Happy Hour

[henry_jones_jr]

When there's a mentally linked room-mate involved, good news tends to travel fast.

Fresh from his travels earlier in the week, Indy gets wind of the new arrivals from Bar as he's setting up for his 'tending shift. And, with her help, he comes up with an appropriate theme for the occasion.

DRINKS SPECIALS

Adam
Sir Knight
Three Wise Men

All cider

Comments

[fortunes_phase]

She slips on a stool and smiles at the bartender.

"What colour is a Sir Knight?" she asks, eyeing the specials. "Is it pretty?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Sir Knight. It's... kinda yellow, I guess."

In the wake of the news about Alanna, it doesn't seem physically possible for Indy's smile to get any bigger. But somehow, it does.

"Hi, you."

[fortunes_phase]

Moon grins at him, liking that smile.

"Kind of yellow?" She wrinkles her nose. "Does that mean it's kind of something else, too?"

[henry_jones_jr]

He beeps her crinkly nose and chuckles.

"I dunno! Judge for yourself. And if it's not acceptably pretty, I'll go heavy on the chartreuse and see if I can make it a better yellow."

[fortunes_phase]

"You can try."

She watches him as she 'fixes' her nose, for beeping her nose means it must now be squished flat.

"I don't drink brown. Brown is an ugly colour to drink. It tastes like beetles sound." That's an official ruling on the taste of brown. "Have you sufficiently recovered from our field trip?" she asks with a giggle.

[henry_jones_jr]

"Yeah. Just about," he replies. "I might know how to show a girl a good time, but you've got the stamina end throughly sewn up."

He fires a brassy wink at her as he ambles off to gather bottles.

[fortunes_phase]

"When you wanted to sleep, I didn't complain," she reminds him with a teasing tone. "I only questioned your endurance. A part-time adventurer, in my most humble and limited opinion," Moon says dramatically, pressing a hand to her bosom, "should have very high endurance."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Heyyy, I can go all night when I have to," he protests, fighting back his chuckles. "There just wasn't any urgently pressin' need for me to on our trip."

"And I happen to like my sleep."

[fortunes_phase]

"All night?" She raises a brow in amusement. "For a man who likes his sleep, that's a big claim." While he makes her drink, she produces her tarot deck.

[henry_jones_jr]

"It's all about the necessity. I've gone a couple of days without sleep before," he furthers. "Just don't expect me to be all sweetness and light after the first twenty-four hours."

He adds the finishing touches to the drink, squints at the color, then shrugs and delivers it to Moon.

[fortunes_phase]

She eyes him.

"I'm sure I could keep a smile on your face." She's very sure of her sparkling personality. She accepts the glass and peers at it critically, gaging the colour.

Moon nods and takes a sip, puzzling over the taste, then nods again.

"It's not beetles," she declares and smiles approvingly at him.

[henry_jones_jr]

He's pretty sure Moon could keep him happy as well, but he doesn't go so far as to stroke her ego by confirming it. He just smiles back, pleased that she likes the drink.

"I'll have you know that certain beetles can be kinda tasty when baked. They're a delicacy in parts of Indo-China."

[fortunes_phase]

"I'm sure they do. Brown food is not as offensive as brown drinks."

She has her personality quirks, that's for sure.

"Brownies, for example. They are brown, even have the word in their name, and they are very yummy."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Yep. I'll give you that one."

His eyebrows lift innocently.

"Lucky for me that they are, really."

[fortunes_phase]

"No, lucky for you I desire the liberation of the brownie population," she says over the rim of her glass, lips twitching with a smile."

[henry_jones_jr]

Hers aren't the only lips that are twitching.

"I guess," Indy says, after a few moments of fake deliberation. "Your unselfish rescue efforts are very noble... almost heroic."

"Makes me wonder what lengths you'd go to if I wasn't such a merciful captor. Like, if I actually imprisoned the brownies in tupperware, or threatened 'em with horrific slicing torture."