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pineslog2017-02-12 07:16 pm
keephimtalking) wrote in pineslog2017-02-12 07:16 pm
Get drunk while the space birdman judges you
Who: Lantar Sidonis and anyone looking to get drunk or get hired!
Where: Weaver's
When: 12.02!
What: Lantar opens the new bar!
Warnings: Alcohol consumption!
[Open to everyone!]
Weaver’s doesn’t open with a lot of fanfare. Lantar just props up the sign outside and hurries back in before the chill starts getting to him under the five layers of scarves he’d put on.
The sign reads:
<- WE HAVE BEER
AS COLD AS THIS
FREAKING WEATHER
Experimental subjects
Taste tasters wanted. Free alcohol.
Potentially disgusting, but free.
Stuck to the front of the door is another sign.
HELP WANTED
Looking for: Bartender (1) and servers (2)
Willing to train
Come inside and have a gander! The selection isn’t that great yet, but Lantar’s open for input!
Where: Weaver's
When: 12.02!
What: Lantar opens the new bar!
Warnings: Alcohol consumption!
[Open to everyone!]
Weaver’s doesn’t open with a lot of fanfare. Lantar just props up the sign outside and hurries back in before the chill starts getting to him under the five layers of scarves he’d put on.
The sign reads:
<- WE HAVE BEER
AS COLD AS THIS
FREAKING WEATHER
Taste tasters wanted. Free alcohol.
Potentially disgusting, but free.
Stuck to the front of the door is another sign.
HELP WANTED
Looking for: Bartender (1) and servers (2)
Willing to train
Come inside and have a gander! The selection isn’t that great yet, but Lantar’s open for input!
no subject
He has, however, worked with bored Vorcha.
At her question, Lantar draws in air with through his teeth and exhales it with all the sense of long-sufferingness that someone who's had to field this question 500 times these past few weeks. There's a little bit of a pause before he answers though, filled with the rustle of paper as he nabs a notebook out of one of the drawers and flips through it.
"I'm a Turian," he says at last, ripping the recipe cheat sheet from the book and then moving to fetch the tape. "My species' motherworld is Palaven. We're dextro-amino based and we're obligate carnivores."
Falling silent again, he carefully tapes the edges of the sheet down, careful to make it parallel to the edge of the counter.
"Any other questions you want me to field while we're here?"
Still freaking weird that not everyone here knows what a Turian is considering he's lived here for all his life.
Probably.
Maybe.