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[dissonates]

I-

....

...Stupid.

Good Spirits is now open.




[Guess who's trying to get active while Guy's kidnapped? Sitting around, bitching at people, and breaking things won't solve anything, so for once Asch is being an adult about it. He has no idea what Meryl's bar schedule is, so with Guy gone he's claiming the bartender job. ...Hopefully this will not end badly. He'll be there every day from now until Guy returns, so feel free to challenge his novice mixing skills.

Come bother the awkward redhead?]

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[galddigger.livejournal.com]

-- But if you really wanted to try, I guess you can go right ahead~!

[Action]

[freedomofscore.livejournal.com]

Hopefully things will continue on smoothly then.

Have you tried making other drinks before, I'll like to try another one.

[dissonates]

[Augh, what. Why are girls so confusing. Asch shrugs it off carelessly, finding a few random ingredients and starting to mix. Starting with some orange juice, now where's that syrup she mentioned...?]

Did you come here looking for Guy?

[Action]

[dissonates]

With my luck, I doubt that.

[Asch tries mixing something a little stronger, but adds a sweet fruit flavour to it, sliding it across the counter to Frings.]

[galddigger.livejournal.com]

[She props her elbows up on the counter and rests her chin in her hands.]

Nope, I came looking for you! You did say that the bar was open, didn't you~?

[dissonates]

[Syrup acquired! Mixing, mixing.]

...Why would you want to see me. [The concept, it is alien to him.]

[galddigger.livejournal.com]

[Icon keywords relevant, for a change!]

Because I heard you talking over the journals? Because it's fun to poke fun at you? Because... because!

[gomugomunopwn.livejournal.com]

Hey, that's that place Meryl works at right?

Do you guys finally have orange juice?

[Action]

[freedomofscore.livejournal.com]

Negative, aren't we?

[Trying that one then, and might keep this one as his last drink to keep himself completely sober.]

What do you call this drink?

[Action]

[dissonates]

Realistic and talking from experience.

[Asch pauses to pour himself a glass of water. Much as he'd like to have alcohol as well, he needs to stay sober for the evening.]

It doesn't have a name- it's just something I mixed together at random one day.

[dissonates]

Hmph. [Well, it's not like he isn't used to being bothered. He gives the mix a onceover, then goes to the icebox, getting some crushed ice and pouring it into the mixer to shake it up with the flavouring. Making something of a slushie might stir up an otherwise bland drink.]

I might consider it fun to poison whatever I give you, now.

[Action]

[freedomofscore.livejournal.com]

You should name it. It would be hard for customers to order an unknown drink.

[dissonates]

No idea. I'd have to check.

[Action]

[dissonates]

I never expected that I'd be mixing it for other people.

[Action]

[freedomofscore.livejournal.com]

It's an interesting concoction.

[Action]

[dissonates]

There's not much to it. It's so simple I don't even know what to name it. [Not that he's particularly creative to begin with.]

[Action]

[freedomofscore.livejournal.com]

[Well, this was a little difficult.] You don't need an unnecessarily fancy name for it, I'm sure.

[Action]

[dissonates]

Maybe I'll ask everyone who drinks it for suggestions and take a poll. [The idea is amusing- making it like a contest. Name That Drink!]

[Action]

[freedomofscore.livejournal.com]

That is one idea. Perhaps people would find it entertaining to give their own interpretations of the drink's name.

[herotypical]

[The Slayer has her own sorrows to drown, so when she sits down at the bar she barely manages to make eye contact before mumbling to the person on the other side of the counter:]

Make me your best whatever that doesn't taste like it has alcohol in it. [A pause.] Actually? Scratch that. Let's go with something that doesn't actually have any alcohol at all because, otherwise? That's a bad road.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Wow, he actually had a good idea. In that case-]

So what would you call it, then?

[Action]

[freedomofscore.livejournal.com]

A Fruity Surprise? I'm afraid I have no skill in naming drinks.

[dissonates]

[Asch doesn't pry about it, since plenty of people have something to be depressed about. He waits until she's done (god, make up your mind 8|) then pours her a virgin dacquri, sliding it over to her.]

No promises on the quality. I'm not a professional.

[Action]

[dissonates]

You're not alone there. Even so, I'll add your name to the poll.

[Looks like the Malkuth general isn't a bad fellow. D| No wonder Guy likes him.]

[herotypical]

[That was not the voice that she had expected. In fact, looking up from the drink, it's not the bartender she expected. Huh. With a frown, Buffy wonders just why this person--this person who is definitely not Guy or really anyone else that she might recognize by sight; although, his voice is familiar in a shadowy way--as if she spoke to him, once.]

So, just where is the professional? Vacationing it up?