Late Happy Hour

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

The roster had them scheduled for a later evening shift this week, and the two likely lads were only too happy to switch around and serve a whole different crowd of punters.

Hurricane glasses clink together as Indy empties the washer and refills the shelves beneath the bar. Then he sets about topping up the ice box. Mike sits on a stool, over-seeing the preparations and lazily slicing a banana into the blender for a new smoothie concoction. Such is the division of labor since Indy had upset Mel last week, and, though the role-reversal may look strange, Indy doesn't begrudge it. In fact he seems more animated than ever, if that's even possible.

"Looks like Bar has suggestions for the theme tonight," he says, pointing out a napkin as it materializes on the counter near Mike. There are notes written in a feminine, curving script, and Mike reads them, shrugs and marks up the specials according to the message:

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LATE HAPPY HOUR!

Cocktail Specials

~ Barrier Breaker
~ Cry Baby Blues
~ Fragile Baby

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Indy gives the board a curious look-over once the ex-turtle has chalked enough amusing doodles around the words. "Mike...?" The artist steps back to admire his work, cocking his head. "What... too many swirlies?"

Indy repeats himself, his gaze still fixed on the board. "Mike..."

The younger man looks again, absorbing the information between his sketches. And eventually, after what seems like an eternity, the goofy grin drops away. He turns slowly and for a few moments the two guys just stare at each other. Then, in unison, the incredulous questions come blurting out from each of them:

"Mel's not...? Is she?"
"Indy, you knocked Delia up?"

They both shake their heads vehemently, but there's uncertainty behind their resolute denials:

"No!"
"Nuh uh!"

Shiftily eying each other, they move to opposite ends of the bar and await orders.

"What'll it be folks? Two tenders, no waiting."

[Summary: Full summary in Back Room]

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[gris_bug_man]

"A scotch on the rocks, please," Grissom requests with a smile.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Comin' right up," is the charming reply from bartender number one. "Single malt or blended?"

[mad-martin.livejournal.com]

Martin sits down at the bar, his straight jacket unbuckled, thanks to Crowley, and several large stacks of pound notes piled in front of him.

[mnt_mike]

Instantaneously Mike thinks this man is an escape artist. Mike loves escape artists.

"Woooooow. Rough night?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's a quiet young woman approaching the bar.

Wait. That doesn't look right.

"Please..." her voice wavers unsteadily. What she wouldn't give for a vicodin or something.
"I know this isn't the stationary store. But is there a phone?" Then someone can ring for an ambulance, and everything will be alright. Somehow.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy cocks his head at Ace. "Hun... this is Milliways. No phones."

He subtly beckons Mike over, sensing something is not right. "Are you ok?"

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

At least alcohol is always a blessing. "Brandy, if you will," he sighs, speaking for a moment around the stem of his pipe. He notes that his name has in fact been added quite neatly to the tab list. How agonizingly lovely.

[mnt_mike]

"Sugared rim? Or Salt?"

He seems like he might be serious. Maybe. Oh hell if I know.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly wanders up, grins at Indy.

"What up, sai?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Hey, princess!" he says as he slides himself down the bar to her. "What can I get you?"

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack sits at the bar, beaming at the mention of babies.

[mnt_mike]

"Well hello there stranger! What's up?!"

[once_a_queen]

*Susan tentatively walks over to the bar. She hasn't met any of the bar staff before.*

Hello. I'd like a vodka gimlet, please.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

She gets a charming smile and a barman only too happy to be of service. In the form of Indy. "Ah, a non-traditionalist," he observes as he plucks a bottle of Cristall from one shelf and a bottle of Rose's lime juice from another. "I prefer the gin version myself."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim glides up on his board.*

So, Who's pregnant boys? oh, and a triple brewed tea.

[mnt_mike]

Mike gestures for Tim to come closer. It's sort of stealthy, and unobtrusive, which is how Tim might know that he's not being pranked.

"Tim? I think there might be something wrong with Ace."

[obligatoryass]

Logan pops by, needing some more alcohol after his tense conversation with Lilly. It's been awhile since his beer, so he thinks he can risk ordering liquor, especially after the massive quantity of chili cheese fries he's consumed.

He smiles at the bartender in his most charming fashion. "Whiskey and soda, please, barkeep."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy eyes the lad. "Mikey! Are we checking ID's tonight?"

[creator_raven]

May I have a whiskey, neat?

[mnt_mike]

"Sure can."

Comes a voice from somewhere. A second later a coaster flies through the air and lands neatly in front of the customer.

A minute or so passes before Mike appears with the glass.

"And for my next trick."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander walks up to the Bar, fixing Mike with an exaggerated look of non-recognition.

"Hey, stranger!" he says. "Do I know you?"

He grins.

[mnt_mike]

"God I hope so, I'm wearing your underwear."

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

Stephanie glances over at the bar. Well, she'll never know if she doesn't try. And she's sure she totally looks older than her sixteen years, anyway, especially in the Robin armour, and she hasn't met anyone she knows yet, so it might work.

"Can I have a vodka and orange? Please?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy's been haplessly serving the under-aged folks all night, whereas MIke has been surprisingly vigilant. So, as luck would have it, Stephanie is greeted by the charming older bartender. The charming older bartender who doesn't think twice about an ID check, and completely falls for her mature super heroine looks.

"Sure you can. If I can have a name?" He already has the vodka bottle and glass as he slips down the counter to serve her.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[someone puts their elbows on the bar and smiles]

Evening, Indy.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy grins back and muscles Mike out of the way to get down the bar to mimic her posture on the opposite side of the counter. "Well, hey there. What's a pretty lady like you doing frequenting a dive like this?"

[transgenic-ass.livejournal.com]

Alec pulls up a stool at the bar and sits. Happy to see a bartender around this time, he calls: "Bartender, how's the Barrier Breaker?"

[mnt_mike]

"So good you can't tell your parents. Why? Interested?"