Saturday night happy hour

[likesthecoat]

Ianto, as always, is pleased to find himself in Milliways, and takes a seat at the bar, anticipating an endless cup of coffee and a night of good talk.

The napkin that pops up is no surprise, though. He reads it and nods. "Absolutely, I can do that."

He goes behind the bar and thinks for a moment, then writes on the specials board:

Tonight's

Comments

[onceareaper]

There is a man pondering the specials board, short as it is.

Possibly he is wondering how to make 'coffee' into 'sake' without Ianto noticing.

Possibly he is very sure he could pull it off.

Possibly he is waiting for the right moment.

Very possibly he should be distracted.

[likesthecoat]

If he orders sake, Ianto probably won't mock him.

[onceareaper]

Probably. That's so... uncertain a term.

Urahara does so like certainty. Even if it's only on his own terms. Makes the game so much more fun that way.

And no, that sudden quirk of a grin means nothing ominous. At all. Really.

[likesthecoat]

"Can I help you?" Ianto says, because a quiet grinning guy is a little . . . nervewracking.

[onceareaper]

"How funny," He replies, with a sort of cheerfulness usually reserved for children's shows, "That is usually my question! ♥"

Nothing up the sleeves, ladies and gentlemen, nothing behind the fan...

[likesthecoat]

"Yes, but I'm the one behind the bar tonight."

[onceareaper]

"Indeed, though... I cannot seem to remember seeing you there before - taking a new job?" He asks, leaning on the bar.

It's possible he's calculating angles, amongst other things, including the odds of getting caught, and the possibility of this being hilarious.

[likesthecoat]

"I'm an occasional substitute," Ianto says. "Though I know the rules well: to get any patron whatever they want, within reason. The specials are just a suggestion."

[onceareaper]

"I see," Urahara nods, and behind his back, he flicks a small black ball back towards the far wall. It then proceeds to bounce off that wall, in a suspiciously quiet manner, then in turn off a rafter, a patron's head, the trilobite tank, Tonk's bra pinned above the Bar, the floor, the staircase, someone's sword, and finally it hits the specials board.

And promptly disintegrates.

Leaving something behind.

Mostly?

[likesthecoat]

Ianto looks at the board, eyebrow raised.

"You know, you could have just asked."

[onceareaper]

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." Urahara replies, the very soul of innocence. "Do you not have sake? It is there on your board."

[likesthecoat]

Ianto sighs, annoyed, and gets out the little bottle of sake. "Warmed?"

[onceareaper]

"Certainly, thank you very much! ♥"

A second ball is launched when Ianto's back is turned. This one takes a more circuitous route, bouncing off of two tables, the evil karaoke machine. the DDR game, the couch, a stack of books, and a murderous puppet (perhaps not in that order) before thumping against the specials board in a similar fashion to the first.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto puts the warmed cup in front of him, then sees the specials board. He gives him a look.

"If you'll excuse me, I have other patrons to attend to."

[onceareaper]

Urahara's eyes are entirely too bright and cheerful as he nods, taking the cup.

"Of course, of course, no rest for the weary to be had." He agrees, with a languid flap of his hand.

His two additions to the specials board are... very much gone.