Unhappy Hour

[henry_jones_jr]

Milliways prides itself on good service. So, in the light of recent events, it's perhaps a good thing that there are bartenders working this afternoon. Indy and Mike are here to serve, though here is a loose term at best. They've talked, and neither of them look like their usual chipper selves. So much for leaving personal lives at home—this is

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[turnipman]

Baldrick is oblivious to the woe and doom befalling Milliways, as he strides out of the kitchens with the specials board.

"Hi guys! How's it going?"

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy offers the little man a nod. "Hey."

"Been better. What's on the menu tonight?"

[turnipman]

"Pasties! The classic Cornish Pasty, and several others."

Oh dear! Baldrick looks worried. "What's wrong?"

[henry_jones_jr]

There's a slight smile for the innovative menu. "Put me a couple of cornish to one side, if you can."

Then he become a little mournful. "Bar's on the fritz," he says, staring glumly at Her darker veneer. "Tonks and Bill Weasley are missing after an attack in the Wizarding World yesterday. Svava left, probably for good, to fight in her apocalypse last night, and Mike's girlfriend is leaving tomorrow."

[turnipman]

"Will do!" he nods.

He looks horrified at the catalogue of horrors. "Poor Bar!" He strokes her tenderly. "And Tonks and Bill! Gosh, I hope they'll be OK, their world can be nasty. And... blimey, it goes on and on. Not exactly 'happy' hour, is it?"

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy stares flatly at Baldrick. "No. It's not."

[turnipman]

It's not often that Baldrick isn't cheerful and full of the joys of Milliways, escpecially after such a successful afternoon's cooking, but now is one of those exceptions.

"Well, crap," he says, munching unhappily on a piece of Italian sausage. "Bugger me with a fish-fork."

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy roots around in the cutlery trays, but doesn't seem to find what he was looking for. "Sorry, we're all out."

There's perhaps the hint of smirk behind his stunningly blank expression. "What've you been up to?"

[turnipman]

He chuckles.

"Oh, this and that, the usual. Had a bit of a disaster in the kitchens a couple of Mondays ago, ruined the big microwave. Then the week after I got ill, ate something funny, I think it was my bloater casserole. Kept me in my bathroom for days. I was all happy and great today, though! Until I heard 'bout everyone else's troubles just now."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Well, at least none of it directly affects you. It's important that the kitchens stay operational," he concedes. "Especially with The Lady being under the weather."

[turnipman]

"True. I'll work extra hard to make sure everyone gets their meals promptly!" It's the least he can do. Well, he could set fire to the 12-slice toaster again, but it's the least he can do without actually ruining anything.

He gives Bar a sympathetic smile.

[henry_jones_jr]

"If could pass the word around to some of the other chefs as well, or leave a note... Bernard would probably appreciate it," Indy notes.

[turnipman]

"Hey, good plan, I'll do that. I'll make sure that the kitchens are on top form, even if poor ol' Bar isn't her usual self."

"So how're you finding working here? Settling into it OK?"

[henry_jones_jr]

He shrugs. "It's just a job. Get to meet some new people, get to serve 'em drinks. Not much to it."

[turnipman]

"Well, yeah, and you've done it before, right? No worries."

He idly steals a cocktail olive.

[henry_jones_jr]

"What is a bloater casserole anyway?" Indy muses, making only a lame attempt to slap Baldrick's thieving paw.