Opening Day! (Open RIFT Tavern)

[Lyrima]

Lyrima blinks at the addition of whiskey to Jezerai's eggs.

Dawning realization lights up her expression.

[PinkRose]

Goram! Why does the dwarf here not get to start the day Dwarf style?
Excuse me, Lyrima Lass.
The dwarf, irrate, stand up on his seat and turns to find Hendy
A Drink. ANYTHING. Over here.
Make it two.
He plops himself back down and smirkes at the Ranger.
He then spins his head back around.
Better bring her one too, I reckon.

[Lyrima]

Lyrima nods mutely in reply, still staring wide eyed at Jezerai.

[Alirrin]

Goram! Why does the dwarf here not get to start the day Dwarf style?

Henderson blinks at the outburst, then smiles again. "All y'have to do is ask!" With that he lines up a set of glasses and pours a series of shots, handing two to Phillion and another to Lyrima, and leaving the rest for any takers.  Noticing that the crew has put a fair dent in the bottle, he says to himself, "Hm, I'll have to see about getting a line of credit with the Reclaimers. This stuff is popular."

[Jezerai]

Jezerai notices the extra glasses and helps herself to one to sip while she eats her breakfast.

[Jasyn]

Wyeth bit into a lightly crisped strip of meat candy followed by a mouthful of golden, fluffy eggs--chewing slowly and thoughtfully, looking almost relaxed as he savored the flavors.  Until Jezerai walked in.  He'd almost begun an exaggerated exhalation of exasperation as she boisterously paraded in, incrementing the ante meridian population of the booze deprived, but he choked momentarily as he received a surprise greeting from a stealthy goose of endearment.

"Rrm."  He shoveled another bite of breakfast into his mouth, maintaining the appearance of composed irritation, drowning it with a gulp of Henderson's coffee as he tried to ignore Phillion's thirsty ramblings.

"You really should try something for breakfast, Laenha," he called across to her table.  "You never know when we'll have another break between battles."

"By the way, Hender... Hendy, this coffee is horrible," he said.  "I love it."

And he took another sip.

[Lyrima]

Lyrima blinks at the two shot glasses full in front of her and stares a moment.

With an obvious one shoulder shrug, she tosses back one, pushes away the other and heads behind the bar to help herself to a tall glass of iced water.

As she turns back from the water, she notices Laenha sitting behind them all at a table.  She beelines for her friend and settles comfortably at the same table, her back to the wall, the other patrons squarely in front of her.