happy hour

[docscurlock]

After an afternoon of putting Nova and Cortez through their paces out back, and after a hot shower, Doc finds himself at the bar in search of a cup of hot chocolate. Instead, he finds a napkin asking him to bartend.

He deliberates for a minute, and then writes up a quick specials board.

Half off
Woodford Reserve Hot ChocolateBourbon

Comments

[not_his_pa]

William comes in from the front door and stares at the hot chocolate before pulling off his gloves as he sits down,

"Can I have a mug of that, sir?"

[docscurlock]

Doc's studying the boy as he walks in through the Front Door, but he merely offers him a smile.

"Yeah, I'll get you one. You want the marshmallows on top or on the side," he asks, as he moves to grab a mug from a selection laid out behind the bar.

[not_his_pa]

It's cold and been flurrying out in Arizona so there's a dusting of snow on William and he looks tired.

Even though there's less to do in the Winter, there's always work that needs doing and Mark might be better but better if he's not in the cold, "Can I get both, sir?"

[docscurlock]

"Sure."

He ladles out a good-sized mug of the hot drink and then piles some marshmallows on top, before also filling a small bowl with them. Both get passed across the bar along with a napkin.

"There you are."

[dr_sarcasm]

Ton drops onto a barstool. "Like that last special. No work involved. Man after my own heart." The cyborg doctor nods appreciatively. "Lomin-ale."