Rifts Dead Man's Hand - Festival Day - Bottoms Up
Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2026 8:55 pm
Frank notices Megana still at the fryer as Sam joins her, offering to take over if she wants to go watch the fight. Megana notices that Frank is all over the place, working the grill and the bar, making drinks. Steve and Emily have come in and sat at the bar. Emily's being obnoxiously loud; as usual. Johnny's taken over part of the grill as Felix takes over the rest.
"Hey, Johnny" Frank bellows just loud enough to get his attention; moving closer as to be heard over the crowd. "Those will burn in the center. Try to scoot them out to the side where there's less heat. It gives the cheese time to melt without over toasting the bread." Frank returns to the bar and begins making drink orders. Looking at Emily and Steve. "Well, I'm not fancy with tricks or anything, but you'll enjoy the drink you get." Frank starts with the first order and goes as fast as he can without dropping anything. Getting the drinks out with practiced efficiency.
Upon glancing back, Johnny listened. Disaster averted.
Steve grins, "I like the sound of that. I'll have some fermented potato drink mixed with cherry flavoring and a touch of licorice ferment," he adds, hoping that Frank catches on that he's trying to order without actually stating the name of any hard beverage. "I tip well."
Sam notices Steve, "What're you two doing?"
"Umm, just thirsty. This guy's gonna make me something I haven't tried yet." He remembers something, "I'll pay double if he only puts three chunks of ice in it."
Megana side-hugs Sam back, "You're good, Sam. Glad you joined me and nah, not interested in the fight, but if you wanna stay and help, I'd love that," her voice possesses a sweet, happy tone that's normally reserved for her close friends and family.
Sam barely listens to Steve's answer as he melts into Megana's hug, thoroughly enjoying her hug. "If you need anything, then I'm your guy."
Felix glances over at him, "She needs to not be distracted, actually. You could sit at the bar, if you can find an empty stool."
Sam sighs, wandering back in front of the bar.
Steve laughs, "Aww, that sucks, dude."
"And what's pipsqueak still doing with you?" Sam fires back.
"He invited me," Emily answers as Steve flashes her a look that screams, 'The hell I did...'
Meanwhile, Frank easily keeps up with the rush, catching up as he slides drinks and takes credits. Eventually a group arrives insisting on trading a crate of zucchini for three buckets of beer. Frank already knows that he needs either his mom or dad to confirm the trade. This would give him a chance to make Steve's drink.
"Hey, Johnny" Frank bellows just loud enough to get his attention; moving closer as to be heard over the crowd. "Those will burn in the center. Try to scoot them out to the side where there's less heat. It gives the cheese time to melt without over toasting the bread." Frank returns to the bar and begins making drink orders. Looking at Emily and Steve. "Well, I'm not fancy with tricks or anything, but you'll enjoy the drink you get." Frank starts with the first order and goes as fast as he can without dropping anything. Getting the drinks out with practiced efficiency.
Upon glancing back, Johnny listened. Disaster averted.
Steve grins, "I like the sound of that. I'll have some fermented potato drink mixed with cherry flavoring and a touch of licorice ferment," he adds, hoping that Frank catches on that he's trying to order without actually stating the name of any hard beverage. "I tip well."
Sam notices Steve, "What're you two doing?"
"Umm, just thirsty. This guy's gonna make me something I haven't tried yet." He remembers something, "I'll pay double if he only puts three chunks of ice in it."
Megana side-hugs Sam back, "You're good, Sam. Glad you joined me and nah, not interested in the fight, but if you wanna stay and help, I'd love that," her voice possesses a sweet, happy tone that's normally reserved for her close friends and family.
Sam barely listens to Steve's answer as he melts into Megana's hug, thoroughly enjoying her hug. "If you need anything, then I'm your guy."
Felix glances over at him, "She needs to not be distracted, actually. You could sit at the bar, if you can find an empty stool."
Sam sighs, wandering back in front of the bar.
Steve laughs, "Aww, that sucks, dude."
"And what's pipsqueak still doing with you?" Sam fires back.
"He invited me," Emily answers as Steve flashes her a look that screams, 'The hell I did...'
Meanwhile, Frank easily keeps up with the rush, catching up as he slides drinks and takes credits. Eventually a group arrives insisting on trading a crate of zucchini for three buckets of beer. Frank already knows that he needs either his mom or dad to confirm the trade. This would give him a chance to make Steve's drink.