BARTENDER - DAFFODIL

[wooliefrand]

WHO: DAFFODIL + CUSTOMERS
WHERE: DAFFODIL BARN
WHEN: BARTENDER GAME

[ Your barn has a new???? (temporary???) addition! One of the outside walls now has a cabinet of various drinks, all of which sits behind what appears to be an L-shaped bar counter, complete with a sink, ice box, and glass cabinet on the inner side, and stools for customers(?) on the outer side.

Posted on the wall is a recipe book, and above it, a big chalkboard listing the various drinks from said recipe book.

Tied to the drinks cabinet are a number of ribbons in your barn's color. Wonder what those are for. ]

OOC RULES | RECIPE BOOK | MAIN GAME POST

Comments

[rugpull]

Wow that's a lotta words.

[secondbornsun]

[ leafs through the recipe book briefly and then tosses it ]

Sounds like a hassle.

[secondbornsun]

's too early for this.

[rugpull]

If only it was just servin' drinks like normal 'd have this in the bag....

[secondbornsun]

There's still the servin' part, 'least.

[rugpull]

Okay first order for the strongest we got--let's do a margarita and we can each do a memory we share but from eacha out perspectives or something. That's easy yeh?

[secondbornsun]

Sure, sounds fine. Pick one.

[rugpull]

Spelldrive game, the one where I whipped ass.

[as he drinks an alcohol]

[rugpull]

Okay Yata wants a margarita with extra lemon...

[chugs a booze]

Nasty~

Two juices with extra lemon so thats fruit so~....share two memories with hurt, shame, irritation...

Uhm what sorta memories should I pick for shame...gross....

[rugpull]

[okay crushed ice for this memory of Gran not eating... he wasn't strong enough to not need help...]

And the second memory...irritation, that's easy

It's a memory of Ruggie checking in on a table at a restaurant, the patron berating him. The food is not good, it took too long, he didn't come here just to be insulted. Where's the manager!!

Big ears had overheard earlier that this man had been enjoying the meal. He must not have realizes Ruggie could hear that well, multitask that well. Hate this guy. He's arrogant and entitled and just wants to get a better deal.

Ruggie smiles pleasantly, humbly assuring him the manager will be over right away while annoyance pricks hot and sharp. There's always SOMEONE like this....]

[secondbornsun]

You're gonna hafta be more specific than that?

[secondbornsun]

[ ew






how dare you make me experience service work ]

[rugpull]

The one where I got the name Disc Thief.

[rugpull]

Welcome to my life.

[secondbornsun]

Wow~ Bet ya feel lucky that I'm su~ch a good patron in comparison, huh?

[rugpull]

Yer USUALLY not as annoying.

Usually.

[secondbornsun]

Thanks.

[rugpull]

Wanna add anything?

[secondbornsun]

Ain't ya got it all covered already? Two juices, alcohol, 'n extra lemon.

[rugpull]

Ey yeh. Guess yer gonna mostly just watch?

[secondbornsun]

. . . I'll get the next drink.

[rugpull]

Thanks Tart~ I like when I can count on yer help~

[secondbornsun]

[ looks over the orders . . . considering for a moment . . . ]

Biscuit. Bring me a ribbon.

[ , ]

[rugpull]

[ribbon fetch. holds it out to him]

[secondbornsun]

[ does not take the ribbon. offers his own wrist out ]