Happy Hour
When Indy starts setting up for his bartending shift tonight, he discovers that the spritzer hose isn't working properly. Specifically, the water selection. He checks the hose connections and the water pressure, but they seem to be in order. All that's left is to inspect the nozzle itself.
...Which is when Bar sends a gout of icy cold tap water blasting out of said nozzle and into his stubbly face.
Indy is not amused.
"I'm not even playing the damn game!" is his annoyed sputter of response.
Bar is quite aware of who is playing. She just thought it would be funny to squirt him anyway. She does provide some forced hot air by way of compensation in the aftermath of the prank though. With grumpy acceptance, Indy uses it to dry himself, then chalks up some appropriately themed cocktails:
DRINKS SPECIALS
Killing Lite
Watermelon Shooter
Gin Squirt
By the time he's done with that, he's managed to paste a smile back on. And there it remains as he makes the final preparations and gets around to addressing the bar.
"It's Happy Hour, folks. What'll it be?"
[tinytag: assassin]
...Which is when Bar sends a gout of icy cold tap water blasting out of said nozzle and into his stubbly face.
Indy is not amused.
"I'm not even playing the damn game!" is his annoyed sputter of response.
Bar is quite aware of who is playing. She just thought it would be funny to squirt him anyway. She does provide some forced hot air by way of compensation in the aftermath of the prank though. With grumpy acceptance, Indy uses it to dry himself, then chalks up some appropriately themed cocktails:
DRINKS SPECIALS
Killing Lite
Watermelon Shooter
Gin Squirt
By the time he's done with that, he's managed to paste a smile back on. And there it remains as he makes the final preparations and gets around to addressing the bar.
"It's Happy Hour, folks. What'll it be?"
[tinytag: assassin]