Happy Hour

[awesome_lilly]

Indy and Veronica did Happy Hour together last week. Indy's heard about it ever since, from a deeply (if perhaps a bit theatrically) wounded Lilly. His protest of "but Princess, I've been asking ya to do Happy Hour for ages and you've always said it sounded like too much work" fell on deaf ears, but eventually he figured out how to make it up to

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[witchy_rebel]

"Lemonade...Lilly, wasn't it?" is the answer from a Morgan who seems to be mostly there today.

Baby Mordred, on the other hand, is utterly ignoring everything except his attempts to grab fistfulls of his mother's hair.

[awesome_lilly]

"That's me, yeah," Lilly replies, pouring the drink and trying to remember why the dark-haired girl looks familiar.

Lemonade's easy. She sets it in front of Morgan.

"There you go. Anything for the rugrat?"

[witchy_rebel]

"Thank you and no, he's fine. Feed him before I came down."

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh, cool."

It's still not coming to her. Damnit.

"Okay, I know I know you, but... OH."

There it is.

"Hi, Morgan. And hi, Mordred."

[a_lioness]

"I'll have you know that Jon and Thayet still haven't emerged from their apartments for longer than half an hour at a time."

Alanna sits down with a quick, easy smile. She looks very... healthy.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly beams at her.

"That's because my instructions covered a lot of ground. The manual only came with like, two suggestions."

She shakes her head sadly. What kind of unimaginative people write those things?

"You look great, by the way. Can I get you something to drink?"

[a_lioness]

"I know," she says, smiling slyly. "Curiosity overcame me, and I read them on the way to drop off the box. Number twelve was particularly inventive."

Blushing slightly, Alanna tugs on her lip as if she's trying not to smile quite so much.

"Fruit juice would be grand." A small cough. "I don't know about great, but I thank you all the same. The herbs have been helping."

[awesome_lilly]

"Fruit juice?"

Lilly sighs dramatically.

"Boring. But okay."

She pours a couple different juices into the glass in a vain attempt at livening it up.

"And... herbs? You're taking them on purpose?"

[q_in_training]

"Hi, Lilly."

Mac's got her laptop under one arm as she approaches. She smiles, a bit hesitant, and swings it onto the bartop as she takes a seat.

Bartender. Brothel madam. Man, that girl's racking up a resume.

[awesome_lilly]

You forget co-editor-in-chief and party planner! For shame.

"Heya, Mac."

Lilly's answering smile is just a touch hesitant too. They haven't seen each other in... well. Since a really not fun evening.

"How's it going?"

[q_in_training]

"Weeelll..."

Less hesitant, a little more smug now. She opens her laptop.

"If you've still got the time and the money, I think I've got you some whorehouse software."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly brightens.

"Really? Kick-ass! The whole writing-in-the-record-book thing is killing me when it comes to payroll. Puck has terrible handwriting."

She leans over the bar to look at the laptop.

"What've you got for me?"

[bad_in_latin]

"What do you recommend for a sweet lil' person like myself, meimei?"

There's a somewhat already tipsy Mal strolling up to the bar.

[awesome_lilly]

"I generally recommend tequila" Lilly replies, attempting to look thoughtful. "The sour helps balance your overwhelming sweetness. However, tonight... I think the Three Stages of Friendship."

She grins.

"Tequila can be the fourth. If you get that far."

[realmrsreynolds]

"I have ten platinum says that he doesn't," a chipper voice calls from the corner, over Mal's shoulder.

"Hi, Lilly - I haven't talked to you in quite awhile. Keeping busy with the customers?"

Yes, she is referring to happy hour.

"And you Malcolm, haven't called me in two weeks."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly grins wickedly at Sallie.

"Oh, you know I am. But apparently some of the customers are even busier than I thought."

She sighs at Mal.

"Too busy to call your own mother? Really?"

[young_tmriddle]

"I should like one - a scotch on the rocks, please," Tom says, not eyeing her short skirt as that would not be a thing to do. It's rather hard. There are shapely legs and all. Damned Americans and their skimpy clothing.

"How have you been? It's been quite some time since I last spoke with you."

[awesome_lilly]

"Tom!"

Lilly grins at him before ducking to grab the scotch, thus causing the skirt to shift up a tiiiiny bit more.

"Yeah, it's been ages. How've you been? I mean, aside from the thing with the other evil version of you and wizard war and... should I make the scotch a double?"

[young_tmriddle]

"Actually, a plain one will be fine. I'm actually quite well, nowadays." He does not look. He firmly does not look. Well, maybe just a bit. Damn, damn Americans.

"It's a wonder what having one's future evil self destroyed will do for one's morale."

[awesome_lilly]

"I will have to take your word for it," Lilly says, pouring a liiittle bit of extra scotch over the ice.

"I only have an evil side, and I kinda like it, so."

She slides the drink over to him.

"Cheers to you, though!"