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Bo, having woken up her usual size, species, and gender (also without a horse in her bed), hadn't realized it was one of those weekends until she walked into the club and found a kid behind the bar. A kid who couldn't quite look her in the eye, but could see over the counter without standing on a crate.

"...Tiny?"

He answered by grabbing a walnut from the bowl on the counter and cracking the shell in the crook of his elbow.

"Right. Go handle the door. Stamp anybody who looks over ten."

Bo, meanwhile, had a year-old specials board to look for.

Specials
Choclate bananana milk: 50 cents
Strawberry pinapple milk: 55 cents
Cherry milk shake with cherrys and cherry icecream and choclate and bananana: 75 cents
Piggieback Rides: ~~85 cents plus TIP~~ FREE FOR AGES 10 AND UNDER.

Help us with inventory! Make up a new drink, get it freeee!

***Choclate peenut butter milk shake inventoryed by RICHIE: 75 cents
***Lots of chocOlate and a cherry milk shake and NO BANANAS inventoryed by SUSAN: 75 cents
***Orange and strawberry and cimmonnin milk shake inventoryed by KENZI: 75 cents
***Strawberry blackberry milk shake inventoryed by TOBY: 75 cents
***Chocolate with some strawberry and bublegum and Rainbo Sprinkel milk shake inventoryed by GUY: 75 cents

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Where your bartender reserved the right to deny piggyback rides to anyone over five feet tall even if they were under 10. Sorry, Tiny.

Where you could rock out to The Best of Smile Time even if you were over five feet tall. Self-esteem is for EVERYBODY!

Where piggyback rides were probably not on offer.

It was probably comparable to treason for Mike to show up at this bar, especially since all the house drama had made him miss his shift at the other one last night, but it just felt like a day for checking the place out.

Of course, once there, he was left boggling at the specials board. And the music. "What the...?"

"No piggyback rides for y--" Bo started to say in response to his voice. Before she actually turned around, can of whipped cream in hand. "...Possibly exceptions can be made on a case by case basis."

THE EARWORM. WHY DO YOU HATE ME?

"I would like that cherry milkshake with the chocolate and banana," Max declared, taking a seat on a stool. "Whipped cream if you got it."

Oh, he was so taking advantage of the island's sudden child invasion to have aaaaaall the milkshakes. Who wouldn't?

OLD WOUNDS, WYNDAM-PRYCE. OLD WOUNDS.

"I always have whipped cream." Sorry; first, it was true, and second, the flirting was instinctual and kicked in faster than the libido-vibe reading. Or lack thereof.

"Really? Are we talking like a carry-it-around-in-your-purse kinda thing? Because that might have to make you my new best friend."

Meet Max's priorities, Bo. They were strange and confusing, but they were his!

Mike chuckled a little, despite himself. "Nah, I think I'm good without piggyback rides right now. Little curious about the rest of the specials, though."

The attraction-vibe reading did turn on eventually, though, which didn't help with the confused tone of Bo's reply. "...Sometimes? Depends where I'm going." And whether she was going by portal or plane, because they frowned on taking spray cans through security. "The important thing is I can always find whipped cream."

"You passed the short guy at the door, right?" Bo waved toward Tiny, taking a moment to appreciate the probably never-to-be-repeated chance to refer to him as such. "Apparently it's kids weekend on the island."

Poor, poor Bo. IT WASN'T YOU, IT WAS THE WHIPPED CREAM. And also the stripper further down the bar.

"Ah, yes, a skill I know well," Max said, nodding sagely. "You have no idea how often it comes up in the Rosalita's Run annual scavenger hunt in Chicago. Lucky for me I can scope out a Reddi-Whip can from a mile away."

That kind of thing belonged on his resume, really.

"Kids weekend?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow. Was this some kind of a smalltown thing up here in Maryland he'd never heard of? "Wait, is that somehow supposed to explain the random kid that showed up at my house this morning?"

Yeah, Bo -- or rather her wacky succubus powers, because frankly when it came to actual adult social cues, ahahaha -- got the directed-at-the stripper part. The confusion was mostly about why this guy was still at this end of the bar talking to her. About whipped cream.

Oh, right, because he'd ordered a drink. "Milkshake with or without the booze?" she asked. "You have to be this high--" She held out her hand in the air. "--for the grown-up version, but I think you pass."

"I guess that answers the 'are you new around here or just looking different today' question," said Bo, oh so sensically. If you weren't new around here. "Yeah, we have 'em every so often. Invasion of little people."

Sometimes little people who were usually big people, sometimes not so much.

Because whipped cream was awesome. God. And Max had yet to build up the kind of buzz that would lead to hitting on a guy five points above him on the attractiveness scale.

"Booze," he declared. "Definitely booze." Then he paused. "But not enough to overpower the sugariness. Use your judgment."

Yeah, eventually Toby'd worked up the courage to go outside.

And headed for a nightclub. As you do. But he had a pretty good idea of who he'd find here, so.

"Can I get a chocolate peanut butter milkshake, please?" he asked. He didn't have any money on him, but he'd worry about that later.

"Huh. That's a little weird." He didn't seem like he terribly minded, though, but maybe that was more due to the fact that she was both pretty and the bartender, and therefore he had absolutely no intention of offending her. "But yeah, I'm new. Only been here for less than a week. I'm Mike."

Savannah hadn't found anyone she knew around the island yet -- and she was really stressed about this. She didn't know where her Mommy was and she didn't like that at all.

So, that would be why a very frazzled looking four year old witch made her way into the big building. She managed to climb up on one of the stools -- they were high! -- and looked at Bo.

"Excuse me," she said in a rather polite voice for her age.

Jan could not read the sign.

Which should not be much of a surprise, as Jan couldn't read much of anything. However, he had big blue eyes and all the English a morning playing teacher with Emma could get a 5-year-old, and he knew how to use both.

He smiled at Bo as he raised himself onto a bar stool. "Drink please?"

"We do have glazed doughnut vodka." Because yes, as a matter of fact, there was a God.

"I'm--" Impressed. "--Bo; what can I get you, Mike? The specials come in grown-up versions too, if you want one with vodka."

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