Hops

With the sharp tang of alcohol and the clink of liquor glasses, Sugar felt at least somewhat prepared to try to learn something of bartending. He couldn’t use this new knowledge for his imp cafe, as he didn’t serve alcohol there, but he could show off to dinner guests when he wanted to reveal another new creation of his to his friends. At least that was what he let those buns think they were, it helped when he wanted to show off or be appreciated. ...

Lumen stood behind the bar of the Rabbit Hole, the air filled with the lively chatter of gamblers from the adjoining Wonderland Casino. Hops, the cheerful but clumsy bartender, stood next to them, ready to impart her wisdom on the delicate art of mixology. Lumen's eyes sparkled with anticipation as they prepared to learn how to make a Peach Hellini.   "Now, Lumen," Hops began, her voice filled with enthus...

“Gimme a Celestiale.” “Come back next month and I will.” “Whuddabout a Scale Ale?” “Just ran out I’m afraid.” “…do you got a Gold Fashioned?” “Not even close to being in ...

The morning light barely warms the streets, filtering in through the cavern clouds in slow, meandering patterns. It bathes the air in shades of peach and pink lace, gently brushing away the night’s shadows like ash from a well-worn hearth.  Cas rubs his dark eyes with the heels of his palms, jaws cracking in a massive yawn. He’d never been a morning bun. There were always better things to do in the mornings— sl...