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An adventurous little pixie, Tinkerbell decides to visit a loud place she happens across, and runs into Thaddeus in his bar, the Bear and Staff

04/01/2017
San Francisco - Bear and Staff Pub

It's Friday night, Happy Hour, and the place is buzzing. Three barkeeps on duty - one of them the large, mixed-race owner, who's handing somebody a beer. The pub might appear to be just any reasonably popular bar, although to fairy senses it's obvious...this place is Accorded Neutral Ground. Which means somebody here is involved in the supernatural world, perhaps deeply so.


There are many adventures to be had when one goes outside of the known, and travels where the wind may carry! This Friday night, just in time for Happy Hour, Tinkerbell finds her way through on open window of a very peculiar locale. The Bear and Staff Pub, a distinctly human looking place, that somehow carries a sense of the familiar Fae realms. An Accorded Neutral Ground. Fascinating. Fluttering about, Tink is small enough to really be ignored by most patrons who care far more about drinks and company, while she zooms high above them, keeping close to the ceiling as she surveys the people inside and what it is they're doing. "A place of libations!" Tink exclaims to herself, her voice quite high pitched, and easily drowned in the loud room. Though some who might sense such a supernatural presence, may more easily pick on the ethereal ringing sound that seem to follow her movements.


And...that's a pixie in his bar. Sniff, sniff. Yes. That *definitely* smells like there's a pixie in his bar. Without missing a beat, Tad finishes pouring the beer for his guest and reaches for a shot glass, his eyes seeking...yup. There she is. Hopefully she won't cause anyone to question what he's serving!


Excited with her discovery, Tink darts from one spot to the next, creating a bit of a painting in fading golden light about the ceiling. Any who might catch sight of it by chance, might think they've had a little too much to drink. But it doesn't take long before Tink spots someone looking directly at her, and in seconds, she zips over to flutter by Thaddeus' visage, "hello! You've got sharp eyes!" She congratulates him for spotting her, not realizing he may have more in his toolbox to provide him the ability to spot her as quickly as he did.


Thaddeus Bailey grins a bit. Quietly, "I do my best. Can I get you anything to drink?" Hence, no doubt, the shot glass, the smallest thing he has to potentially put beer in for a pixie. He studies her, then slides a bottle to another patron...who didn't actually say anything. Must have been some "another" code.


"You will offer me a drink?" Tink asks in excitment, eyes shooting wide open at being accepted as a viable guest in this establishment, she flutters down to an empty spot on the counter, secluded enough from unexpected grabby hands and asks, "do you carry honey mead?" She then looks down at the counter itself, and taps her foot against it, producing the sound of ringing bells, "what wood is this?"


"I do," Tad says with a grin, ducking behind the bar to find a bottle. "Plain or flavored?" he asks from behind the counter. He knows, but he doesn't want to scare the little one by revealing his particular talent yet. "And it's oak plywood with a water-proof stain."


Tink claps her hands very animatedly at the reply, her elfin features brighten with a wide grin on her face, "oooh? It comes flavored too?" The way her face light up with that 'eureka' expression, one might think she just stumbled on the discovery of the century, "I want it delicious sweet!" At the reply to her question, she does a brief few steps of river dancing over the bar counter and murmurs, "oak is a fine tree! It makes a good home, but I see it makes just as good a table or stage! Did you make it yourself?"


"It does. Okay, how about this for now?" He pours her a plain sweet mead, sliding the small glass over to her. "And no, I hired somebody to do it. Woodworking isn't my thing. Beer is."


Tink listens, but her eyes are mostly glued to the drink she's poured, and as the glass is set next to her, she peeks inside it, dipping a finger in the drink and bringing it to her lips for a taste. "Mmmmm! You make it yourself? That's a talent! What does it take to make delicious drinks?"


"I don't make most of it, just some of the beer," Tad explains. "One man couldn't make everything to keep all of these people happy, after all."


From her vantage, Tink barely sees anyone at all, aside from the nearest patrons, and so she flutters into the air and puts her hands to her eyes as if they were bionculars. "Your place is popular, isn't it? So many people!" She goes back down landing on the rim of her glass, doing a bit of a balancing act as she tiptoes around it, "why do they come to your place and not somewhere else? Are you drinks more delicious? Or are you just nice? I like nice people, you seem nice. You offered me a drink!"


"Good drinks, good food, plus this is Friday night." He's actually moved so that his arm is hiding Tink from view. Accords, after all. "Most people like a drink on Friday night."


Tink doesn't seem to realize she is being hidden by Thad's clever positioning, her focus has shifted to her drink, or as she's doing at the moment, playing with it in her tightrope walking act about the rim of the glass. "Does that mean I'm people to you? Is that why you offered me the drink?" She asks, shifting to slip down and sit on the rim of the glass, supporting herself with both hands as she looks up at Thad. Sounds like a casual question, but from her intent look, it must be important to her.


"Of course you are. I've met your kind before." She's probably used to people ignoring her or thinking she's a hallucination or something. "Or did some arrogant sidhe get you down?" Tad asks, catching the importance of that.


Tink seems mighty pleased with the reply, and truth be told, Thaddeus is likely of the right mind about her experiences. She doesn't quite give her reason for asking her question, but she does hop down to the counter and turns to face the glass. "You see me, I see you. If I'm people to you, I like you, I can drink the drink, thank you!" And drink she does, though not the entire glass, she leaves it half full before turning to give Thad a polite bow, "I will come visit again when it is less crowded. I don't want to cause you no trouble, you're a good one. Ta ta!" With that she takes right towards the ceiling, before zipping in a golden streak out the window from which she entered earlier, leaving a fading chorous of ringing bells in her wake.

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