Happy Hour

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy was pretty drunk when he left Lilly at the wedding reception in Tortall and returned to the bar. The relatively simple task of removing his tunic, boots and leggings turned into a long and arduous event—a battle royale in which victory very nearly went to the hose. However, doggedness eventually won through over malcoordination, and the

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[dragon_twin]

Melou eyes the specials, and the blonde behind the bar, before asking for the only drink listed he thinks he can read properly.

"A Califona Iced Tea, if you don't mind."

[watching_you]

"Sure."

Veronica stops, though, and eyes him.

"Uh. How old are you?"

[dragon_twin]

Melou gets that look of 'dammit, not this again', but forces his tone to be polite.

"I'm seventeen. Drink here all the time."

[watching_you]

"Uh huh."

She raises her hands in a concillatory way.

"Listen, this is my first day, and you're my first customer ever. He -" and she gestures at Indy, "- can get away with it, but I can't. Yet. So how 'bout I get you a virgin one, just this once?"

[watching_you]

"Of course," Veronica says cheerfully. "Hey, Bee. You want ice in that?"

[watching_you]

Veronica gives him a Look, even as she reaches for the ice.

"S'called a fridge."

[dead_hooker_2]

"Hey, Veronica. You working here now?"

[watching_you]

"Just temporarily," Veronica responds, cheerily. "Can I get you a drink?"

[dead_hooker_2]

Trina considers. "Wine, I think. You can surprise me as to the particulars."

Probably more than Trina would like to be surprised, but let us hope Veronica is feeling kind. Or something.

[watching_you]

"Hm."

Veronica's not very good with wines - she picks something red, from Australia (it has a cute rabbit on the label). "There you go.

"So? How're things?"

[musical_muse]

*Tere appears by the piano, as usual, and wanders to the far end of the bar, where she curls up cross-legged on a stool and begins to play something light and faerie-like on a pennywhistle*

[henry_jones_jr]

Trademark smile in place, Indy ambles over and waits for a break in the melody.

"Martini, or something else?"

[musical_muse]

*She pulls the flute away long enough to speak*

Room temperature water mixed with a quarter of a lemon's worth of juice, thank you, Doctor Jones.

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy pouts out his bottom lip momentarily.

"Comin' right up," he says.

He fishes out a glass and uses the spritzer to fill it. Once the lemon has been squeezed in, he places it before her.

"Everything okay?"

[copper_fray]

"Beer doable, or do I have to order something pink and froufy?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Heh. Hi stranger."

He offers a warm grin.

"Beer's absolutely fine, long as you get a bit more specific."

[copper_fray]

"Yeah, yeah. 'm turning into a recluse in my old age. I know."

She eyes him, one eyebrow raised.

"Not cold beer?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Cold's a good start. Type or brand would be even better," Indy chuckles, making an illustrative hand sweep towards the multitude of beer taps.

"Failing that, I can just hook you up with a Stella. Seem to recall you quite enjoyed that last time."