Happy Hour

[scarred_grin]

Another day, another shape--the one she'd worn in is nice, but it seemed like time for a change, and so here she is, with red-streaked black hair, more tattoos and visible piercings than her last form, and a rockabilly-style black dress with a cherry print. She's come down to the bar to people-watch and to drink--and to eat, of course--but doesn't

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[52_dropoff]

"156?" No reason not to guess.

[scarred_grin]

"There's a few more than that," she says, "but good try. Want some?"

[52_dropoff]

"A few. I don't eat much in the way of refined sugar. And I'll have to pass on anything with alcohol. Though I am curious what those drinks are." A few candies shouldn't hurt much, though.

[scarred_grin]

She opens the jar and offers it over.

"I like drinks that are sweet, but with a bit of spice to them," she says with a smile. "But that goes for life in general. Who wants to feel like drinking's a chore? There must be something else I can get for you, then."

[scarred_grin]

"...you've got me there," she says with a chuckle, and takes a sip of her drink.

"What can I get you?"

[scarred_grin]

"Coming right up," she says, getting two glasses and the appropriate bottles down.

"Always did have a weakness for sweet-talkers. Mama always said it'd get me into a lot of trouble someday."

[forewarned_is]

Someone's studying the specials board with interest.

[scarred_grin]

The specials are perfectly adequate, as far as specials go.

The bartender grins. "What can I get you?"

[forewarned_is]

She smiles back, although it's some distance from a grin.

"The Fire and Ice sounds interesting."

[mamba_with_me]

Black Mamba is intrigued by the drink selection - it's so vibrant. So when a door appears and deposits her in Milliways and she sees the specials board, she decides to stay awhile rather than turn tail and go sraight back home.

"I'll take a Red Witch, please," she says to the bartender in a purring alto.