Barmaid on Duty!

[maid_of_astolat]

Elaine comes downstairs for her shift, clad in her normal shift clothes of a T-shirt ("Milliways Barmaid--Hands Off!") and jeans, her hair braided back.

She's in a good mood, despite the anniversary of her death two days ago.

That she's still not thinking of, of course. Not a bit.

But she's here, in a good mood, and ready to take orders.

Comments

[prettyhelen]

Her fellow waitress waves from down the bar. "Good Evening, Elaine!"

[maid_of_astolat]

"Good even, Helen. And how are you faring tonight?"

[prettyhelen]

Helen shrugs a bit. "I am alright, I guess. and yourself?"

[maid_of_astolat]

"Well enough. You seem concerned about something, is anything amiss?"

[bothbutneither]

"Elaine, right?"

She's the one who knows Spike. Slowly but surely, Gren's getting to know a few people here.

There were regulars in Blue Crow: people he saw all the time. Some came for the music and some came to have a warm place to go, and some came to drown their sorrows in drink and others just happened by.

Bars are bars, no matter where they are. And they all have a house special drink.

"Got any drink recommendations for me?"

[maid_of_astolat]

Elaine grins. "Good even, Gren. The beer is good here--all varieties of them. How have you been faring?"

[bothbutneither]

"It's been interesting times, Elaine."

I'm both at once, but I'm neither one. "Someone asked me the other night what I was. I had to stop and think about that one." Tilting his head, his smile widens a little bit. "What kind of beer is your favorite?"

[maid_of_astolat]

Elaine tilts her head to the side curiously. "What you were? Well, you're a person, aren't you?"

She's learned not to make so many distinctions about 'what' a person is since she's been here.

"I like the darkish sort of beer, myself." She grins. "The sort of stuff I used to get at home."