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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[last_king]

Tirian might, concievably, want a drink.

For now, though, he's just eyeing the specials board.

Dubiously.

[awesome_lilly]

Oh, Tirian definitely wants a drink. If nothing else, it'll help cushion the blow of Lilly's conversation.

"Tirian!"

She beams at him.

"It's been ages, how are you? Can I get you something to drink? First one's on the house for fellow Narnian nobility."

[last_king]

Tirian smiles.

"I've been well, thank you. And yourself? I didn't know tending the bar was among your talents."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly smiles at him in a way that suggests there's a lot more about her talents he doesn't know.

"Well, now you do. But I'm just doing a friend a favor, actually. Of course, I like talking to people and hooking them up with booze, so it's not that big a fav- OH."

She pulls out two shotglasses.

"Speaking of... people, did you hear about Caspian and Lucy?"

[balletrat]

- so is it - comment dit-on, corny if I ask you for a Three Stages of Friendship?

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly giggles.

"No. Because then it'd be corny that I thought of you while picking it."

She snags the Jack, tequila, and 151 from under the bar.

"Third one's free, by the way. Because of the name."

And because Lilly likes getting people drunk. Shhhh.

[balletrat]

- Lilly, I never get to the third drink without falling over, *says Meg, who knows her own limitations.*

Unless there's rollover to tomorrow. And the day after. And especially if there's as much alcohol in that if it looks like you're putting in.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly knows Meg's limitations too. That's why she made the third drink free. Indy can't yell at her about giveaways that never get given away because the givee is, well, already gone.

"Hey, that's the recipe. I'm just following orders."

Her protest would be a lot more convincing if she wasn't grinning like that.

[owendavies]

Owen Davies, alone for the moment and walking past the bar, reads the Specials board and splutters.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly smiles sweetly at him.

"Something stuck in your throat, there? It's probably dry, but I think I could help you with that."

[owendavies]

Owen looks repressive in Lilly's general direction. "I will have a pot of tea and two cups, please."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly smiles cheerfully back at him and turns to get the teapot, her unrepressed skirt shifting up just a bit more as she bends down.

"This pains me, but... what kind of tea? And are you sure you wouldn't rather have coffee?"

[dead_hooker_2]

"Does everyone from Neptune work here now?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Hi, Trina."

Lilly tosses her hair over her shoulder and shrugs.

"I don't work here, actually. I'm just doing Indiana Jones a favor."

[dead_hooker_2]

"Oh, of course," says Trina, easily.

Because, honestly, that makes a lot more sense, with what she knows of Lilly.

"How've you been, Lilly?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Dead."

She smiles sweetly.

"But you already knew that. Pretty good, actually. The brothel and the paper have been keeping me busy. How're you?"

[yuppie_trash]

He slides up in a new black suit (Valentino, provided by bar.) turns his back against tonight's bartender because he is lounging and this requires no effort at all. He can watch her legs just fine reflected against the sunglasses he has in hand.

"Great evening, Lilly. Dead. Neptune. California." Politely. He always forgets the year, it is a slight detail. "In the mood for a Virgin Whore, please."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly arches an eyebrow.

"Nice to see the back of your head again too, Patrick."

She starts mixing the vodka, lime juice, and Kool-Aid.

"What's new?"

[yuppie_trash]

His mouth twitches, and he turns around offering what may pass for an apologetic smile. It edges on a grin before he shrugs, and it fades fully without reaching his eyes. "Nothing at all new. Enjoying an extended vacation. Yourself?"

Mildly. "You look well."

This is a grievous shame.

[awesome_lilly]

"Thanks, I generally do," Lilly replies, oblivious to any undertones. "You're not looking so bad yourself. Nice suit."

She tops the drink off with tequila and slides it over to him, smirking a little.

"Try not to spill."