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Oddly enough, this was not the first time Pip had tended bar.
She had fixed drinks for her father's roommates from when she was big enough to unscrew the lids on the applicable bottles. When they had lived in the back of Club Fuerza, sometimes the owner put her on shaker duty just to watch the customers react, which usually meant gaping or nervous laughter, though there had been all kinds of fun reactions and of course some people who were already too drunk to notice.
She'd actually done /less/ bartending now that she lived in a manor, and then mostly for Dad. Oh, Ambra placed orders when her nails just wouldn't dry, nevermind those few times Siebenkas got himself silly and didn't manage to turn down her offer of one more.
Pip remembered though and with great fondness. She /liked/ be responsible for silliness in others.
And besides, most people after a drink or two? They stopped noticing if she wanted to rub on their hands and have herself that very special drink of her own: the cares they just couldn't seem to actually care about anymore.
She raided the back room and the walk-in, scampering between those and the bar itself, her arms overflowing with pineapple juice flacons and bottles of rum. She filled her skirt with limes and let those run free along the counter. And before she helped herself to any ice cream.
Of which she only tasted a little. With a spoon and everything.
The chalk board of specials had been labeled with some cordials that all sounded boring to Pip. She scrubbed them out and wrote instead.
Tonight's Specials Mai Tai Singapore Sling Paradise Cosmopolitan Sharkbite Electric Milkshake Iced Tea That Makes You Blush
She almost ran out of room on the last one and had to write pretty small, but in the end she got the point across, even with a pink-cheeked smiley face.
Then, she pushed over the stepstool and waited. This enormous grin on her face.
Pip
Reply to order drinks/ask WTF [Responses may be somewhat delayed during PST daylight hours]
Oddly enough, this was not the first time Pip had tended bar.
She had fixed drinks for her father's roommates from when she was big enough to unscrew the lids on the applicable bottles. When they had lived in the back of Club Fuerza, sometimes the owner put her on shaker duty just to watch the customers react, which usually meant gaping or nervous laughter, though there had been all kinds of fun reactions and of course some people who were already too drunk to notice.
She'd actually done /less/ bartending now that she lived in a manor, and then mostly for Dad. Oh, Ambra placed orders when her nails just wouldn't dry, nevermind those few times Siebenkas got himself silly and didn't manage to turn down her offer of one more.
Pip remembered though and with great fondness. She /liked/ be responsible for silliness in others.
And besides, most people after a drink or two? They stopped noticing if she wanted to rub on their hands and have herself that very special drink of her own: the cares they just couldn't seem to actually care about anymore.
She raided the back room and the walk-in, scampering between those and the bar itself, her arms overflowing with pineapple juice flacons and bottles of rum. She filled her skirt with limes and let those run free along the counter. And before she helped herself to any ice cream.
Of which she only tasted a little. With a spoon and everything.
The chalk board of specials had been labeled with some cordials that all sounded boring to Pip. She scrubbed them out and wrote instead.
Tonight's Specials
Mai Tai
Singapore Sling
Paradise
Cosmopolitan
Sharkbite
Electric Milkshake
Iced Tea That Makes You Blush
She almost ran out of room on the last one and had to write pretty small, but in the end she got the point across, even with a pink-cheeked smiley face.
Then, she pushed over the stepstool and waited. This enormous grin on her face.