Happy Hour

[baptizemyself]

There's a nervous looking woman stood behind the bar chalking up the specials on the board.

Specials
Class Act
Apple Martini
English Highball

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[52_dropoff]

"Hey. You're looking better." Charlie is never one to beat around the bush.

Except when he does.

[baptizemyself]

"Feeling better, too," she agrees.

[52_dropoff]

"You must be. Bartending takes energy and stamina." He takes a seat. "Or so I hear. That is one of the few jobs I never considered for long."

[baptizemyself]

"Not exactly a job I ever considered either," she says with a shrug.

"Bar roped me into it."

[not_his_pa]

William hates having to be in his room and comes downstairs and slumps on a stool,

"Ma'am, could I get a coffee?"

His fever's finally broken but he still feels really tired.

[baptizemyself]

Coffee? Helena can do Coffee. It's an Italian thing.

"What kind?"

[not_his_pa]

He blinks since he's never sure how to answer that,

"Just black, ma'am. Feel like I ain't been really awake for days."

[baptizemyself]

In that case he probably wants it strong, she thinks as she fills the percolator that is kept behind the bar.

"It'll just take a few minutes," she says, turning back to William.

[smallgayjew]

The apple martini sounds intriguing, but Posner's a bit wary of alcohol after his first encounter, so he just slides onto a stool with a faint smile and says, "Could I just have a cup of tea?"

[baptizemyself]

Helena nods and turns her back on Posner to find the teas. There is a whole shelf devoted to different types.

"You got a preference?" she asks over her shoulder.

[smallgayjew]

"Irish breakfast? If there is any. Or Earl Grey." They have to have Earl Grey, right? Milliways has everything.

[baptizemyself]

Helena holds up two boxes: one Irish breakfast, one Earl Grey.

"We have both. Probably not a single kind of tea that we don't have..."

[not_his_son]

"Class Act?"

Jason is intrigued. And probably about to make an off-colour comment about the woman behind the bar.

[baptizemyself]

Helena nods.

"I think Bar went with a teaching theme when she chose the specials."

[not_his_son]

Jay looks her up and down, one eyebrow quirking behind the mask.

"You're a teacher?"

[baptizemyself]

"I used to be."

Will be again, soon, hopefully. With a bit of luck Gotham will be so desperate for teachers they won''t ask too many questions about what she was doing during the NML.

"Why? I don't look like I could be a teacher?"

While she is talking she is taking in the mask and his outfit. She doesn't recognise him as a hero or a villain from her world. Doesn't mean he isn't of course.

[amazonofthe21st]

Rachel generally keeps her routines to the morning. Today, however, she had some extra creepy-crawly-restless energy to burn off, and as such, is coming out of the elevators to the garage sometime after Happy Hour has started.

She does a quick scan around the tables to make sure there's no one present who might whine about her morphing suit/workout outfit, and walks to the bar for a drink.

What she gets is a surprise bartender.

"Helena, right?" Rachel asks, smiling as she slides onto a stool.

She won't say the woman looks better but-- wow, she really looks better.

[baptizemyself]

Helena nods and smiles, recognising the young girl.

"Right. And you're Rachel?"

[amazonofthe21st]

"Yeah. Hey."

She wipes her forehead free of sweat with the back of her hand and glances at the specials. They get a smile but not much more - the tragedies of the underaged.

...are not very tragic, admittedly.

"Can I get a water? Oh- or Gatorade. Let's go with Gatorade."

[baptizemyself]

"Sure," she says and grabs a bottle of Gatorade from one of Milliways' many fridges.

"On me," she says, placing it on the bar on front of Rachel.