Happy Hour

[luvs_yogurt]

 It's one of those mornings (afternoons? He's still not used to the way time works in Milliways.) that Michael Westen has forced himself to remember that while he can function fairly well with a relatively high blood alcohol level - it's sure as hell not a good idea. Rolling out of bed, pretending he's not acutely aware of how empty it is, he runs himself through another cold shower before heading downstairs for an Alka-Seltzer and aspirin.

He leans slightly against the bar in his jeans and plain white t-shirt, sunglasses on against that entirely-too-bright barroom lighting scheme, and mutters; "Alka-Seltzer in water, two aspirin, blueberry yogurt."

When he looks up a small sign has appeared beside his head, his order neatly arranged - on the other side of the bar. "You've got to be kidding me. I'm hung over and I have to go find out who wants me dead this time."

A small note, a real statement to the bar's occasionally cruel sense of humor, appears beside him: Your turn, Michael. You have nothing better to do while you sober up.

Michael frowns, she's right - but that doesn't mean he's looking forward to it, and then slides over the top of the bar and sets up his sign for the shift.

 

 

Half-Price You-Call-It
 
Yogurt (all flavors) on Mr. Westen's tab.

Bartender reserves the right to refuse service to anyone who makes loud noises or bright lights.

[ooc: Have a somewhat hungover Michael's first time tending. Active tagging next four hours, then slower until tonight. Open till I say so.]

[Open, but wrapping up threads. <3 You all are amazing.]

[tiny tags: Emma Swan, Mary Margaret Blanchard, Kate Kane]

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[notinthebook]

[Go on ahead and Millitime this to after the other threads, folks, with thanks from the management.]

Oh, great.

Okay, so she figured waiting out the day before giving into her admittedly somewhat masochistic desire to check out the bar might not have actually been enough time, but she really hadn't expected the first person she sees when she walks through the door to be the same as the last one she saw last night.

(Blurrily, and as she fled his room, but still.)

She's got, as she sees it, three choices:

A: go back through the door and hope he didn't see her;

B: find an out-of-the-way corner here and hope he manages to continue not seeing her, or, her least favorite,

C: act like an adult and go say hi to the guy.

Hooking her thumbs in her back pockets, she heads over, a little edgy and a whole lot uncomfortable, nods to the sign.

Yogurt. Of course.

"Trying to get everyone else hooked?"

Okay, it's not her best opener, but she's nervous. Gotta work with what you've got.

[luvs_yogurt]

He's surprised to see her, but doesn't let it show behind the amber lenses. A small smile curving his lips, he downs his Alka-Seltzer and aspirin before she sits down.

"What can I say, it's sort of my thing."

There aren't many things he can say to her right away, aside from the obvious... but there's no sense in covering what's clear. Neither one of them is actually fully capable of functioning as an emotional human being without putting something at risk.

"What'll be, Emma?"

[notinthebook]

It's really not fair that a simple white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans can look as good as they do, but there are plenty of things in life that aren't fair, and hell, she's just glad he's talking to her.

"Coffee," she says, settling into a seat and leaning onto the bar. Her mouth twitches into a smile.

"And a strawberry yogurt."

Sunglasses. Those would have been a good idea earlier today, but at least she's had the whole day to sober up, and now she's just feeling a little tired, not like she'd been bulldozed with a pillow.

"Trying out career options?"

[luvs_yogurt]

He could say much the same, and he's already considering a way to make it up to her - of course, in his head it's his fault for pushing things.

"Funny, I pegged you more for cherry... or chocolate mousse." He dips below the bar only a moment, fetching a conveniently ready cup of yogurt and a large box of plastic picnic spoons (at least the bar'd had the decency to have things ready). Setting it down in front of her, he takes the liberty of opening the lid and pressing the spoon into her hand.

"The bar seems to think it's a good way to spend some time sobering up before I head back."

[puckishly]

Did somebody say loud noises and bright lights??

Flash!!!



BANG!



PUCK'S WORK HERE IS DONE.

(There may linger on the air a silvery echo of giggles.

But the fairy is well gone by the time the lights fade.)

[luvs_yogurt]

The typically unflappable Westen winces against the pretty bright lights and loud bang.

"Did anyone get the licence plate on that truck??"

[the_fairest]

If Mary Margaret looks surprised to find herself in The Bar when she opens the Teacher's Lounge, it's because she really is. It's been a long day, because it was a long night in the end. With the hospital, then Dr. Hopper, then Emma. But it's only the last of these that sticks when she sees who's behind the bar.

She might have passed really. It's not her place really. But. She rather does love yogurt, all things considered.





"Do you do complicated requests?"

[luvs_yogurt]

The corners of Michael's lips twitch slightly into a bare smile when he sees the familiar face at the bar.

"Sure thing, I've made my fair share. What'll it be?"

[the_fairest]

"Cherry cheesecake yogurt, a small bowl of hot fudge, and a shaker of cinnamon." She takes her quiet, personal, sweet indulgences rather seriously, even if she looks a little anxious to be making the long list.

[luvs_yogurt]

He uneasy smile spreads into a nearly cheshire grin.

"I can make that happen."

He taps the bar and then heads back toward the kitchen, returning several minutes later with a dish large enough to allow room containing soft pink yogurt with sliced cherries and a ramekin of near-liquid chocolate.

"And your favorite..." he dips below the bar again, finding an old but clearly used shaker of ground cinnamon. "Chocolate on top or drizzled in?"

[not_his_pa]

The bruise on William's face has completely healed and he's feeling happier now that his father's back and he's had a chance go home.

When he sees Michael behind the counter he smiles as he takes Horus out of his pocket so he can explore, "I haven't really tried that much yogurt but I could I get one, some coffee and some cream for Horus."

[luvs_yogurt]

He remembers the pair well, even in his less than graceful state.

"You got it, William - my choice or did you have something special in mind?"

It's been a little while and he can't help but look the young guy over, he's looking better, that's for sure.

[not_his_pa]

"No, you choose," William's feeling better, his life isn't full of waiting now he can do things.

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael nods and dips below the bar to fetch a cup of french vanilla and a carton of half and half.

"Perfect for the first timer," he smiles, opening the lid before setting it in front of the younger man with a plastic picnic spoon.

"And... I haven't forgotten about you, either..." his fingers managed to find the underside of the cat's chin even as he finds a high rimmed plate mixed in with other bits to serve his cream in. "You guys look good."

He's had better days, and far worse. Small cuts and bruises are still apparent on his exposed skin from taking a tumble down a big hill the day before - and when turns around a two-pronged burn in pretty obvious above the collar of his t-shirt.

[to_serve]

Kate notes the cat and can't help a smile. She carefully places her guitar on the bar top to enjoy her pint of beer. She also notes the boys words and his dress, deciding he might from a different, earlier?, time.

"You ever heard of a smoothy? Best use of yogurt yet."

[not_his_pa]

He looks over at her and nods, "No, ma'am, that anythin' like a milkshake?"

[to_serve]

"Got it in one," the pale redhead replies. "Though smoothies tend to be more healthy and less desert."

[ex_doeswhatsright679]

Clark eyes the board for a minute then settles down (quietly) on a stool. When he can catch the bartender's attention:

"Can I get an iced tea and a blueberry yogurt?"

Why not. At least he can tell his mom he's eating healthy with a straight face.

[luvs_yogurt]

A little lost in his own thoughts, or perhaps just nursing the headache - it's hard to tell the difference anymore - Michael turns to him with a minimal smile.

"You got it, you want sweet tea or straight up?"

He dips below the bar again to retrieve the cup, his personal favorite flavor.

[ex_doeswhatsright679]

"Unsweetened, if you have that." Clark likes to add his own sugar, thank you very much. And the pre-sweetened stuff doesn't taste all that good.

"And an extra slice of lemon?"

[to_serve]

"It," a pale redhead with a guitar quips as she takes a seat.

{OOC-If it's too late for true Happy Hour that's fine. This is more to claim a reason for tagging in. =}

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael looks up from his partially eaten yogurt, lifting a brow over the frame of his sunglasses.

"You got it, anything special or do I get to guess?"

[ooc: Never too late! Nice to meet ya!]

[hey35andholding]

Clementine's sporting huge hilights, a tiger-printed teeshirt, and tight red jeans, her arm draped around a tall young man in a possessive way.

She eyes the specials. The old guy behind the bar. And then turns toward Sam.

"So...your dad's old friends are into yogurt?" That's unique!

[hoochedseal]

"Yeah, that's good. and I dunno because it's healthy?"

[luvs_yogurt]

His fingers have barely pulled away from the key Michael was sliding across the bar to a cute blonde he was seen with the night before when he recognizes the pair of teenagers. After a quick exchange, he waits for Emma to head upstairs before turning his attention to the teens at the bar.

"Hey, school must be out." He teased; approaching them. "What'll it be today, guys?"