Late Happy Hour

[henry_jones_jr]

Apparently, tardiness is running in the family this week. After all his careful preparation during the early afternoon, Indy is embarrassingly late to start Happy Hour. There might have been a post-ski lesson nap involved

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[cheevy]

Hippie at the bar. Hair like mop, bellbottoms, army jacket in a state no charity would take. He peers at the specials list.

"Avalanche?" he says with a glance to the bartender. It's almost more of a suggestion than an order.

[henry_jones_jr]

"Crown Royal, Kahlua and cream," Indy relays idly. "Thick and rich."

"Wanna try one?"

[cheevy]

"Sure." He smiles, hair in his face. "Never seen anyone actually... tending the bar. You probably hear that a lot."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Enh... a fair bit. Don't worry about it."

He turns to the shelves and plucks down the requisite bottles for the drink.

"We try and have a 'tender on duty every afternoon and evening," he explains as he pours. "'Cause, y'know, Bar needs her sleep too."

"They're never a guarantee though, with the way folks come and go here... even the ones with jobs." He should know, having just missed sixteen shifts in a row before he returned last week.

[callitavesper]

This one is thankfully (for his friends) not on a mission to get drunk tonight. However, sometimes you can't turn down a cheap drink, and he's generally good at staying within his limits.

So--"Ski Slope sounds interesting."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Interesting and strong," Indy says. "There's a bunch of stuff in it."

"However, it passes the Indiana Jones taste test."

Which... isn't actually saying much.

[callitavesper]

He raises an eyebrow. "If you say so." He'd like to know how rigorous that taste test is, but he needs to find a polite way of wording it. "What about the other ones--do they pass your taste test, too?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"All my specials pass the taste test," he states, chuckling gently.

"Y'think I just pull crap outta the book and hope for the best?"

[winterladym]

"Such wonderful drinks."

Has the temperature dropped several degrees? Most definitely. After all, this young man sees fit to invoke one of her domains, why not provide for it? Perhaps he knows something.

But likely not.

"An Avalanche, if you please"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Thank you kindly," the bartender replies with a cheery smile.

Goosebumps lift on his forearms, but he doesn't really notice. Indy has fairly thick skin. This is the guy who tramped around the Russian steppes in late October 1935, with only a leather jacket on.

"One Avalanche, coming right up."

[winterladym]

"Why such a chilly theme?"

Not that she nessacarily cares, but if there's more to it then simplicity, she would like to know.

[henry_jones_jr]

He shrugs as he pours.

"Just kinda went with what I've seen outside this week," he admits. "Other than the avalanche. That's just a tasty drink that fitted in."

He doesn't actually know that Steph had started one a few days ago. It happened round the back of the mountains.

[fortunes_phase]

Moon hops onto a stool and smiles brilliantly.

"I'm not sure what I'd like," she says, eyeing the specials. "Do you have anything pretty?"

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy can't help but be affected by a smile like that. He returns it with his own variation, which can probably be described as vaguely dashing.

"Sure," he confirms cheerfully.

"Dunno if it'll match up to you, but I'll give it a go."

[fortunes_phase]

"I have faith in you," she says, her cheeks colouring lightly. The vaguely dashing smile is nice, since few people give her those kinds of smiles. "I like pink. And yellow. Those tend to taste nice."

[henry_jones_jr]

"I think I've got just the thing..."

He turns away and starts pulling down bottle from the shelves, seemingly at random.

"Somewhat uninventively named The Pink Drink. But it's chock full of liquor, and tastes almost exactly like a strawberry milkshake."

[fallen_april]

April isn't sure she needs anything alcoholic, but cocoa wouldn't be amiss. Maybe something to eat - she's hardly eaten lately. Effects of withdrawal and all.

So, an unusually quiet and still vaguely haggard-looking 23-year-old bohemian slips onto a bar stool and waits until the barkeep notices her.

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[cheevy]

Miniver slips into the stool next to her. HE has apparently already had a drink or... two...

"April!"

[fallen_april]

April blinks, then smiles slightly.

"'Lo, Miniver." She's not much with the normal bouncyfriendly.

[cheevy]

Neither is he, normally. He's just... a wee bit intoxicated.

"I hbaven't seen you in a while. Sort of hoped I didn't get you too messed up that night. How are you?"