Happy Hour

[not_his_pa]

William's spent most of today dealing with part of the fence that won't seem to hold and he's tired and worn out when he gets the napkin from Bar. He stares at it for a long while before nodding as he remembers the conversation with Tower. Once he's behind the Bar, he sets his hat down, pulls off his gloves and coat and picks up the cocktail book,

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[iamso_awesome]

Apollo eyes the specials board for a good few moments before he says anything.
"I'm not sure I remember all of what I did for fun at that time," he says. "Besides, half of it probably wouldn't apply anymore and I really don't think 'sex' is the answer you're looking for." Nor is it something he can really recommend, knowing what he knows about William's girlfriend... buuuut that's another story.
"That said, I think I gotta get some perspective here. Who's saying you act too old?"

[not_his_pa]

William blushes at the mention of sex and who's saying it, Thalia's Thalia,

"A man who says he's actually a tarot card named Tower and Katya, but she says it differently. She says I worry too much."

[iamso_awesome]

It's more that Thalia being in a position where she couldn't take Apollo's sister's offer might really screw things up regarding certain prophecies. And she's a good kid, in her way; she doesn't deserve to have that to contend with on top of everything else.
But anyway.
"Hmm. Not going to argue with him, around here he probably is who he says he is. I'm just trying to figure out whose standards of 'young' he's working with."

[not_his_pa]

She and William aren't anywhere near that being part of their relationship and with how the Bar is timewise might never get there,

"I don't know. I think it was instead of how other boys my age act."

[areyoumyjolly]

Tamara is by the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket.

Getting inside from the lake was sheer hell, due to snow and cold; getting back out there feels impossible.

She'll just have to stay here until spring comes, or somebody has a better idea.

When she hears William's voice talking to his other customer, she gets up and wanders over to the bar, barefoot, wearing a thin silk dress, and trailing her blanket.

[not_his_pa]

William spots her and takes a drink of his coffee as he tries to figure out what to do.

He's working behind the Bar so that means he can't ignore her, but with the counter between them, he can't do anything too stupid.

[areyoumyjolly]

She drops her blanket over a bar stool and leans on the bar counter, then smiles into his eyes.

Her neckline is rather low.

[not_his_pa]

He shouldn't look into her eyes as that causes trouble or down there, so he manages to focus on her shoulder,

"What can I get you?"

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius is seventeen-years-old and he's drawing a bit of a blank.

"Uhm."

An answer might come to him in a moment?

[not_his_pa]

"I probably shouldn't have bothered puttin' it up. What can I get you?"

He's feeling foolish for writing it up there.

[alsoagreengrass]

"No, it's - I can't think of what I do, that's all," Scorpius says with a bit of a shrug as he eases himself into a spot at the counter.

"I'll have a butterbeer. You'll find a bottle behind there, somewhere."

[not_his_pa]

"Well, you go flyin', that always looks fun but I can't do that,"

The butterbeer's easy to find and he searches for a glass to put it in.

[seat_five_girl]

"Tea please, William-san."

[not_his_pa]

"What kind, Ako and how are you doin'?"

[seat_five_girl]

"Black, I guess? And staying in mostly. It's too cold to go out for much fun."

Cold and wet, so the cold goes in further.

[not_his_pa]

"No, but sometimes you still have to go out," He gets her a little pot of tea.

[katyafeline]

"Hunted vampire." Katya replies, to the assumed question, as she settles comfortably on one of the bar stools.

[not_his_pa]

He pours her a glass of vodka, "That sounds excitin' and dangerous."

[katyafeline]

She shrugs, examining her nails.

"Depends on the vampire. And who the bait is. And who's tracking." Now, when Anton is tracking?

It isn't fun at all. The man can't hold his blood in the least.

[not_his_pa]

"Was it somethin' you did all the time or just when there was a need?"

The other parts of it sound like something between hunting for food and when posses go after outlaws.