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Too early to drink?

It was just past eleven in the morning and the Gangplank was empty save for Momoe who was practicing some sort of meditative techniques before setting up the bar for the day.

“Excuse me,” a voice spoke out. After at least a minute had passed the speaker repeated with more command, “Young lady! I require libation.”

“Hmm,” replied Momoe opening her eyes to see a distinguished looking older gentleman standing on the other side of the bar. “Oh, hi. I didn’t see you come in. We’re not usually open this early. What can I get you?”

“A cabernet sauvignon should do nicely, and nothing under twenty years, I prefer an aged vintage.”

Momoe just stared at him for a moment. “I think we have some of that,” she said finally. Malus just brought in a lot of really nice stuff. I’m not sure where he found it, he must have gotten the name of Mr. Mornington’s supplier. Momoe disappeared behind the bar for a minute reappearing with a bottle which she held out to the older gentleman who appeared intent on studying the label.

“Ravilan?” he said with a look of distaste. “I find their vinyards tend towards a brawny product that completely lacks eloquence. Still, they don’t generally require decanting so it will do as I am in a hurry.”

Momoe shrugged her shoulders then uncorked the bottle. “Mason jar or beer stein? she asked.

“What?” replied the man staring at his options, “oh, a mason jar will do.”

Momoe filled the mason jar to the half and handed it to the man then resumed her meditation.

“I was wondering if you might tell me where I could find the local pony express office,” the man said. “I am in need of sending something to Falun.”

“Pony express?” Momoe couldn’t contain her laugh. “Are you for real? Where have you been for the last fifty years, underground or something, jeesh.”

The man just sat for a moment, staring at the girl in silence until the moment became awkward.

“Perhaps you could suggest a place I might find accommodation,” he said.

“I think Junie has some rooms upstairs,” the girl shrugged.

“Oh no,” the man grinned. “No indeed. This is the last place where I would want to fall asleep.”

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  1. Junie Ginsburg Junie Ginsburg February 21, 2013

    “Mason jar or beer stein?”

    Where did all of the wine glasses go?  Njal’s apartment?

    • Emerson Lighthouse Emerson Lighthouse February 21, 2013

      I think we need to track down Mister Brother. He was always sneaking off with a bottle and two glasses – I don’t think he ever returned any of them. Where has he been anyway?

      • Junie Ginsburg Junie Ginsburg February 21, 2013

        Hmm…I think it’s the Fast of the Squared Week for the churchies.

        Maybe we shouldn’t ask him about the glasses right now.

  2. Mr Tenk Mr Tenk February 21, 2013

    do you really have to ask if it is too early to drink? this is babbage.

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