Happy Hour

[lasthalfmile]

Ben, for his part, is mostly squelching a smirk as he scribbles on his half of the specials board.

Dead Man Walking
The Lazarus
Walking Dead

He glances at Dan once he's finished.

"Well, I think it's funny

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[not_his_pa]

William's had a long day outside and is yawning when he sits at the Bar.

After Cubefall, Bill slowed down some as he was taking care of Dogmeat but not that much.

When he looks up, he stares for a good while and considers just going to hide by the fire.

[almosthonorable]

Ben's behind one end of the counter, drying a handful of just-washed shot glasses.

Neither he nor Dan is particularly busy at the moment; after a moment's pause, Ben dries his hands, picks up three of the small glasses, and starts to juggle.

A man has to find his own entertainment sometimes, after all.

[lasthalfmile]

"If you break those, Wade, you're payin' for them."

A dead man's salary isn't anything near what a live one's is.

Especially when that live one robs anything with pockets whenever he gets the opportunity.

[not_his_pa]

William watches the glasses and takes a breath as he works on what to say.

Damn Milliways and its way of changing everything,

"If he breaks enough, Pa, he could muck out the stalls for me, get his pretty boots dirty."

[scots_wolf]

"I think an arrogant bastard ale would be interesting," Urquhart says, approaching the bar with a grin for both the bartenders.

[lasthalfmile]

"I haven't tried one myself," Dan admits. "But if it's anything like the namesake, it'll be very good."

At being a bastard, that is.

Dan moves to fetch a glass so that he can pull a pint for their customer.

[almosthonorable]

Ben's reaching for a fresh towel to wipe all traces of an exploded bourbon milkshake from the counter. Overhearing, he chuckles, and nods toward Urquhart.

"I'm taking that as a compliment for myself. If you'll notice, Dan's got himself a sense of humor with those specials."

[scots_wolf]

"Nothing like having somebody to poke fun at," Urquhart says. He looks at Dan. "Aren't you William Evans' father?"

[weplayparts]

"Quite a number of specials tonight."

The comment could be directed at one (or both) of the men standing behind the bar - just the same, it comes from the red-haired woman who's just finished painting her nails a shade of dark crimson, pursing her lips to blow-dry.

"How is one expected to choose?"

[almosthonorable]

"A lady of your discerning tastes doesn't have to choose, Sassafras," Ben says, approaching her stool with a knowing smirk.

"You tell us what strikes your fancy, and we'll make it. Easy as that."

[lasthalfmile]

Ben must give everyone nicknames, Dan figures, as his fellow bartender for the night addresses the beautiful redhead down the counter.

"Despite his exterior, he can be agreeable," he adds. "Especially when there's a lady involved."

[weplayparts]

"Oh, I'm aware," she promises, acknowledging Ben with a brief incline of her head before paying the handsome newcomer a touch more attention.

"Especially given my last encounter with Mr. Wade. Though I was the one who left a little something to be desired in the agreeable department, isn't that right?"

[ringo2omoshiro]

"I'll have an Arrogant Bastard," says the skinny thing in black. "In memory of a guy I once knew." Oh, Light. You were just about as smart as you thought you were, but you weren't quite smart enough.

[lasthalfmile]

Dan is a bit taken aback by the creature's appearance -- he doesn't have any idea what the hell this patron even is -- but it doesn't stop him from nodding once the drink order has been given.

"Comin' right up," he replies, then moves to grab a clean glass.

[almosthonorable]

"I'll drink to that," Ben says, speaking over his shoulder as he concocts an Extended Jail Sentence for another customer. "Sounds like I'd like him."

[ringo2omoshiro]

"Maybe. Can't say he'd return the favor exactly, Ben. If you're the criminal half of this team, he might have had a use for you, but once that was over, it'd be lights out for you. hyuk, hyuk"

[braveomaticaya]

The alien might be a bit of a shock--seven feet or so tall, semi-shaved head, prehensile tail and blue-skinned as he is--but his leonine face is very expressive as he looks over the specials board.

And the expression is confusion.

"What is a Lazarus?"

[almosthonorable]

Ben takes in the newcomer with careful consideration; he's seen a lot during his time in Milliways, so he's learned to take appearances in stride.

And yet. Blue. All right, then.

"Oh, that'd be my friend over here," he says, with clear bemusement in his eyes and voice. "Don't mind him, he's amicable enough, for a dead man."

[lasthalfmile]

"Lazarus was a man who Jesus rose after he'd been dead for four days," Dan explains. "Benjamin here thought it'd be funny to bestow the nickname upon myself, and it's sort of...stuck."

Dan kind of likes it, he won't lie.

Also? This guy is huge. And very, very blue.

[braveomaticaya]

Sitting at a barstool doesn't make him much shorter, either; his tail, however, quiets. The braids and beads therein don't, and they clink together as his ears swivel, catlike, while he studies the man who is presumably dead.

"I will try one," he says a little stiltedly. He's been trying to practice his English here. "How did you die?" Tsu'tey addresses Dan with this, mostly because he sees no wounds on the man after a cursory glance.