( Thread | Nari. ) - Blog Posts
Leyla knew it. Though not the world's best judge of character, she was pretty confident in her guess this time. "I thought of making a Pumpkin Spice mocktail, but I worried I'd be too cliche, so I settled for Autumn Spice and Pumpkin Pie as separate beings. Maybe I should reconsider?" She smiled brightly at the woman's selections, "no drink minimums here. The only cutoff is closing time, and even then, I'm flexible." As she started on her drink, she asked, "did you enjoy Creek Fest? I've never seen people so invested in town activities like they are here. I mean, New York events were busy, of course, but it's just a different energy if that makes sense."
Grinning widely at Leyla's assessment, Nari nodded her head eagerly. "I am a girl who loves a seasonal specialty. Which is me admitting to be one of those pumpkin spice latte people," first day that Cobblestone broke out the fall menu, Nari was in line. And if Maw Tales was going to have a good drink to make her think of falling leaves and jack-o-lanterns, golden sunsets and brisk walks in the morning, then she was going to tae it. "How about…" she licked her lips thoughtfully. "Let's go with the Autumn Spice first, and then I'll try the Pumpkin Pie Martini mocktail next? No rule that says I can't have the best of both worlds, right?"
A laugh bubbled from her as her latest customer popped up, almost literally. It was like the sunshine coming in through the window was right in front of her. Besides, Leyla liked when people treated this the same as any bar, made her feel more like she was Sam Malone in Cheers. "You seem a girl who likes a seasonal specialty," she replied, a touch playfully, "so I would say our Pumpkin Pie Martini mocktail or my personal favorite at the moment, which is the Autumn Spice. But I'm a sucker for a cinnamon flavor, paired with the cloves and nutmeg, it's the season in a glass."
WHO: Nari & @leyla-tehrani
WHERE: Mawk Tales
WHEN: September, 2023
"Alright, hit me," Nari swung onto one of the bar stools, tucking her legs underneath herself, feet finding perch on the run as she looked up at the menu behind the bar. There were far too many good drinks to choose from, something that she had learned a long time ago, but that was why it paid to have a bartender to help you out -- at least Leyla would know what to suggest. Hopefully. Or maybe she would just flounder her way through trying whatever looked good on the menu. "What's the best option for a girl like me?"
