With a salute with the beer, the frögg moved away to a table near the honkytonk.Īs Lynx pulled out another bottle and poured it into a fresh glass, the plink of piano keys sounded. The frögg's face lit up it slid a pile of pixels across the counter. "It's called Mountain Goat," Lynx said as she poured the frothing liquid into a glass mug and slid it across to the frögg. One hand supported her chin as she stared at the bottles in contemplation before selecting one, stumpy and dark. "Man, you must have a stack of those, huh?" Paris asked as Lynx turned away. Well, alright then, let's see what we've got." Lynx read it out, "'Creative Yuzuki would like a beer'. What's your poison tonight, Big Bug?"įrom the front pocket of its waistcoat, the frögg pulled a short stack of cards, flipping through them until it gave a bright ribbit, handing the card over to Lynx. Lynx fiddled with her sleeves, ducking her head away from the glance she'd given Paris. "Froggie," Paris greeted the amphibian as it took a seat. Lynx turned to find another of her regulars patiently waiting at the bar. She backed up, under the pretence of putting the bottle of Futz back on the shelf, and watched him in the mirror.Ī croak from behind pulled her from her thoughts. Lynx snorted again as Paris scooped her datapad off the bar, looking over the list as he sucked on a milk cube. In any case, it tastes better when you make it, star-stuff." It just happens that you don't care so much by the time you get here." Does something that makes it taste way better." I swear it must be that blue light of yours. "You know, I tried to make one of these myself?" he said when his face had returned from puce to his usual olive complexion. Paris swirled the drink and knocked it back, pulling a face. He'd been drinking this rot-gut as long as she'd known him, and Lynx never could figure why he subjected himself to the scald of the liquor, even tempered as it was by the milk cubes. From the hutch, she took a bottle of green liquor, the label proclaiming it 'FutzFluff' surrounded by kiwi and chillies, pouring a measure over frozen milk cubes. Lynx inclined her head, mercury-blue glow dancing off the tumbler she pulled from under the bar. Paris smiled, eyes twinkling as he swivelled on the stool. "Evening, Paris." She gave him a nod, sliding around the bar. He looked up at her steps, knocking his trilby back in greeting, smoothing the green hair underneath as he replaced it.