#willothewhispers

[mortemnonobscure]

Bar None

Vivek hadn’t been to a bar in...quite some time. Years. In fact, the last time he remembered being dragged out to one was after an NFDA Convention sometime in the nineties, when you could still smoke indoors, and he found it so personally abhorrent he declined all after-work engagements for some time. 

But Cassie had been there at least to prevent him from wearing a blazer, telling him he WOULD look like he was drinking after his own funeral. The young Papillo told him to mind his manners at the Lantern, which puzzled Vivek, given that he didn’t remember ever not doing so, but the thought faded by the time he was out the door.

So it was that the tall vampire found himself folding himself onto a bar stool, hands laced on the counter while he waited patiently for the barkeep to notice him. He didn’t want to presume that it was Satō. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if it wasn’t!  

[serifsans]

I found a gadget that makes long eggs but I don't like eggs. Do you know if other things can become long? I would like to make a pancake tube, maybe even a cupcake tube. Also, do you know if you can make a mug cake but big?

I feel like a bowl enters the equation somewhere. It should. You have to put things in things or you'd have a mess. No one likes mess. I don't like mess. My customers don't like messes, which is why I sell them bowls.

I used to have a boyfriend that insisted on making this Jell-o salad with oranges and crab for every party that he hosted -every single one no matter the theme, always that same salad, haunting my dreams- and of course I never ate it. He kept telling me that he'd bet $100 dollars on me liking it if I only tried it but I had self-respect. Anyway, he's dead now, good for him, so now I can try it without the weight of a bet hanging over my head. I bet it's disgusting.

I also would like to make bread pudding. I like bread. :+)

I can't eat soup with my hands. That's a major food group. It isn't done.

[serifsans]

If they weren't berries, then they wouldn't be called berries. A single grocery store may lie to me but not the entirety of the English language, I do think. Thankfully, they are called blackberries because they are berries. Watermelons are called watermelons because they are melons with water inside. A banana is called a banana because that is what it is. They aren't berries because they do not have the essence of berry inside of them. They don't call them cucumberberries for a reason. You can't trick me. :+)

[mortemnonobscure]

Thank you in advance! :)

[mortemnonobscure]

Ah! Well, I’m not terribly picky. Over my shoulder I am being encouraged to come in person to waffle over choices

[mortemnonobscure]

Oh I think I’ve heard of Lumbar…a coroner’s report some years ago…Strictly off the state books, if I remember.

Am I to guess that willothewhispers (Sato is it?) owns Friar’s Lantern? If it’s recommended, it would be rude then not to go.

[mortemnonobscure]

Haha! You are most correct! Besides, neither the laws of nature nor any higher powers are the ones who mandate taxes.

[serifsans]

After having spent an entire day picking up forty-year-old dresses off the ground, only to find them on the ground again almost immediately after, god, sign me up to be a bartender. I’ve been wasting all these Manhattans on myself, clearly. Though I suppose when the brunch places down the street do Mimosa Sundays, it might as well be a bar anyway. Retail is my passion and my nightmare. <3