Happy Hour

[lasthalfmile]

Ben, for his part, is mostly squelching a smirk as he scribbles on his half of the specials board.

Dead Man Walking
The Lazarus
Walking Dead

He glances at Dan once he's finished.

"Well, I think it's funny

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[not_his_pa]

William's had a long day outside and is yawning when he sits at the Bar.

After Cubefall, Bill slowed down some as he was taking care of Dogmeat but not that much.

When he looks up, he stares for a good while and considers just going to hide by the fire.

[almosthonorable]

Ben's behind one end of the counter, drying a handful of just-washed shot glasses.

Neither he nor Dan is particularly busy at the moment; after a moment's pause, Ben dries his hands, picks up three of the small glasses, and starts to juggle.

A man has to find his own entertainment sometimes, after all.

[lasthalfmile]

"If you break those, Wade, you're payin' for them."

A dead man's salary isn't anything near what a live one's is.

Especially when that live one robs anything with pockets whenever he gets the opportunity.

[not_his_pa]

William watches the glasses and takes a breath as he works on what to say.

Damn Milliways and its way of changing everything,

"If he breaks enough, Pa, he could muck out the stalls for me, get his pretty boots dirty."

[almosthonorable]

"If I break these, we'll be sweepin' up glass for weeks and weeks," Ben says, chuckling to himself.

To his credit, he's keeping the glasses going, and in the air - so far.

His eyes never leave the glassware, but he quirks an eyebrow meant for William.

"I see somebody inherited his daddy's sense of humor."

A beat.

"Or lack thereof."

[lasthalfmile]

"I've got a sense of humor," Dan protests. "It just isn't the same as yours."

Blowing up trains? Not funny.

[not_his_pa]

Its been a while since he's heard his father joke but even so, its never been anything like Wade's,

"No, it ain't, much nicer."

[almosthonorable]

Ben nods, more of a lightning-quick tip of his head, as he's concentrating on not smashing perfectly good barware.

Dry: "Reckon I just don't have the same appreciation for the prim and proper."

[lasthalfmile]

"Oh hell, Wade, you should know me better than to call me prim."

Dan chucks a bar towel at Ben's knees, then looks over at William.

"You want a drink, son?"

[not_his_pa]

"Somethin' cold, please and there anythin' I could get from the kitchen? I've been in the stables most of today when I wasn't lookin' out for Bill,"

He smirks at the towel, hopefully that will make Wade drop something.

[almosthonorable]

Ben pulls a face at the unexpected impact.

"And you think you're so straight and narrow," he says, conversational, as he catches all three glasses and deposits them on the counter.

Put that in your tobacco pipe and smoke it, Evans duo.

[lasthalfmile]

Dan works on putting together a drink for William -- a bourbon with ginger ale (heavy on the ginger ale, because he is just a boy after all) -- after he sends an order in to the kitchen with a waitrat for fried chicken with all the sides.

William looks thin. Dan intends to change that.

[not_his_pa]

He's been eating, but he hasn't really put on too much weight yet.

When Wade makes his comment, William bites his lip to keep from saying something he'll regret and ends up mumbling, "Know you ain't."

[almosthonorable]

"He did get your mouth," Ben says, as mild as a sacrificial lamb as he addresses Dan. "He keeps this up, I might start to like him."

He snags an empty water pitcher, and as he turns to fill it, he throws William a quick, disarming half-grin.

[lasthalfmile]

"You can like him all you want," Dan replies. "But the moment you offer him a job, we're gonna have a problem."

[not_his_pa]

"I wouldn't take it,"

If he could help it, he'd never take anything again from Wade. Due to Milliways, he's not sure if that's possible.