Spike's Pub - Monday October 24

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

After hanging a small 'Help Wanted - must be over twenty-one' sign in the window, Spike set about opening up the pub. His conversation with Chewbacca had proved extremely promising, and he was humming softly as he unlocked the door.

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[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((what's the deal with that (being served I mean not the job) cos Paige has id proving she's 22?))

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

((Spike's still talking to Wolfram and Hart about the age thing. But if Paige has id that says she's 22, what's she doing in High School?))

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((well it's fake obviously, but very realistic so I just wondered if that would be enough for Spike))

[bowcastermaster.livejournal.com]

Chewbacca ambles in, ducking in through the door. He has thoughtfully brought is translator with him.

He growls and the machine spits out: "I am looking for Spike."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike turns a wide smile on him and waves him over to the bar. "Over here."

[bowcastermaster.livejournal.com]

Chewbacca stands near but does not lean on the bar. His pelt is freshly brushed and in no danger of shedding. He does not smile at Spike, since most humans find wookiee smiles no different from wookiee attack faces.

He growls a little more.
"We spoke about the job of bartender and/or bouncer. I am available to work most evenings. Two or three a week would be fine. I am adept at pulling draft beer, serving wine and can mix most basic drinks. And my size will surely be a deterrent to mischief by the little ones."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"You're hired," Spike told him, "provided you can live with the wage I'm offering. Two dollars over minimum wage - any tips you get, you keep. Bonus for tossing out any troublemakers. You can pick your nights, I'm down two bodies so I'm happy to work with your schedule."

[t-servo.livejournal.com]

*floats in*

Barkeep? Gimme a banana daiquiri, with extra banana, and a couple of those little umbrella thingies, too. And a straw, definitely gonna need a straw. You see these arms? Not gonna hold up a glass, are they?

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

There was a long pause as Spike stared at the floating gumball machine. "A banana daiquiri... with an umbrella... and a str...." He stopped, visibly reconsidering asking any questions. "Right. One banana daiquiri."

[t-servo.livejournal.com]

Thank you very kindly, barkeep. I'm kinda new in town, if you hadn't guessed by not seeing a handsome robot like me around before.

Interesting town you've got here. Reminds me of a few Corman movies, actually. I'm not gonna stumble into Tor Johnson any time, am I? I'm not sure I could handle encountering that hairy chunk of lardcake. *laugh*

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike's eyes were still wide as he set up the blender, looking back over his shoulder at Servo. "This place is completely insane, mate, any way you slice it and I'd say that if there's someone or something you want to avoid, just wait long enough and I'm sure it'll show up."

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

Allison wanders in, she could use a good drink or two.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike turned a polite smile on the newcomer. "Evenin'. What can I get you?"

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

"Something hard." Allison says, obviously she wants to drown her troubles.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Raising an eyebrow, Spike produced a bottle of whiskey and poured her a healthy portion. "It's your liver."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson wandered in and tonight, as he slid up onto the bar stool, he was able to order with a clear conscience.

"Scotch, single malt, top shelf, neat, three fingers...and if you could make sure it never dips below one finger, I'd be forever greateful."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Happy to, mate." Spike produced a bottle from behind the bar, the legend 'Dr. Wilson' scrawled neatly across the label. "I get enough headaches from that lot and I only run a pub... so I figured you'd be back soon enough."

A glass was clicked neatly against the bar top in front of Wilson and the correct amount of scotch added. "Drink up."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

The younger doctor grinned as he saw the legend and reached into his back pocket for his wallet. Tugging out another fifty, he pushed it across the counter and slid the wallet back.

"You get a headache as well? My condolances." He was genuine and lifted up the scotch to salute Spike.

"Thank you, Sir. You are a sanity saver." Taking a solid mouthful of the smooooooottthhhh amber liquid, Wilson's eyes drifted closed in a blissful expression as he swallowed.

"Ooooh that is good."

And wrapping his hands around the scotch, he stared down into the swirl of liquid.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"It'd better be good," Spike told him with no little amusement as he made the fifty disappear. "I'm charging you enough for it. Have a bad day?"

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Tick walks into the pub, continuing his quest to get more acquainted with the town. He was carrying a Rubik's Cube.

"Hello, good sir! I'll have a glass of your finest cola, please!"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

After Tom Servo, Spike only spent about ten seconds staring at the Tick before simply nodding and asking, "With or without ice and a straw?"

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"Without ice, with a straw, please!" Tick smiled.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Crowley and Aziraphale walk in together, Crowley slightly ahead. He surveys the layout, takes a deep breath, and smiles with chilling glee]

It's quite like home, angel! Let's get a table and have a pint, like old times.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Told you, dear boy. [His voice is quite chipper, and he happily follows Crowely in.]

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

This isn't one of those obscene establishments that has banned smoking, is it? [He slides into a booth, and waves a hand at the pubkeep]