Happy Hour

[awesome_lilly]

Indy and Veronica did Happy Hour together last week. Indy's heard about it ever since, from a deeply (if perhaps a bit theatrically) wounded Lilly. His protest of "but Princess, I've been asking ya to do Happy Hour for ages and you've always said it sounded like too much work" fell on deaf ears, but eventually he figured out how to make it up to her.

Lilly's getting her own Happy Hour. She's behind the bar, chalking up the specials list with a serious look on her face. There's not much that Lilly takes seriously, but alcohol is on the list.

That's why the specials are mostly shots.

Three Stages of Friendship
Virgin Whore
Sweet Flower

She smiles triumphantly up at the board celebrating a few of her favorite things. The liquor bottles are within easy reach. The shot glasses have been washed and lined up. Her skirt is shorter than her apron. This is as close to ready as it gets.

"What up, Milliways? Who wants a drink?"

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[the_lioness]

"I'll have you know that Jon and Thayet still haven't emerged from their apartments for longer than half an hour at a time."

Alanna sits down with a quick, easy smile. She looks very... healthy.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly beams at her.

"That's because my instructions covered a lot of ground. The manual only came with like, two suggestions."

She shakes her head sadly. What kind of unimaginative people write those things?

"You look great, by the way. Can I get you something to drink?"

[the_lioness]

"I know," she says, smiling slyly. "Curiosity overcame me, and I read them on the way to drop off the box. Number twelve was particularly inventive."

Blushing slightly, Alanna tugs on her lip as if she's trying not to smile quite so much.

"Fruit juice would be grand." A small cough. "I don't know about great, but I thank you all the same. The herbs have been helping."

[awesome_lilly]

"Fruit juice?"

Lilly sighs dramatically.

"Boring. But okay."

She pours a couple different juices into the glass in a vain attempt at livening it up.

"And... herbs? You're taking them on purpose?"

[the_lioness]

"Necessary."

Watching curiously as Lilly concocts the fruit version of V8, Alanna nods.

"I'm no good at suspense."

Another pause.

Idly, "Adam and I are apparently quite talented at making babies."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly drops the apple juice and her jaw simultaneously.




"... holy SHIT. Go go demon testicles!"

[the_lioness]

Years from now, when Alanna remembers these first few weeks and what people said, or how they acted, this will be what she remembers with the most ease.

Go, go demon testicles.

Yes, those words are now permanently burned into her brain.

Alanna turns bright red and bursts out laughing.

"Please, tell him that at the first available opportunity? Or perhaps send a greeting card. Either."

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh, no worries about that," Lilly says, starting to grin. "I mean, what every expectant father really wants is props to his supernatural sperm, right?"

A waitrat scurries over to start cleaning up the apple juice that she's completely forgotten about.

"Well, damn. Congratulations on your wide-open womb, too!"

[the_lioness]

The strangled sound is to be expected, really.

"Thank you," Alanna laughs. "I thought you were owed an explanation as to why I looked a little bit green at the feast. We found out the next morning."

Leaning over the bar, she deftly snags the juice cocktail.

"Tell me, is a wide-open womb a technical medical expression?"

[awesome_lilly]

"It should be."

Lilly sighs.

"Sadly, medical science hasn't yet caught up with how awesome my terminology is. Oh well."

Something a little bit worrying occurs to her.

"Uh. Have you thought of any names yet?"

[the_lioness]

"I was just wondering if I could expect to hear as much when I go see a doctor in London."

Although it might be worth paying a doctor extra just to see the look on Adam's face.

"Names?" She smiles, evilly. "Thom Sparkly Moon is my personal favorite."

[awesome_lilly]

SO worth it. Lilly'd chip in.

"Thom... Sparkly Moon."

Her straight face is admirable.

"It's perfect. Honoring your family, your hobbies, and naked asses all at the same time."

[the_lioness]

Alanna balls up a napkin and playfully tosses it at Lilly's head.

"I wasn't serious. About the sparkly moon bit, that is. Thom is a very real possibility. However, I promised to let Adam handle most of the naming."

Adam is no fool.

"Lots of good news going around recently, it seems." Head tilted, Alanna eyes Lilly. "Have you seen Lucy recently?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan is looking at Alanna.

Expectantly.

Intently.

Mordred, on the other hand, just burbles happily in his mother's lap.

[the_lioness]

Alanna feels her gaze and turns to look, her own eyes widening in surprise.

Morgan will know. How can she not?

Laughing uneasily, Alanna gives a small wave.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Congratulations in order?" the girl murmurs, making her glass of lemonade float along the counter as she moves to sit next to Alanna.

[the_lioness]

"Aye," Alanna replies softly, watching the glass for a moment before grinning. "I should have realized you would know immediately."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

An oddly shy smile.

"Healer."

She remembers feeling Mordred inside her, feeling him become alive.

She also remembers Adam thinking for one moment that he had fathered Mordred, and begins to giggle.

Quite, quite wickedly.

[the_lioness]

Dryly, "fat lot of good being a healer did me. I missed all the obvious signs."

Granted, she's treated war injuries the majority of her life.

Her eyes narrow suspiciously.

"Do tell."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Aye, but, never been pregnant before, have ye? Never been midwife either, I'll guess."

Morgan bites her bottom lip.

"Just...Adam. Do ye want to hold Mordred?"

The baby has been making grabby motions towards Alanna's hair.

[the_lioness]

"This is definitely a first," she admits. Smiling, she nods and holds her arms out for Mordred. Might as well practice while she can.

Stubbornly, "what about Adam?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan places the baby in Alanna's arms, and then curls up on the stool. Amazingly, she doesn't fall off.

"Um. Thought he'd fathered Mordred for a moment, until I started laughing at him. Just rememberin' the look of horror on his face."

[the_lioness]

Alanna's eyes widen with something approaching horror, and she looks down.

Sulkily, "oh."

Hmph. She huffs.

It's amazing how much more relaxed she is about holding a baby when she's thinking about something else.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"You did ask." Morgan points out after a long, awkward moment.

[the_lioness]

"Aye, so I did."

She deliberately keeps her eyes on the baby, distracting herself with the details, like his tiny nose and small eyelashes. Eventually, she smiles.

"He does like my hair, doesn't he?"