[James is onto his second beer already—keeping things easy tonight because he doesn’t really need anything heavier—when he notices the young man making a fuss off to the side, enough that another regular slinks off to one of the tables. He observes silently for a bit, taking in the stranger's plight and mannerisms, but a chuckle slips free at the indignant grouse of confusion from the ridiculous names featured on the menu from time to time. The drinks are never literal interpretations of of the names, gags for the amusement of the long-coming clientele to mess with their friends, but it never makes sense for newcomers, like this guy clearly is.]
Having trouble deciding what you want? [The amusement is clear, and his tone echoes a secret that the young man is clearly unaware of. James’ eyes go to the bartender briefly to give her an apologetic smile on the angry patron’s behalf.] I don’t recommend Licking the Donkey unless you’ve got someone to take you home, pal.
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Having trouble deciding what you want? [The amusement is clear, and his tone echoes a secret that the young man is clearly unaware of. James’ eyes go to the bartender briefly to give her an apologetic smile on the angry patron’s behalf.] I don’t recommend Licking the Donkey unless you’ve got someone to take you home, pal.