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Who: Sara & you
Broadcast: Initially
Action: The Space Bar
When: At an appropriate hour for drinking

[ The broadcast opens and it's Sara behind the bar at the Space Bar. Her top is moderately low cut, her hair is down, she has a cowboy hat on and her tone is casual and inviting. ]

Hey, I'm Sara. I'm the new bartender at the Space Bar. I'm pretty new here overall and wouldn't mind meeting more people, so if you come over and tell me about yourself, I'll mix you up a custom drink, alcohol or no alcohol. Sound like a deal? Good.

[ The broadcast ends, and while she'll answer any calls, she probably does have patrons to serve, as well, so action is a better bet. When you arrive at the Space Bar, there she is! Ready to bartend for the evening while looking like a cowboy ]

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Parallel earths. Hm. Stiff, preferably, but not too picky.

Yep, been there. It had Nazis. It sucked.

[ she selects whatever is the nicest tasting space whiskey and pours it over ice for him ]

Winter's a pretty chilly name for someone who's willing to try whatever I serve him.

There's a parallel world without Nazis?

[ He takes the drink with a nod of thanks before taking a sip. It's good, but doesn't quite scratch the inebriation itch. Ah well. ]

I'm not much of an autumn or a summer, and I'm no spring, so..

Active Nazis, in 2017. But I'm sure there's at least one where someone killed baby Hitler or whatever.

Yeah, you're right, though. Your coloration is much more wintery.

[ she indicates the drink ]

I can mix up something fancier. But you seem like the kind of guy who appreciates straightforward things.

Pretty sure there are still some lurking around. It's hard to eradicate all the extremists.

[ He nods. ]

I like it straightforward, but most things aren't exactly strong enough. Comes with the territory.

There are, but fewer state sanctioned concentration camps these days, on my Earth. Clearly not for every Earth.

[ she'll pour him another ]

Now that I can identify with. I tend to keep my head.

So long as they don't intertwine, we've got nothing to worry about.

[ He lifts his glass in thanks, taking his time with this one. It's warm on the way down, settling comfortably in his chest. ]

Let's hope so.

[ she'll pour one for herself, too. It's that kind of evening ]

Do you win many arm wrestling bets?

[ she indicates his arm ]

[ He laughs, low and quiet, shaking his head. ]

More than my fair share. Gone up against a few people who gave me a run for my money, though.

Somehow I find that hard to believe. That looks pretty heavy duty.

It does alright. [ Such an understatement, and it shows. ]

I'm sure it does. I wouldn't want to arm wrestle with you. I mean, I'd do it if I had to, but I wouldn't want to.

How about the other arm? Perfectly normal. [ He even wiggles his fingers to showcase them. ]

Nah, I wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends.

[ He looks to the right. Then to the left. Wow he doesn't have any friends. ): ]

Damn. Alright.

[ she considers him for a moment, and then puts her elbow on the bar top, assuming the arm wrestling position ]

I reserve the right to brag when I win.

I can't even argue with that.

[ He puts his own elbow on the table, grasping her hand firmly, but not too tight. ]

Loser buys drinks.

Deal.

[ she counts down and actually gives more of a fight than it looks like she should... but brute force has never been her strong suit, so to speak ]

[ It's all right, brute force is a thing he was made for. He doesn't go full strength on her, because frankly, he doesn't want to break her arm. ]

Damn.

[ she pours him another drink ]

Looks like i'm buying.

Nah, don't sweat it. I kind of set you up.

No, no, it's okay. I get a discount.

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