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[slaying]

Rookies, newbies, New Feathers. Lend me your livers. And also possibly your ears.

I'm Buffy Summers and I'm spamming your journals today to tell you about Good Spirits. Which is a bar. Which is in the plaza. And it's a bar that's co-tended by me, and Zack Fair, Meryl Strife, and Shizuo. I know some other hot-spots have recently opened up but I can

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[halftheduet]

[Stephen has been in Luceti for four days.

And now he has discovered the bar. Which is very good, as he hasn't really slept in those four days.

He's doing another round of the shops in Luceti, searching for a few valuable items what are still missing. He hopes at least a few of them will surface.

But the advertisement caught his ear. Taverns are such a wonderful place to pick up conversation and news, after all. So he'll find a seat and eye the displayed alcohol. The bottles and labels don't look familiar, but...

Alcohol is alcohol.]

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[slaying]

...Having a hard time picking your poison?

[ her smile doesn't reach her eyes but it is, at least, as sincere as she can manage. she will put on her best brave face for her patrons. ]

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[halftheduet]

[For a moment, his gaze is sharp, studying, but it melts into something a bit baffled but friendly enough.]

A bit of whiskey will do, I think.

[He's still unsure about this whole thing, so he'll ask.]

Is there a charge? Or is this the same as the shops?

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[slaying]

There's a price -- [ she jokes ] -- but it's not too steep.

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[tehoniongirl]

[while Jilly didn't often drink, she enjoyed coming to Good Spirits. There was something about the atmosphere about it that was welcoming and busy, even when the rest of the village had gone quiet.

Today, though, she's not looking for the atmosphere so much as checking on Buffy. Not that she's going to openly admit that's what she's doing.]

[sliding onto a stool at the bar] Am I horribly boring if I just order a beer?

[slaying]

[ she breaths a little easier with jilly; after all, she need not fake it quite so much.

there's still a little faking, though. ]

I think that depends entirely on the kind of beer that you order.

[tehoniongirl]

Then how about if I say bartender's choice? I like surprises.

[slaying]

[ then what you get, jilly, isn't a beer at all but a bottle of irish apple cider. ]

...Surprise? I haven't had it. So -- it's an experiment.

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[chikaidestroyer]

[There is some polite applause on this side of the journal, Buffy.]

[slaying]

...Is that some sort of appreciation that I hear?

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

Someone has to voice it in a terribly public manner. [His tone is faintly amused.]

[voice]

[slaying]

Ah -- Albert.

I'm glad my wily advertising ways amused you.

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[noprevaricating]

[Someone shows up in a pretty good mood, for a change, and leans against the bar.]

A few bottles of your best rum will do.

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[slaying]

[ you may note, archie, that buffy is actually going for the best rum. not the mediocre rum. not even the slightly above average rum. this is the stuff she rarely gives jack, in fact. so little of it trickles through the supply lines. ]

I found him passed out in a blueberry bush last night, you know.

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[noprevaricating]

2/2

[noprevaricating]

[Sigh.] I should have known.

[Voice]

[consultmybooks]

...you're so much better at that than I am.

[Voice]

[slaying]

...And that's why I was voted May Queen at Hemery. Not that we called it May Queen but it's all about selling something, Giles. And I'm a seller. A good seller. Usually.

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[consultmybooks]

What, in this particular instance, are you selling?

[Voice]

[slaying]

An experience.