After two days of interactions with Avengers in the bar, Rebecca thought she could have a normal day at work. Oh, how wrong she was.
Wednesday morning, twenty minutes after opening, a blond man with a very large hammer strode through the doors. Rebecca looked up from cleaning the counter right into the eyes of Thor. She instinctively backed up from the close proximity of the god's face. Right into the shelves that held the bottles of booze.
Bottles fell around her and she shrieked. The sound of broken glass was never heard, however. Rebecca opened one eye to see the bottles placed on the counter, Thor smiling at her.
"I apologize for frightening you, fair maiden." He stated rather loudly. He took Rebecca's hand in his, the size difference laughable. He gently kissed her hand in a princely manner, seeing as he was a prince. Rebecca blushed.
"I-It's okay." She stammered, beginning to get lost in the blue of his eyes. She quickly snapped herself out of it, mentally scolding herself, saying that it wasn't professional to fall for the customers. He smiled at her again, a wide, toothy, happy-go-lucky grin.
"What would you like?" Rebecca asked, trying not to reach over the counter and squeeze him in a bear hug. He's like a giant golden retriever, she thought.
"Midgardian drinks are not strong enough for me." Thor stated bluntly, eyes wandering over the drinks as Rebecca put them back on the problematic shelf.
A lightbulb went off over Rebecca's head as she remembered a long-forgotten memory. When she first started working at the bar, her boss said that there was one drink that no mortal was allowed because it was too strong.
"Rebecca, never give this to anyone. Anyone mortal, that is." He warned.
He handed her the bottle. She looked over, inspecting the glass surface. "Why?" she asked.
"It came from a customer a long time ago. He said it was not to be consumed by mortal men." Her boss recounted, taking the bottle back from her. She watched as he walked out to the shelves and placed it on the very end of the top shelf.
"Hold on a second, I might have something for you." Rebecca told Thor, confusion and curiosity evident on his face. She walked over to the end of the shelf and reached up to the top. On her tiptoes, of course. She wasn't that tall, afterall. Her fingers wrapped around the neck of the Forbidden Booze, as her coworkers had affectionately named it. She pulled it down, and inspected it one last time before showing it to the god. His eyes widened.
"This is Asgardian mead. How in the Nine Realms did you come to acquire it?" He asked, incredulous to the fact that a bar in Midgard had such a drink.
"My boss said that we got it from a customer a long time ago. Want some?" She replied, pulling out a glass just in case.
"I would indeed."
A smile graced Rebecca's lips as she poured a glass of the ale for the Asgardian. He took it from the counter with a "Thank you," as he took a long drink. He smiled as he put the empty glass back down.
"That was most refreshing. Thank you, fair Lady."
"You're welcome, Thor."
He handed her the money for the drink and sat back down on the barstool. After she put the money into the register, Rebecca looked up at him.
"You need anything else?"
He looked at her with another ear-to-ear grin. "No, I do not require anything more. I was thinking about what brother Anthony told me."
"Brother Anthony?"
"You mortals know of him by the name Tony Stark, is that not correct?"
"Oh, yeah. I didn't know you called him that. Mind telling me what he said?"
"He told me that you were 'the greatest bartender that he ever had the pleasure of meeting'. Curiosity had taken hold of me, and I thought, 'I must meet this bartender he speaks so highly of.' And that is why I have come to this bar."
"Huh. Tell him I say thanks." Rebecca smiled.
"For once, I agree with Brother Anthony. You are a wonderful Midgardian."
Rebecca blushed. No one had ever treated her so well and so kindly. "Thank you."
Thor nodded and smiled. He glanced over at the clock. "I am afraid I must leave. It has been a pleasure to meet you, Lady Rebecca."
"It was pleasure to meet you as well, Thor." Rebecca replied, a grin placed on her face.
"I hope that we meet again, Lady Rebecca." Thor said as he walked out. Rebecca was about to tell him he had to pay, but as she placed her hands on the counter, a couple of round, hard, metal objects pressed into her palms. She looked down at the counter. Gold coins sat there where the God of Thunder was just moments ago.
Rebecca smiled. 'Three Avengers down, four days to go, I guess. At the end of the week, I'll be at Stark Tower…' She thought to herself as she put the coins in the cash register.
