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milliways_bar2005-06-13 09:28 pm
henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com) wrote in milliways_bar2005-06-13 09:28 pm
Late Happy Hour
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:
LATE HAPPY HOUR!
Cocktail Specials
~ Barrier Breaker
~ Cry Baby Blues
~ Fragile Baby
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]
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:
LATE HAPPY HOUR!
Cocktail Specials
~ Barrier Breaker
~ Cry Baby Blues
~ Fragile Baby
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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"I love a man who's so easy to please."
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[ooc: and mun must toddle to bed soon and so begs wrap or slowtime.]
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Mike grins and then moves down to the end of the bar.
[ooc: sweet dreams. will catch up with you next time.]