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[captained]

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Half off simple orders.There's also a Steve behind the bar, probably looking a little out of place. Since his door is stuck, there's not much he can do about getting back home, and any chance to help out is one he's probably going to take. Even when written on a napkin. He's not entirely sure what goes into professional

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"That sounds familiar."

The speaker is an Asian-looking young woman of... oh, nineteen or twenty years of age, something like that. Hard to say for sure. She's got short, almost steel-gray hair, and a number of scars (some faded, others not so much) from what might've been knives or other implements on her face. She's wearing a dark green uniform that looks almost like what might show up as Army fatigues in an Irving Berlin movie, but the only insignia on them isn't anything that'll ever show up in White Christmas.

"I've had to do a couple of rounds of bartending like that... can I just have a beer, please? Whatever you've got in stock will be fine..."

[captained]

"What do--" Steve glances up from sorting through bottles of whiskey, "Right. If you're looking for experienced service, I'm not really your guy." The girl's heritage is a bit disconcerting, since there's a war being fought against Japan outside of his door, but he's doing his best to keep an open mind. Especially here. And definitely on account of her military-esque outfit, though the insignia draws a blank.

"Sure. Would that be alcoholic or root beer?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"... I don't think I know that one," Ellen says after a bit of puzzled blinking. "What's root beer?"

She's heard the name before, but it was only ever here, and only ever once or twice. Didn't really stick in memory.

[captained]

"It's a drink made from sassafras root, and carbonated into soda." He's happy to wait while she makes up her mind.

[mayevendance]

"...?"

Peggy? Was not expecting to see him here.

At all.

"Rogers, why are you here?"

[captained]

It takes him about three seconds to recognize and label that voice. Peggy. Startled blue eyes lift from his project, locking directly on her in the way a deer eyes sudden headlights.

"Agent Carter."

Give him a moment.

"I'm bartending."

[mayevendance]

"Yes, I can see that." To cover the pause, she takes a seat at the bar.

"I wasn't expecting to see....Well, the only other person I've seen here that I know is Howard, uh, Mr Stark. I suppose it wasn't entirely out of the realms of possibility that someone else would turn up."

[captained]

"Mister Stark is here?" He's not entirely sure how to react to that on top of Peggy-- Agent Carter's arrival. Steve clears his throat shortly after gaining back a modicum of dignity, and rests a hand on the counter near her seat.

"Is there something I can get for you?"

[wheatencrown]

Demeter beams at Steve, he's a beautiful man and he has that extra shine heroes have,

"I would love a glass to red wine, dear. I don't think we've met before because I know I would remember you."

[captained]

Oh, he does not. No shine here - unless she means the recently cleaned hair.

"Red wine? Sure." He turns away to locate a bottle with the proper color liquid inside, uncorks and lets it breathe for a moment, then pours not quite a full glass and sets it before the older woman.

"Here, ma'am. Enjoy."

[wheatencrown]

"Thank you, now what's your name? You remind me of some of my nephews,"

That's mainly the muscles as her family has a habit of creating strong and at times handsome men.

[captained]

"Steven, but most call me Steve."

Big, strapping nephews. Of course.

"Are they fighting?"

[tyler_marlocke]

"Could I please have a hamburger with banana and hot peppers; and a big cinnamon hot cocoa for dinner please?"

It's a dirty (he's ten), slushy (he found a couple piles of snow outside) boy hopping up onto a bar stool. There's probably a note somewhere behind the bar about making the kid get some green veggie with any of his meals, but no way Tyler knows a darn thing about that.

[captained]

That's quite an order, Tyler. Steve dutifully writes it down before sliding the paper through the kitchen door, and goes about making a real hot cocoa (with milk), adding a pinch of cinnamon when it's finished.

"How are you?"

[tyler_marlocke]

"Doing okay, Uncle Ray's here taking a break from work, and I'm sticking around for a friend's birthday party..." Tyler grins, watching the entire cocoa making process.

He's likes hot cocoa, and seeing how things are made these days, so bartending is almost always a pleasure for him.

"Working on studying japanese for my extra-credit homework."

[captained]

"I met him the other day. New York scientist with a rather eclectic family." Steve grins back, unable to resist the joy of a child, even if Tyler doesn't seem all that young anymore.

"Why Japanese?"

[captained]

An eyebrow raises. He remembers Noriko from his initial arrival. A quick search brings up some Russian vodka and, while he's not entirely sure it'll do the trick, he sets a full shot glass in front of it, then the bottle next to it.

"You okay?"

[captained]

Steve frowns, stooping to lean against the counter.

"That's a very good thing." Beat. "Would you like to talk about it? I'm a decent listener."