Happy Hour

[not_his_pa]

The Bar finds William as he's limping his way through the last of his chores and checking that the tack's stored away. He smiles as he comes through, time's been on his side and he's healing up. The bruises on his face are pretty colors but healing, his knee hurts but he can walk on it and his elbow's bending better

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[52_dropoff]

"My book came with the oddest selection of books," notes a man reading the board. "I think it's someone's idea of a recommended reading list.

"A few of them are worth actually reading."

[not_his_pa]

"What sorts of books did you ask for, sir? Can I get you anythin'?"

William carefully stands up to make his way over to where Charlie is and look at his pile of books.

[52_dropoff]

"Just some water.

"And that's the funny thing. I didn't ask. I just found books. About 40. Most are philosophy. Good stuff for some." He show one such book. The Art of War by Sun Tzu. "Don't let the name fool you. It can be used for things that don't involve killing." Those he would add that business and politics can be as cutthroat as war.

[not_his_pa]

"Any particular kind of glass, sir? That seems nice of her, maybe she thought you needed somethin' new to read. I don't think I've heard of that book before."

[properpolice]

Shaz has been in a few pubs in her time. She's met a few pubicians, and a few bar maids... and now William is getting a faintly jaded look of a beat copper wondering what exactly the story behind this is.

[not_his_pa]

William tries to sit up straighter when she comes up to the Bar and nods to her,

"Can I get you anythin', ma'am?"

[properpolice]

"You old enough to be servin'?" She asks, though there's truly precious little she could do about it here. Actually, there's precious little she could do about it anywhere - if the beer is good, there's quite a few lads who'd be convinced to look the other way with a pint or two.

Still. Force of habit. According to mum, it's a good habit.

Of course, DI Drake has to wake up to keep saying those sorts of things, doesn't she?

[not_his_pa]

"I'm pretty sure I am, ma'am, least don't think anyone would care at home,"

He knows in the future people probably would but Milliways is different.

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch's door and appetite don't normally coincide with Happy Hour. When your door decides to up an dissapear though it tends to limit your options. There is a pattering of rapid footsteps as something small approaches the bar. Moments later a... creature has scaled the nearest stool and pauses for a moment, peering at William through large crimson eyes.

Beat.

An empty jar is pointedly thunked on to Bar's surface.

"More," growls the figure with a hint of urgency. Most days the 'please' would follow after a few seconds. Today is not most days.

[not_his_pa]

William reflexively goes for a gun that's not on his hip and tries not to stare too much,

"More what?"

[evil_koala_626]

William's question prompts a look. It is a look that clearly calls his intelligence into question.

Ordinarily the staring might garner a snigger. At the moment, however Stitch is hungry. Stitch has never been quite this hungry before.

"More." Honestly. The jar is pushed farther across the Bar. Surely William knows what Guava mustard is! Or, y'know, can read the label.

[not_his_pa]

He hadn't realized the jar had a label due to well Stitch but carefully William takes the jar and backs up,

"I'm goin' to go into the kitchen and see if they have some. Don't eat anyone."