Happy Hour

[flickedmethevs]

This place.

Every time it shows up, Ray feels a bit nervous. Last time it were dreams. Before that, he got turned into a bird. It's no wonder, then, that he looks suspicious when he approaches the bar

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[flickedmethevs]

"Bloody hell. What are you supposed t' be?"

Right. Bartender. Not that she's making much sense.

"What sort, then?"

[flickedmethevs]

"I believe tha'."

Blimey, what's the place coming to? She'd be a bit tasty if she did something with herself.

He sighs, utterly put upon, and starts nosing about for an ice box. "All right, keep your knickers on."

Bloody bar. It'll be easy my arse.

[not_his_pa]

William is tired and glad to see the Bar and heads to the counter to get some coffee.

When he sees the specials' board, he swallows and tries to figure out what's worth asking for, "Sir, could I get some coffee with whiskey in it?"

[flickedmethevs]

Oh. It's the lad with the head trauma. Well -- being fair and all, Ray supposes he actually is some sort of cowboy.

"Coffee?"

Bollocks.

"Yeah, all right. Start with th' whiskey?" Might take a while for him to locate the percolator.

[not_his_pa]

"That's fine, sir," He remembers Ray, he seemed determined to not believe that Milliways worked how it did.

[flickedmethevs]

Being turned into a bird has a way of changing a bloke's mind.

He manages to flip the almanac shut in the most put out way possible, and fills a glass with whiskey. "Been out rustling cattle?"

[fast_thrower]

Owen just stares at the sign.

"Eh..." He shrugs. "Been called worse.

Appletini on the rocks, cognac on the side."

[flickedmethevs]

...The bloody hell?

"Apple wha'? Listen, mate, this isn't tha' sort of pub, long as I'm workin' it."

[fast_thrower]

"...let's go with the scotch then."

Geez gramps, not getting enough fiber?

[flickedmethevs]

"Good choice."

Gramps?! Good job he didn't say that out loud, or he'd be scraping his face off the bottom of Ray's shoe. Poof.

"Have a go at that," he says, sliding the glass of scotch over. "It'll put hair on your chest."

He could probably use some.

[protecthefuture]

Its probably someone that he hasn't seen in a while. No... its definitely someone he hasn't seen in a while. She's been around though so that's saying something. Moving up to the bar she takes a seat and turns in the chair a little so her back is against the bar.

"Why don't you surprise me, handsome."

[flickedmethevs]

She's a bit of all right. Definitely a sight for sore eyes.

"Can do plenty of that, luv," he grins, giving her an up-and-down. He appreciates what he sees. "All right?"

[protecthefuture]

Its obvious that she likes what she sees then again with the times that he's been in, rare that they are, she normally lets him know it. He's not the only one who likes to leer or give a person the once over.

"Then what'll it be?"

He's not close enough yet. Not for what she plans to do.

[flickedmethevs]

Ho ho. See as Ray's eyebrows touch his hairline.

"A little of what I served up las' time, maybe?" He's sliding closer, but as he does he frowns. "Bloody bar coerced me into tendin' tonight, until she wakes up or somethin'. How long y' here for?"

[mickandbono]

Jamie then walks to the bar and then snorts.

"Just because you like that doesn't mean you're not a twat."

[flickedmethevs]

"On the contrary, mate."

He narrows his eyes, plucking a lit cig from between his lips. "I know one when I see one."

[mickandbono]

"Really, what is the marks of a twat?"

Jamie has something in mind and a slight blush, and a smirk hiding in his eyes.