Shaken, Not Stirred

Addy learns to bartend.

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Shaken, Not Stirred

Postby Aidara on November 25th, 2012, 6:19 am

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Winter was coming and there wasn’t enough food to feed the city for the entire season. The Infirmary was filled with screaming children, groaning adults and a whole bunch of people that were crying after a huge archery mishap earlier that day. Aidara was needed everywhere at once and, since there was only one of her, the little woman felt as if she was about to be torn in half or simply crushed beneath the weight of responsibility.

It had been a reoccurring with the young woman, this sense of obligation that weighted her down, crushing her flat beneath its intensity until she was forced to go to extremes to forget and let go. Addy never complained, putting on a smiling face and doing both of her jobs to the greatest extent of her ability, but sometimes it was just too hard to cope with. She couldn’t rid everyone of his or her pains nor could she single handedly bring in enough food for the entire city. Sira did most of the hunting anyway, but Addy helped where she could.

Seeing how the stress had drained Addy’s face of any color, a sweat prickling her brow as dark stains appeared on the vinati beneath her arms. Clearly unable to handle anymore for the evening, Keah had sent her fellow healer home, hustling her from the Infirmary as quickly as she could manage. “We’re going to do just fine without you. As tired and worried as you are, Addy, you know right well you might do more harm than good.” It was true. The wrong medicine to the wrong person… Having given in to the young woman’s request, the little redheaded woman shuffled down the long hallways of the inner warrens and back towards her Aerie.

How long he had been wandering without paying attention to where her feet were taking her, Addy wasn’t really sure. It was the loud thudding of a drum and the loud, happy noises of a large group of people that drew Addy from her stupor. While she had intended to go home, it seemed as if her feet carried her to the Inclement Weather, though it wasn’t until she saw were she was that the little healer realized she was in desperate need of a stiff drink.

Pushing through the crowded doorway, Addy bee lined it straight for the bar, spotting an open stool beneath two beefy looking men. Even as small as she was, it would be a tight squeeze to fit in between them. She managed though, the men on either side glancing down at her, one with a leer and the other with an appreciative grin. Returning them both in kind and paired with a wink, Addy waited for them to move their elbows off the bar top so that she was able to lean forward and flag down either Tom or Tessa. However, there was no one in sight.

“Tom’s out cold and on his way to the Infirmary.” Noticing her dismayed expression, the man on her left leaned in towards Addy to supply this bit of information. “Someone grabbed Tessa and he felt it was his duty to defend her honor.” Chuckling at the apparently amusing though, the big man lifted his glass to toss back the remainder of his drink, which was then set down with a sigh. “Well-pah, I guess that’s it for me.”

Irritation flashed quickly across Addy’s face as she digested the story, slowly realizing that it meant she wouldn’t get the drink she so desperately wanted. Ignoring the fact that she should probably worry more about how badly she seemed to need the alcohol and how unhappy she was without it these days, Addy nudged the man who’d spoken to her aside as she slid back down from her stool. “What were you drinking?”

Lifting a gingery brow and exchanging a glance with the other patrons lingering at the bar, a chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest as he watched Addy stomp behind the bar and start pulling out glasses; she had seen Tom and Tessa do it enough that she knew were almost everything was. “Are you allowed to do that?” He sounded skeptical, earning him a reproachful look from the little healer.

“I can really do whatever I want.” The tumbler was slammed down onto the bar top with a little too much force, the little woman’s green eyes flashing as she met the strangers gaze. “Plus it’s my night off and I want a drink.” The alcohol was next, Addy turning her back on the man as she scanned the rows of liquor that lined the wall.

“Fiery. I like you. Name’s Don.”

“Bartender Aidara to you, Don.” Without turning around to face him, Addy raised a hand, flicking her wrist in a slight wave before continuing. “You never told me what you were drinking.”

“Gin and Tonic, little lady.” Don chuckled again, leaning his arm on the countertop and smirking as he watched Addy stand on her tiptoes and reach for the bottle that was far, far above her head. Though she stretched, there was no way that she was going to be able to get it down on her own. “A little help?” Turning back to Don and motioning for the empty stool next to him, Addy stepped aside as the big man lifted it up and over the bar.

Dragging it closer to the racks of alcohol, Addy climbed up to stand on the barstool and tugged the Gin from its spot. The short, squat glass that Don had set in front of him was grabbed as a bottle of water appeared in her hand. “I think I know how to do this.” Tipping the lip of the tonic water over the glass, Addy watched as the it splashed until it completely covered the bottom before grabbing the bottle of gin and filling the glass the rest of the way with the alcohol.

Sliding it back over to Don, Addy watched as he lifted his drink, toasted her with it and threw it back. She could see the wince he tried to hide, the slight watering of his eyes as he slid the empty glass back towards her. “A little strong.” He managed to choke past the burning of his throat.

“More tonic water next time.” Making a mental note, Addy looked up to find the rest of the bat watching her, leaning expectantly forward as took up a clean cloth and wiped a spot of the counter top that bore a dark smudge; all in all, if was an impressively professional looking gesture. Throwing the towel over her shoulder, Addy wiped her hands on the rag, lifted the bottle of gin for a swig and wiped her mouth dry before crying out and clapping her hands together. “Alright, whose next?”
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Shaken, Not Stirred

Postby Aidara on November 25th, 2012, 6:19 am

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The orders came flying fast and furious, the patrons of the Inclement Weather apparently as desperate for their nightly spirit as Addy was. After a few chimes of men and women shouting different drinks at her, Addy took her towel and snapped it in the air, calling for silence. “I can’t hear you all at once and I really have no idea what I’m doing.” Pointing a finger towards the far end of the bar, where a man was waving his hands back and forth in order to get her attention, Addy nodded towards him, crooking her finger to beckon him forwards. “We’ll start at the end and move down. One at a time or no one is getting anything.”

“Well, who are you to say that we don’t get-“ An older man in a dirty, food-stained shirt slurred at her, his bland gray eyes bloodshot and glassy. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Addy propped a hand on her hip and fixed the man with a glare until he fell silent.

“I’m Endal Aidara, currently Bartender Aidara, so same as I told Don over there, I do what I want. Like it leave.” Silence followed the statement as the fellow on the end finally made it through the waiting crowd to give Addy his order.

“A Yellow Snow, please.”

Tossing the man a dimpled smile, Addy turned and silently cursed to herself. Of course he would order one of the few drinks she had never familiarized herself with and stubborn as she was, there was no way she was going to ask him what was in it. Pushing herself away from the bar and into action, Addy tried to look busy as she opened and closed drawers, pulling out things at random to make it look as if she totally knew what she was doing.

It was by pure luck that she stumbled upon the alcoholic recipe book, all of the drinks that the Weather offered clearly spelled out for someone such as her self who dared tried to replicate the liquid ecstasy that Tom and Tessa produced. Addy doubted she could achieve anything to their caliber but she couldn’t back down now!

The recipe read:

Name: Yellow Snow
Ingredients:
3 parts Vodka
1 part cranberry juice
1 part pineapple juice
Instructions: First, add cubed ice, then add the three parts stoli, then add the pineapple juice and last but not least, add the cranberry juice for color.


“Easy enough.” Muttering under her breath, Addy first retrieved the ice, plunking it down into a fresh, tall necked glass until it was about half filled. After tossing in one more cube for good measure, Addy then remounted her stool and scanned the alcohols until she found the large section of vodkas. The recipe didn’t mention and sort of special flavor so Addy pulled one from the wall at will and hopped back down, tipping a generous splash of the alcohol into the glass.

Crushed pineapple juice and cranberry juice were next, though Addy seemed to ration this carefully. To her, the fruit juices were precious commodities though she had no idea that the city was supplied an abundance of both by neighboring cities. The waiting Inarta had his drink slid down the bar towards him, where he fumbled to stop it and just barely prevented the glass from tipping over and/or sliding off the edge. Again Addy waited and watched, looking for the wince or pucker that would indicate she had done a terrible job; the patron managed to keep his face neutral, raising the glass in thanks before turning away and disappearing into the darkness.

“NEXT!” Raising her voice and pointing imperiously towards the end of the bar, Addy waited with her arms crossed, flicking the towel impatiently as the small woman made her way to the front. “Let her through, for petch sake. Holding her up will only make your wait longer.” Hm, apparently stress made Addy a bit mean.

All the better to tend the bar with.
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Shaken, Not Stirred

Postby Aidara on November 25th, 2012, 6:20 am

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“A Blue Seagull, please.” The girl offered a shy smile and immediately stepped back away from the bar, allowing those on either side to fill the space that she left. A quick glance showed Addy the recipe for this one right above the Yellow Snow.

Name: Blue Seagull
Ingredients:
1 part vodka
1 part Blue Curacao liqueur
1 part orange juice
1 part pineapple juice
1 part sweet and sour mix
Instructions: Shaken, not stirred. Pour over ice.


“Shaken, not stirred?” Doubt crept into her voice, as Addy really had no idea what the phrase meant. Tilting her head and picking up the book, Addy knelt beneath the bar and began pulling out the different juices that the drink called for. This one seemed to be much more complex than the other, sending the little healer all the way into the cold locker to find some of the ingredients. Once everything had been gathered, Addy began to pour each of the juices into a large glass.

“No no no no, darling.” It was Don, leaning forward to stay her hand before she was able to splash any of the orange juice into the glass. “You need to use that, over there.” He nodded to the tumbler that she had slammed down earlier. “Close the lid and then shake.” Releasing her hand with a wink, Don sat back and re-crossed his arms, watching Addy as she retrieved the mixer as if she were more interesting than any sort of play.

Now she began to mix the juices, orange, pineapple again and a weird jar of a thick liquid labeled “Sweet and Sour mix” into the tumbler. Addy used the same vodka as before, since it was once again not specified, pouring a liberal amount into the container before adding a splash of some the blue colored liquor. The top was securely screwed into place and Addy picked up the container.

All at once, the crowd that watched her so intently leaned in towards her, small smiles appearing on their faces. At first, the little woman assumed she had done something wrong, stopping to reread the recipe just in case. Everything had been added and all the requirements met except for the shaking part. Then it hit her.

They wanted a show, all the times she had seen Tessa and Tom tossing cups back and forth, twirling bottles in their hands at impossible speeds, pouring drinks from behind their backs. Of course! It was as much about the show as it was the drink itself. They came here to be entertained, to have fun, to let loose and Addy knew that she couldn’t let them down.

Grasping the tumbler in both hands, Addy lifted it and began shaking furiously, twisting her body this way and that, much to the crowds delight; the men and women both cheered, laughing and clapping their hands in appreciation. Addy smiled and felt some of the color return to her cheeks for the first time that night, forgetting the ugly sweat that stained her clothes and the stress that had been dragging her down.

She tried tossing the tumbler from hand to hand, adding a little spin to the bottle as she did so. It worked for maybe three ticks before the container went clattering to the floor, a cry rising from the crowd as they all leaned forward, trying to watch the decent of the tumbler with dismay.

Whether it was pure skill or simple luck, Addy dove, throwing herself beneath the path of the falling drink and extended her hands, catching the mixer only bare inches from the unforgiving stone floor. She stood then, her catch raised triumphantly above her head to the cheers and whoops of her crowd. A glass was produced with a flourish, cubes of ice clattering down into the bottom before the tumbler was unstopped, the little woman’s drink splashing out into the glass as the crowd made way for her once more, Addy handing it carefully over with a brilliant smile. “Shaken, not stirred.” This time, with confidence.
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Shaken, Not Stirred

Postby Aidara on November 25th, 2012, 6:20 am

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“Fuzzy Squirrel!” The order came shouted from the end, the man not even bothering to make his way down to where Addy stood. She frowned and pretended not to hear him, cupping her hand to her ear as snickers and giggles erupted all around her. The woman was lavishing in the attention, there was no doubt about that.

“FUZ-ZEY SQUIR-REL!” Annunciating the word as if she were an idiot Dek, the man settled back onto the stool and crossed his arms over his chest, clearly not amused by the little healers antics. Addy, however, refused to let the man get to her. She was having way too much fun. Instead, she flipped a few pages in the book and found the recipe for his drink near the front.

Name: Fuzzy Squirrel
Ingredients:
1 oz Blue Curacao
1 dash Coconut Rum
1 oz Light Rum
1 oz (fresh) Lime Juice
1 oz Club Soda
1 oz Grenadine
Instructions: Pour the rums, blue curacao, grenadine and lime juice into a cocktail shaker half-filled with ice cubes. Shake well, and strain into a highball glass filled with ice cubes. Add the club soda, and stir. Garnish with a slice of lime with an almond embedded in it. Pour the dash of coconut rum to finish, and serve.


“Woooooo….” Whistling under her breath, Addy stared down at the most complex drink she had made yet, only a few of the ingredients having been used in the previous drinks. That meant she had to search for them, and her customer seemed far less than patient. Biting at her lip, Addy ducked beneath the counter and began to pull out every juice she could find until she stumbled across the lime and grenadine, a clear and thick looking liquid respectively. The curacao was already on the counter and Addy found the soda close to where the tonic water had been.

Wind Reach’s rum selection, however, seemed to be the most extensive. Addy was left standing on the bar stool as she peered at each bottle, row by row, until even her most avid admierers began to snicker. Willing her face to keep away the blush that was slowly taking over her complexion, Addy finally managed to find the coconut and light rums.

Jumping quickly down from the stool, Addy ran a finger over the lines of instructions, reading them quickly over once before starting back at the beginning. The crowd, not getting the show they had previously, started to grow bored and talk amongst themselves. For some reason, this made Addy try and go even faster.

The cocktail shaker was retrieved first, filled halfway with ice and set down onto the counter. Rum and curacao quickly splashed in to join the frozen water, followed by the grenadine and lime juice as well. Screwing the top on tightly, Addy began to shake with vigor, drawing back the attention of the crowd as she straddled her stool, moving the shaker up and down between her spread legs in a very phallic motion, her head thrown back and a very fake, though somehow still sexy, moan loosing from her lips.

Smiling coyly at the rapt stares that met her gaze when she finished the shaking portion, Addy slid back to the floor as if nothing had happened and proceeded to the next step, carefully draining the liquid into a glass without letting any of the ice fall with it. Fresh icecubes had been added to the glass already, clubsoda splashing in ontop of the mixture with an appealing little fizzle. Reaching into the icebox, Addy produced a wedge of lime sans almond and stuck it with an air of victory onto the side of the glass, a rather smooth looking flick of her wrist sending the drink sailing down the bar to her faceless patron, who caught it and stalked off without a word.

Spreading her hands in a flourishing bow, Addy grinned as the bar erupted in cheers.
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Shaken, Not Stirred

Postby Warhawk on January 25th, 2013, 7:25 pm

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Haha Super fun thread to read, loved every second of it. It was simple and to the point, but really showed your character's personality, and how she she would respond to the situation. A very Endal way of doing things, which makes it clear why Aidara is a Endal. Awesome job!

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