AND FOR /U/LUUKLILO as well! YAY :D

Our barkeeper, /u/ian_Moore, is on some sort of hush-hush operation IRL, so I guess I'd better do the honours!

Feel free to order anything from our menu, or place an order for a custom special!

Everything is on the house (mainly because /r/chromamarket is in no state to conduct transactions)

do you keep it?
wow, nice place, who did the CSS?

Looks good

Ian stood at the enterance of the bar, one hand on the button to switch the open sign alive. The bar was ready indeed. The holoprojectors were spitting up dancing Periwinkle emblems and various congratulation texts, like "Go Peri, go Nord" and "OR got Rekt".

On the left, the seats had been arranged around big big tables in a shape that formed the periwinkle petals. On each table there was a huge bowl, around that little petal shaped plates.

In the middle, petal shaped shades hung from the base of the round shaped bar, the neons were changed to present the periwinkle national colors. The Special Sirop^TM coctail ingreedients were prepared in advance. Frozen blueberries, to cool down the blue drink without watering it up.

Over the bar a sign said : FREE SIROP WITH THE FIRST ROUND.

This will hurt the profit, but the lads deserve it. Thought Ian when wrote the sign with his own hand an hour ago. The letters looked shaky, but came from the hearth. On the side this might help the sirop gather more fans.

On the right, the small dancefloor had been converted into a stage, with a microphone on it, opening the opportunity to tell the tales of war. Above the stage a neon sign advertised : OPEN MIC NIGHT.

Marcus, the mixer arrived. "Oooh, open mic night. Did you installed the karaoke machine?"

Hell no "You know Marcus, the world's three most dangerous inventions are ; pizzacoctail, karaoke, and hipsters. Not one of them will ever get trough my doors."

"Okay okay, just asking."

"Go get ready, I will open in 10 minutes."

"Aye aye."

With that, Marcus disappeared. Ian took a sweeping look along the bar, just to check and double check everything. Habits never die, once a marine, always a marine.

T minus 8 minutes.

Habits surfaced again. Ian raised his voice. A peptalk?

"Listen up lads, this party is crutial. First of all, we have to celebrate the glorious victory over Nord. We need to give them a proper welcome. And we need to celebrate our brave soldiers, who fought for Nord's freedom, and defended it from the Orangered invasion. For Periwinkle. FOR PARTY!!!"

And pressed the button, 2 minutes early, who cares, when they have a victory to celebrate. Outside, the sign flicked lazily first, one, two, three small buzzing, like it was a child asking for 5 more minutes of sleep in the morning. But then it gave up, poured its light to the street, showering the sign;

WELCOME BACK NORD

Open mic night and Victory party

(free sirop with the first round)

(show your dogtag and get a muffin for free)

prices will eventually be implemented using Chromamarket

##Drinks!

• The Classic Vermillion Union Tang!
• Fresh fruit juice!
• [Sirop! Like tang but tastier and syrup-ier!

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• Classic Gin and Tonic!
• Various Cocktails!
• Scotch and Soda!
• Vermillibrews Beers: Newly requisitioned by the government!
• Pálinka Shots! (Warning-They're up to 86% alcohol!)
• Rum!
• Turquoise Moors Wines!
• Various Coffee!
• Various Felicity Farm teas!
• Icy mint sirop with vodka
• Sirop with dissolved tang and blueberries
• Rainbow sirop coctail (sirop, pálinka, and a dash of tang)

##Foods!

• Fish and chips
• Pies! All the pies!
• Various Pizzas!
• [Various Pasta (Now includes copypasta!)!

](http://www.sanofioncology.com/images/recipes/linguine_florentine.jpg)

• Tacos!
• Burritos, Enchiladas and Fajitas!
• Tapas!
• Various Curries!
• Various snacks and desserts!

Ian tapped his transcorder on his wrist.

20:56. Just about time.

He took a sweeping look around, just to make sure everything is in place.

Neon lamps along the bar? Check. Bottles in order? Check Sirop, tang, beer? Check

"Well, everything is in order. Three minutes left." As he walked to the door, swept the shiny tables once more with a rug, fixed the chairs to be everything truly in place. At the door, he checked his transcorder once more.

20:59

"Eeeer, not perfect, but what the hell. It's time. I can add the fluff later."

And then he flipped a switch. With a tender humming the whole bar started to swim in light. The place looks like you trapped a rainbow in it.

At the front of the building, a blue neon sign shines, saying; The Alibi, under that a smaller sign flickers to life. OPEN.

"Now, all I need is just customers." And Lolzi to deliver the sirop, because the first samples will sell fast.