Happy hour!

[isaysimplewords]

Maybe Bar was listening in on Cal's conversation with Ianto yesterday, despite her unconscious state, or maybe the napkin note is a coincidence

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[not_lugosi]

"Hey you," Bela says, finding an empty stool in close proximity to Cal. "Your specials are elaborate tonight."

She teases.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal smiles.

"I like to keep people on their toes," he says, reaching up to take a martini glass off the shelf.

Call it a hunch.

[not_lugosi]

"What, I don't get vodka straight up?"

[isaysimplewords]

". . . was that what you wanted?"

Hey, if you have a signature drink, people are going to make certain assumptions.

[not_lugosi]

"No, I'm just giving the bartender a hard time. Dirty martini is more than fine."

[isaysimplewords]

Cal relaxes, saying,

"Oh, sure, give the bartender a hard time before he makes your drink. That's a good idea."

He reaches for the appropriate bottles, making the hawking-a-loogy sound as he does.

[not_lugosi]

"Ewwww, Cal, that was uncalled for," she snerks.

"Although I think one of the more recent bartenders - a weirdly cheerful guy with crazy hair - put dust in mine when I asked for a dirty martini. I was not amused."

[isaysimplewords]

Cal laughs, in that way where he knows he should at least pretend to try and hide it, but he's not going to because Bela is totally asking for it.

"Oh, yeah? I'll have to remember that one."

[not_lugosi]

"I think Bar is a little too lenient in her judgment. This shift excepted, of course. I want a non-polluted drink."

[isaysimplewords]

"You're no fun," Cal says. Then he makes a visible show of swallowing.

(No, he's not actually swallowing anything. The loogy noise was just for show.)

[not_lugosi]

"So they tell me. No fun at all."

She waggles her fingers in a "gimme" gesture.

"Come on, I'm dying of thirst here."

[isaysimplewords]

Cal snorts, adding ice to the shaker and putting the top on to shake it.

"Hey, you can't rush a good drink."

And the bartending practice he's had means that this will, in fact, be a good drink. He's improved considerably from his first few shifts.

[not_lugosi]

"Ooh, look at you. So professional. It's pretty fucking hot, I have to say."

[isaysimplewords]

"Of course it is."

Modesty is also hot.

On some people.

Cal strains the martini into the glass and reaches for the olive jar.

[not_lugosi]

She leans her forearms onto the bar's surface. (All the better to show off her cleavage, don't you know.)

"The anticipation is killing me."

[isaysimplewords]

Six olives, an extra splash of juice, and - despite the very real danger from the fact that Cal's eyes are on Bela's cleavage and not the glass as he sets it down - Bela has a lovely extra dirty martini before her.

He looks up to her eyes and smiles.

"Here you are, miss."