There's an old man sitting next to me Making love to his tonic and gin

[emptynight]

[Thomas is standing behind the gleaming mahogany bar, a Boston shaker at his elbow as he watches the bar with a lazy, indulgent smile. Every so often, the light catches in his eyes with a gleam of silver, but for the moment he's content to just watch. And pour a drink for anyone who happens to pull up to the bar.]

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[emptynight]

[This face. This face forever.

Thomas looks at the platypus that just walked in, then glances at the door to see if any stray cameramen are lurking, and then looks at the platypus again.]

I have not had enough to drink to be hallucinating platypi.

[ttlynotanagent]

[Perry will just give YOU a look now, like, 'Dude, just give me a drink, you aren't hallucinating.' Of course he can't SAY that because he's a platypus, they don't really talk.

He'll wait, but seriously if you're going to take this long he'll hop back there himself and do it. He makes a mean martini after all. He drums his fingers to make a point.]

[emptynight]

[The thing with hallucinations was that either you thought too hard about them, or you just went along with it for the ride. The latter was easier, even if it had the potential to be less sane.]

What's your poison, duck boy? Gin and tonic? Rum and Coke?

[He gestures behind the bar at the rest of the selection for good measure. Playing charades with an imaginary platypus was not going to work out well.]

[ttlynotanagent]

[For the last time he's not a hallucination. Seriously, you are the only one who has ever thought that bartender person.

He sighs and points to the menu again. The fruity drink with the umbrella.

Also he is frowning at you for calling him Duck Boy. Does he LOOK like a duck? Sure the bill might be misleading but, come on, he doesn't even HAVE feathers.]

[emptynight]

[Thomas glances at the menu and nods at the platypus' gesture.] Hurricane it is.

[He eyes the platypus as he adds ice to the bottom half of the Boston shaker, then a glug of passion fruit juice. One of light rum. One of dark rum.] So are Tiki drinks a platypus thing or you just special?

[ttlynotanagent]

[Perry is probably just special. He hasn't meant many other platypi that are also secret agents. Not unless you counted alternate dimensions or that time Doof was cloning him.

He shrugs, he doesn't drink that often anyway. It wouldn't do good for his cover as an ordinary platypus if he was drunk]

[emptynight]

[And along with the juice and rum goes the grenadine, and Thomas adds a splash of lime for good measure. He shakes it up and strains into a Hurricane glass. Instead of passing it over to the platypus, though, he reaches under the bar for a handful of paper umbrellas in different colours and floral prints.]

Pick your favourite, chief.

[ttlynotanagent]

[Ooh he gets to pick his fancy umbrella. Excellent.

He plucks out a blue one with orange flowers and holds it up to Thomas.

Thanks]

[emptynight]

[Thomas laughs at the choice but dutifully spears a piece of pineapple and a maraschino cherry on the umbrella before adding it to the drink and sliding it over to Perry.]

Enjoy.

[ttlynotanagent]

[He tips his hat slightly.

Thanks.

He starts sipping it through a straw. Yes, that's the stuff]