Liam calls Circe; Bartender Plans

[Liam Gelt]

Using the contact information acquired from Ram, Liam takes a moment to dial the number for Circe .

[Circe]

Circe is at a, now, empty river docks in a suit when she answers the call.

"Hello, you have reached the angriest lady in town. Do ya have the right number?"

[Liam Gelt]

The voice almost makes Liam drop the phone.
"Yes, Hi...this is Liam. We met in Funderland. I was just curious if you needed a bartender for the summer party? I talked a bit with Anatole, and I just thought I'd offer my services."
Liam was trying to be careful about mentioning too many specifics over the phone. Mundies and such.

[Circe]

"You do," is her initial reply. Nobody is around so she is free to talk. "Hadn't planned on booze, but," she sings out, "Could make things much more amusing fer me, oh ho ho ho ho!"


She had only one place she could add it, "I can just add a table ta my end zone. Ya will be sharing a space and I'll hafta tell ya some challenge rules if folks ask. It'll be easy! Though I will warn ya," her smile is audible, "There may be puking without booze assisting it. No more spoilers then that."

[Liam Gelt]

"Great! Thanks for the opportunity." Liam was honestly surprised the boisterous Summer hadn't planned on having alcohol at her Coronation, but at least she certainly didn't seem against it. Maybe it was the warrior in her, wanting to stay alert at all times. Maybe she just had Summers who didn't drink. Definitely want to keep that in mind.
The Giant is a bit nervous a the prospect of this booze-free vomiting. Are people just gonna be gut-punching each other? But, his foot was in the door. And if push came to shove he could certainly shove with the best.
"That's...good to know. I'll try and get there early to set up. Thanks again."
Liam closes the call, then gets up from his position laying down on his bed. Time to pick out some party clothes.