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Who: Richard Castle and you
What: Open bar log. If you've wanted to meet Castle or your character just wants a drink and someone to talk to, he is there for you. He will not, however, serve alcohol to minors. He does have scruples.
When: The afternoon and evening of October 13th
Where: The Death Match
Rating: PG for now

Castle was finding himself spending more and more time in the Death Match lately. Business had been a little slow, what with a lot of people disappearing lately and M having gone AWOL and all, and he rather liked the quiet and the atmosphere in order to write.

He had no idea how he was going to get published, mind, but at least he was doing what he did best.

When he wasn't writing, he was trying- and failing- to teach himself to do fancy bartender tricks like juggling glasses and empty bottles around. He was quite sure that the ceramic bulldog that had suddenly appeared a few weeks ago was judging him every time he dropped one and had to stop and pick up broken glass, even after he put an old sheet down in an attempt to better collect the shards in one place.

"Come on, at least I'm trying," he told it.

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Rodney's eyes move back and forth between the bartender and the bulldog.

"Kay, that's just creepy! This castle has a very sick sense of humour!"

"I know, right?" Castle shakes his head, wiping a speck of dust off the dog's head. "I think it may be my boss. They certainly have the same intense stare."

[Rodney narrows his eyes at the dog briefly.]

And yet your breaking bottles in front of her?! I'm not sure if that speaks to you being brave or stupid.

... well... you do have a point. [He scratches his head.] I think I'll be okay since I can just wish more up, but... I should probably practice with something non-breakable first.

Wishes come with consequences I hear... Might be wise, although I expect not quite as much fun.

[Rodney looks down the bar, considering and than back to Castle.] So, uh, what do you recommend?

Well, haven't had any terrible consequences thus far, aside from my permanent loss. Can't drink coffee, you see. Oh, and there was the time I was followed around by a cardboard cutout of myself for a few weeks.

[Castle plonks down a glass, wiping it out.]

I'm partial to a nice scotch or martini myself.

Cardboard cutout...?

Hmmm... While I like the idea of a scotch, but the martini will likely last longer and leave me with less of a headache in the morning.

Martooni it is, then.

[Castle considers trying to be fancy with flourishing the bottles, but then remembers his previous lack of success and simply mixes and pours the drink with care.]

Oh, yes, the cutout. Well, I'm a famous writer back home and often have cutouts of myself at bookstores and the like... so I guess the castle thought it would be funny to happen here. Except the part where I couldn't get rid of it. Not even after a dinosaur chewed on it.

Did you saw a dinosaur? Like a raptor or T-Rex?

[Rodney looks out the window like he suddenly expects one to be strolling down the street.] Seriously?! They have those here?!

Yup. Well, not here, here, but occasionally we'll get transported someplace entirely different. In that case, some of us got sent to study dinosaurs while everyone else got a free cruise.

Huh! You make it sound like it was a pleasant experience. I can't imagine live dinosaurs would have sat still to be studied.

...

What went wrong on the cruise?