, in the long run. It helps pass the time. (Among other things.)

"Thanks."

[i_got_vision]

"Finest bourbon a man can get, out in Texas," he says, as he opens a bottle and pours a glass. "Well, most places I go in Texas anyway. There's smaller towns where they don't have much of anything that's not local, but you don't know what you're getting. You take your chances with that."

He slides the glass over. "There you go."

[raptorcanaria]

[OOC: This is kind of insta-slow, I'm afraid, so ignore if you wish]

Dinah's first reaction is ugh, green, but on when a second glance reveals the day, she instantly forgives him

"OK, I'll have an Irish Coffee," she says, perching on a bar stool.

[i_got_vision]

[ooc: no worries! Slows are love.]

"Excellent choice," he says with a grin, as he sets about mixing one up. "That's the best of both worlds, right there. And the coffee here actually has flavor to it, too--not just burnt water."

[raptorcanaria]

"Oh my God," Dinah agrees re: the coffee, "they do this frozen coffee thing from the future - even my future. It's amazing."

[i_got_vision]

"...frozen coffee?" he repeats. "Frozen on purpose? Do you eat it like a dessert?"

[waxwontbeenough]

The Irish drink half price, but not all of them want alcohol.

A redhead approaches the bar and says, in her liltiest Irish lilt, "I take it the half-price deal applies?"

And good lord above but is the bartender handsome.

[i_got_vision]

"For you?" he asks with a grin. "Absolutely."

He's a sucker for a good accent, and by 'good' he means basically 'something that isn't from Utah.'

"What can I get for you?"

[waxwontbeenough]

"A latte, please," she answers. "I stay away from spirited drinks. Are you the regular bartender? I'm quite new, you see."

[i_got_vision]

"Latte," he repeats, in the tone of a man who seems to think that by saying it he'll magically know what it is and how to make it.

"No, I'm just filling in. There was a note, and it doesn't hurt to earn a little pin money. Welcome, anyway. Enjoying the place so far?"