bar is open

[meteo_sniper]

the bar is open

Specializing in Wedding Receptions, Office Parties, Class Reunions & Gatherings Of Any Size

Please, leave your weapons at the door

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[meteo_sniper]

[ Lockon is most likely lounging at the bar, sipping his drink, and open for conversation ]

[gallifreytotrenzalore]

[A hand reaches out to pat Lockon on the back. It belongs to the Doctor, who is now carrying his perfectly brewed tea around and looking for people to talk to. Despite having been indoors for a while that silly extremely cool stetson is still firmly placed on his head and he grins at the other man broadly.] Hello there. This seat taken? [With his free hand, he points at the barstool to Lockon's right.]

[meteo_sniper]

[ Lockon inspects that barstool for a moment, and then points at it with a small grin ]

Doesn't look like a reserved chair to me, so it should be a free game. Unless it has a name glued underneath.

[gallifreytotrenzalore]

[The Doctor, true to form, actually bends over to check. The large grin he's still wearing when he looks at Lockon again however gives away that he only played along.] No name anywhere! And speaking of names ... [He moves to sit down on the stool and sets his tea down on the bar, extending a hand to Lockon.] The Doctor. Wonderful to meet you. Now, what brings you here?

[meteo_sniper]

Lockon, or just Neil [ he gives the offered hand a firm shake ] and it's the fanciest of drinks that summoned me here tonight.

So... medicine? Or sciences? I would put the bet on latter, because that hat tells me so. [ he points at the stetson ] But I am not most lucky in bets.

[gallifreytotrenzalore]

Miss Ginia here has quite the collection I see. [Not that he is interested in alcohol usually, but he has eyes.] Or maybe it's less her and more this place. [Something about it made the Doctor think he might be able to feel the stocks refilling themselves and time being looped into infinity, closing this place off from any external influences.]

Both and more. I am easily distracted. Or at least my friends often tell me I am. [His smile is an enigma, like an unspoken secret hanging between him and Lockon.] I usually am, but it often depends on the bet. Or the back up plan one's got in store. Or just your ability to run really fast. [And he is brilliant at the last two, that's for sure.]

So, Neil, you are either from a place called Ireland or a planet that makes you sound like you are. Could be both, really. I think that planet - Menora 7, was it? - even has a city called Ireland or several. [Sorry, he is just expecting you to be used to time-space-travels. He does that sometimes.]

[scrap_metal]

[ Genos on the other hand is looking out of place, and confuzzled. Leave your weapons at the door... He shouldn't be here, he's a weapon. ]

[rutagraveolens]

[ Hiding by a booth, Rue peers at Genos curiously. She's not trying to be rude, but she's never seen anyone like him before.]

[scrap_metal]

[ He had that hunch that someone is observing him. It took a short while to locate the culprit.

A staring contest! Genos is not going to back down from that, he stares right back. Just the way he does everything - very seriously. ]

[rutagraveolens]

[Rue flinches slightly. Her instinct is to duck down, but since she's already been caught, she stares back defiantly, ready to flee if he tries anything.]

[scrap_metal]

Is there something in particular you want? [ Is this even a place for such kids? ]

[rutagraveolens]

[Honestly? Not really, but as long as no one is serving alcohol to the kids and the kids aren't getting in trouble, no one seems to mind either.]

Are you from the Capitol?

[scrap_metal]

I don't even know what that is. [ Genos answers with a shrug of his mechanical arms ]

Ginia Solana | OC

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[There are worst afterlives to be in, though Ginia isn't sure if the place is an afterlife or not. More of a waystation for people to drop in and out of without any consequences in their lives and their worlds. With no life left in her world, the bar and its world has become her home.

It's another night. Ginia can be found working her bartending magic behind the bar, over by the pool table or dartboard, or kicking back with a drink of her own with her loyal dog at her side.]

[meteo_sniper]

[ Glancing at the menu, Lockon walks by the bar ] One Napoleon's Loss. Haven't tried that one. [ And technically he has all the time now to taste different drinks and cocktails. Then he notice the bartender behind the counter ]

Ginia? A familiar face! [ he beams but then pauses ] Or am I mistaken?

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[She's seen a lot of people over the years, living in her world and living here. But she's got a good memory and some people you can never forget. Ginia grins back at Lockon and nods, hands signing quickly in front of her.]

/The one and only. Good to see you again, L-O-C-K-O-N. How have you been? Give me a moment to mix your drink./

[meteo_sniper]

It's been far too long! [ He planned to go to one of the tables, but now situation changed, and he goes for the counter stool instead. ]

Take the all time you need. I'm not going anywhere.

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[She's not going anywhere either, but good service is a must. It doesn't take long for Ginia to mix the drink and set on a coaster in front of Lockon. As she wipes her hands off on a towel, her dog pads over to sniff at Lockon. She sniffs at him before sitting next to him, tail wagging slowly.]

/Meet my dog, F-R-E-Y-A./

[meteo_sniper]

Hey there! Pleasure to meet you! [ Lockon kneels down all to happy to give Freya a good pat and scratch behind an ear. Drink can wait. ] Guarding this place is a big responsibility, keep doing good work!

[ Then he climbs back on the chair ] Or is it "mascot" job she has here?

[gallifreytotrenzalore]

[The Doctor was wearing a hat, a stetson to be precise, because that is the kinda thing you ought to wear at a bar. Maybe. Not that this was a saloon or anything like it, but he had a cool hat that would be a lot less cool if it just hung around the TARDIS all by itself. So with the old girl parked right outside he had entered this place. He honestly wasn't too sure where or what this was, but he was too used to situations like these to much care.

He pulled out a chair for himself and sat down at the bar, slightly lifting the hat's rim so he could look the bartender right in the eye, then said:]

One cup of tea, make it strong. [In his best impression of the cowboy you would find in a wild west scenario. Not that this was, but last time a lot of things had gotten in the way of him enjoying it, so he wanted to give it another shot.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[There's something about a hat that makes someone more noticeable, especially a hat as distinct as a stetson. Not the kind of average wear you usually see, barring certain areas.

Ginia nods her head at him, quickly signing a response.]

/Of course. Any preference for type of tea? We have several types of white, green, and black tea on hand, but if you want something specific, I'll see what I can do./

[The nice thing about a bar that exists in all places and no places? The shelves know what you need.]

[gallifreytotrenzalore]

[Oh, sign language! How fun. It's been a while since the Doctor has last had to use that particular skill of his, but he also speaks baby, so this shouldn't be much of a problem. His eyes light up and his act is dropped in the blink of an eye, replaced by a big, friendly smile.]

/What would you recommend, Miss Bartender?/

[Tea is good for the soul, any kind of tea. But he's a fan of trying new things, so he's curious what she will get him.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[The automatic translation of the world is nice, but Ginia always enjoys it when someone signs back at her.]

/If your tastes lie toward something minty, we have a Moroccan mint tea on hand. Very strong and fragrant. If you would like a sweeter flavor, I can think of a good black tea from China. Assam tea is also very popular. Personally, I enjoy the Moroccan mint./

[gallifreytotrenzalore]

[When in Rome ... Well, actually the Doctor just enjoys making use of the many languages he speaks once in a while. With his trusty TARDIS handling the translation for him and his travelling companions usually, he doesn't get the chance often enough.] /Minty it is, then./ [He was saying that he wanted to go with what she recommends after all.] /I'm the Doctor, by the way. Have you worked here long, Miss?/

[semi_reformed_pirate]

[ That part about leaving weapons at the door? Ryoko is apparently the enforcer today. She won't let you bring any weapons in. Totally not!!

Too bad she's already happily drunk. Not a type of person for such responsibility. ]