happy hour

[risen_from]

Tonight, the goddess Aphrodite is playing the part of your friendly neighborhood bartender, and has dressed accordingly in jeans and a deep green t-shirt with a deep v-neck. Her hair (tonight, golden) is swept up into a messy but very fetching ponytail, a few tendrils fallen loose and framing her face

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[52_dropoff]

Charlie looks seriously askance at the specials. For once, his curiosity is not likely to get the best of him.

"Can I get an herbal tea?"

[risen_from]

Aphrodite pouts, biting her lower lip.

"Well, we've got everything from rose hip to vetiver," she sighs.

"What's your pleasure, sweetie?"

[52_dropoff]

"No offense, but I rarely have anything alcoholic. Lifelong habits are hard to break." If he were 22 again, he might be no only having a drink but offering to buy one for the very attractive lady. But that was a long time ago.

[risen_from]

Aphrodite's eyebrows arch with profound innocence.

"I didn't say anything, did I?"

She glances over her shoulder, hand on one shapely hip.

"I suppose I could do chamomile ..."

Tea, tea, tea. She does approve of it; it's calming, which is great for wrinkle prevention.

[averyhasagun]

Paul doesn't yet understand why his name is up on the specials board. His current guess is something along the lines of, 'well, there's probably more than one Paul Avery in the whole multiverse.'

"Any chance I could get an Aqua Velva?"

Yes, he's been trying to cut down on his drinking (and he's been doing fairly well at it - to the happiness of his liver and most of the people who are concerned for his health), but he does like a little alcohol once in a while.

[risen_from]

Welllll, he does have brown hair.

But you'd think, if he were Paul Avery, he'd be saying something about it.

"There is, actually, an excellent chance." Aphrodite smiles at him, significantly.

(What? He's cute.)

"Gimme a minute, sugar. That's ... mmm, vodka, gin ..."

She bustles pleasantly about the bottles of alcohol, pouring out the right ones into a glass.

[averyhasagun]

The smile that Paul offers Aphrodite in return is significantly more - for lack of a better word - confused, largely because he has never been terribly good about not letting his thoughts translate from his brain to his face. (Is there a bounty on his head?)

Still, he makes himself comfortable at the bar, drumming his fingers along the counter.

[risen_from]

After a moment, Aphrodite slides his drink across the counter.

"So who are you?" Her tone is low and curious, and just skating intimacy.

Still, that look on his face leaves something to be desired ... should she have worn the girdle? Is he gay?

(Sometimes Aphrodite is a little bit vain.)

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis is staring at the specials board with a look somewhere between panic and horror.

"...'Dite?"

[risen_from]

Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty, and as such fails to look shifty in any way.

"Artemis!" she cries cheerfully.

"How are you, sweetie?"

[untiedtheknots]

"I'm okay...

You been talking to the family?"

[risen_from]

Oh my, look at this counter. How did it get so dusty!

Aphrodite snatches a rag and begins to polish innocently.

"What gave you that impression, Artemis?" she says.

"You know I can't stand half of them on principle."

[alsoagreengrass]

Right then. Scorpius is sure of it: Tonight's Happy Hour? Has to be the best distraction Milliways has ever provided.

Charms work? Forget it. Watching as the bartender writes up the night's specials is obviously the far more important option between the two.

[risen_from]

The goddess casts a demure glance over her shoulder.

A little young? Mmmaybe.

A lot cute?

DEFINITELY.

[alsoagreengrass]

One demure glance over the shoulder and Scorpius is done for. And so is his quill. Which erupts into flames and promptly disintegrates into a pile of ash.

Maybe he should have put the wand down.

He's usually much better with girls than this.

[risen_from]

Aphrodite turns around quickly so she can pretend she didn't see that and disguise her giggles.

The shaking of her shoulders may, however, still be discernible.

"Hey," she calls after a moment.

And smiles.

"Wanna make my night and try one of these?"

[thelifeplastic]

Barbie is quite relieved to have found Milliways in her trailer again as her latest lines have been giving her nothing but grief. Whoever decided that much dialog can occur whilst dancing needs to seriously reconsider their chosen profession.

The specials do give her pause though as she has never seen any cocktails with such blatant names. (She's still new to Hollywood you see.)

[risen_from]

Aphrodite blinks, but only a little.

This is Milliways. You get used to things.

"Evening, sweetie!" she says.

"What can I do you for?"

[thelifeplastic]

"I do hope it will be a good evening," Barbie replies with a smile. "Are any of those like a Cosmopolitan?"

[risen_from]

"Afraid not," Aphrodite says with an apologetic frown.

"But you know what is like a Cosmopolitan-- a Cosmopolitan. Want me to fix up one of those?"