Happy Hour

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart had just wanted a bowl of dog food for Franz; but when he approaches the bar tonight, he gets the familiar yellow napkin.

Well.

There are worse things.-

Dog Themed Happy Hour

Dog House Dew
Dog Biscuit
Fluffy Dog
Prairie Dog

Then, he stands behind the bar and waits for customers. Franz the dog settles down underneath a bar stool.

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[weplayparts]

"I'm sensing a theme here," she replies, approaching the bar with a knowing look.

(She can also sense the dog without even needing to look to confirm its presence; in fact, she caught its scent even before she came downstairs, a fact that's still all kinds of unnerving.)

[weplayparts]

"Would you?"

She studies him for a beat, drawing her lower lip in underneath white, almost sharp-looking teeth.

"Tempting."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart leans over the bar, very close, for her to study him even better, looking at her teeth, her lips.

"Very tempting," he purrs.

[weplayparts]

"But I suppose it would have to wait until you're finished up here," she reminds him, eyes glancing up into his.

"Patience is a virtue, after all."

[scots_wolf]

"Since when do we do virtues?" Urquhart says. "But yes, expediency dictates I should stay here while I am supposed to, serve drinks, and not hide behind the bar with you while custom is slow."

[weplayparts]

"I'm willing to wait," she replies, not even trying to hide her grin at this point.

"Good things come to those who do."

[scots_wolf]

"And you know what kind of good things await you," Urquhart smirks.

[weplayparts]

"A very small inkling of an idea," Saffron teases.

[scots_wolf]

"Well, the inkling may be small..." Urquhart grins.

[weplayparts]

That earns him a laugh, surprised and light and lilting.

"I've seen the hard evidence for myself," she says, still chuckling.

[scots_wolf]

"I hope the evidence was hard enough for your standards," Urquhart says. "I do aim to provide really solid proof."

[weplayparts]

"Consider your aim true," she replies, reaching to take a sip of her drink.

[scots_wolf]

After she swallowed, Urquhart leans over to kiss her again. "Seems they don't pay me for nothing," he says. "I know how to aim and hit my mark so it stays hit."

Beat.

"At least for a bit."

[weplayparts]

"I think this is one of those times where you'll have to hit it a little longer than that."

She takes another sip of the drink, enjoying the slight fizz on her tongue.

[scots_wolf]

"Hit it over and over and over and over," Urquhart says, "until it's well and truly hit."

He smirks.

[weplayparts]

"Mmmhmm," she wordlessly agrees, her lips still attached to the side of the glass until she lowers it, swallows, exhales softly.

"For starters."