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sixth draft || [voice/action]

All right, if you can all listen up for a couple minutes, I've got some things you might be interested in hearing about--and I'm gonna need your input on them.

Since it sounded like people'd be interested in the possibility of having a nightclub here, we're gonna try putting something together on the second floor of Seventh Heaven. Dining, dancing, live music, the works. Opening night'll be sometime at the beginning of August, if everything goes according to plan.

What that means, though, is that we're gonna need some entertainment, and that's where you come in. If you're a musician and you've been wanting an audience, then you could have a regular gig here--any style music. I'm partial to pop, of course, but I get the feeling not everyone here likes Perry Como. Or maybe if you do standup--that could be okay, too. I don't want it turning into a whole vaudeville circuit up there, but if you're some other kind of entertainer, let me know, and we'll see if we can't fit you in somewhere.

So if you're interested, let me know here. Tell me what it you do, whether you're going to need anything there to perform, like if you play the piano, and how often we could count on you to be the evening's entertainment.

And if I haven't lost you all completely yet, if anyone's got an idea for a name for the place, I'm all ears. I name characters--turns out I'm no good at naming nightclubs.

[And with that task done, she's going to go celebrate this project getting off the ground--along with finally getting all her finished manuscripts in something approaching order that afternoon--with a trip out to Good Spirits. Can't neglect one part of Luceti's nightlife ("nightlife") for the other, after all. She'll be there for an hour or two, in a yellow cocktail dress, because it's just not fun to go out if you don't get a little dressed up.]

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[Buffy could get into the fiction business--everyone'd love her work. Anyway, she gets an eyebrow raise from Kay.]

Is it an if situation at the moment?

...That remains to be seen, really.

Mmm. Well--[two more sips of this, and she'll have drained the glass; good drink, Buffy]--they'll tell you that you'll just know, and they'll be lying through their teeth on every word. Best you can do is make your best guess and go from there.

[Pause.] But here I am, trying to give advice to the bartender. I better stop while I'm ahead.

Sometimes you know. Sometimes? They're right. And you know.

[ it had been like that with angel, anyway. but look how that had turned out. ] But...it's a little laughable, I guess. I'm supposed to be the therapy-dispenser. Quick. Indulge me with a problem.

Well, everyone's right once in a while. [Even the people who made their best guess and went with it.]

A problem, let's see. Sometime in the last week, I forgot how to name things. Normally, I'd just make my husband do it, but the charges to call back to Manhattan'd be a nightmare. [Grin.] Other'n that, I don't think I've got much in the way of problems to solve.

Naming things. I hear that's really serious business. Or so say all the sailors I've met in this place.

Pick the wrong name, and the readers stop reading. They don't want to hear about an entrancingly beautiful woman called Paralee; it's just not believable. [And she rolls her eyes.] I guess for ships it'd be similar--if it doesn't strike fear into the hearts of your enemies, there can't be much point.

[ she thinks on the joanna joyce. ] I don't think it's just about fear. And I'm a girl named Buffy. Apparently, that's not a believable name. So I'll leave you to figure that one out.

[ tipping a hand towards the empty glass. ] Anything else?

Buffy doesn't seem too unlikely--I mean, it's a little young-sounding, but you're young enough. [Hmm. Shrug.] Anyway, I was never much for writing pirate stories, can't trust me for an expert on naming ships.

I wouldn't say no to a Jack Rose. [It's what she came in for, after all, and while two cocktails is normally half a cocktail more than she should probably drink, the McCoy isn't exactly going to leave her groaning in the morning.]

[ her friendly smile takes on a more affectionate quality at 'pirate' -- though she hadn't said the p-word herself. funny, that. ]

...That's a one I've never heard before. Let me get out my handy-dandy mixology manual. [ gifted to her by bones. she reaches for it and flips through a few pages. ]

[Well, only Englishmen with too much time on their hands write about good upstanding sailors. They're fun stories to read, but Kay can't imagine actually writing about Hornblower and his crew.]

Yeah? [And she looks at the book with some interest as Buffy flips through it.] Well, your book'll tell you better'n I could. I usually just eyeball it when I'm at home. [And let's be honest, it never comes out as good as when someone else makes it. There's a reason she doesn't usually make drinks more complicated than "pour brandy into a glass and serve."]

[ she sets to work once the appropriate recipe has been found. and then picks up the previous conversation thread: ] Someone's been telling you pirate stories, huh?

Oh, I haven't heard too many here. Met a pirate or two, and that's about it.

[ despite it being a new drink, buffy tosses it together with a casual ease. she's had lots of practice at this job. ]

I guess there are a few hanging around this town.

I've only met the one, but I haven't managed to rub elbows with everyone here yet. [And after Kay takes a sip of the drink, she smiles. Buffy here's a quality bartender, that's for sure.]

...Which one?

Jack Sparrow. You know him?

I tend a bar and a bar has rum. Ergo? I know him.

True. Seems like he can be downright unavoidable sometimes, anyway.

He's got a knack for always showing up, that's true. Especially if there's some advantage to be had.

Or a sandwich.

...Oh God. Don't tell me you made him one?

He showed up at my study window covered in mud. There wasn't much I could do at that point.

You send him away, that's what. Throw something at him.

Lord, I'd never have heard the end of it. The man knows how to make a nuisance of himself.

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