Happy hour, Sam Axe and Clementine Johnson.

[hoochedseal]

Sam smiles as he walks in. Having a tux on, he was coming back from Hawaii and when he walks to the bar to thank her for getting them there he sees the note. Okay he can do Happy hour. Why is he in his tux? He wishes he could change but that just isn’t a choice right now. Getting the pen he does the special board.

Nightly Specials.

Mojitos

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Grey hair and a number of facial scars aside, the short (5'3") Korean-looking girl in the dark green jumpsuit looks like she's about twenty at most as she peers up at the board. "Okay," she says hesitantly, "I think I'm missing something here. What makes beer domestic? Are the plants involved grown on farms instead of gathered in the wild or something?"

[respectthegun]

"Means it ain't been imported," Lawton chiimes in from down the bar.

"This one's on me."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh! Okay," says Ellen, and then: "Hi, Floyd. It's good to see you. How've you been?"

[respectthegun]

He glances at his lighter for a moment, as if that might have the answer.

"Not dead yet," he decides. "So I guess you'd say I've been just peachy. Yourself?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"That's always important," Ellen agrees. "I've been okay. Fawkes and I made it back to the Citadel with the Tesla coil- oh, and if you're interested I got something made from some of the Deathclaw parts I took before we left..."

[respectthegun]

"Oh?"

He's interested, in that very casual only-vaguely-interested way.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Well, considering how those things claw through armor without batting an eye..."

The hard part of constructing the gauntlet that she extracts from her backpack is making sure everything is preserved in such a fashion that nothing falls loose and slices up the wearer at an inconvenient moment.

"I don't punch things often, but when I do, I like them to stay punched."

[respectthegun]

"That'd do it," Lawton agrees, eying the impressive gauntlet. "It'd be one stupid fucker who stays around to be punched after seeing that."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Lighter than a power fist, too," Ellen says. "Although those can really throw the other guy across the room. I'm happy with just carving someone's armor off; that usually ends the fight pretty quickly."

[respectthegun]

"Funny how people turn to pussies without their armor," Lawton remarks. "You'd think their spine was in that shell."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I can understand it a little with people who're used to power armor, but really, you can't always count on it being there," Ellen says. "You're better off learning to survive a fight without it just in case."

[respectthegun]

"Things have a way of weeding out those peoplpe who don't learn that," he replies, with no shortage of 'serves them right'.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen just shakes her head. "That's what cover is for. And surprising your enemy with enough firepower that not having armor isn't an issue any more."

[respectthegun]

"Usually works for me," Lawton agrees. "The shoot them first strategy."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"... and now I'm all nostalgic for my old Gauss rifle," Ellen suddenly realizes. "Stupid aliens."

Non sequitur whut.

[respectthegun]

"What happened to it?"