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milliways_bar2006-08-10 07:19 pm
awesome_lilly) wrote in milliways_bar2006-08-10 07:19 pm
Happy Hour
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
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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?"
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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Morgan bites her bottom lip.
"Just...Adam. Do ye want to hold Mordred?"
The baby has been making grabby motions towards Alanna's hair.
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Stubbornly, "what about Adam?"
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"Um. Thought he'd fathered Mordred for a moment, until I started laughing at him. Just rememberin' the look of horror on his face."
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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.
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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?"
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"He likes hair. Adores mine, tries to catch Barty's, but it's too short."
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Supporting Mordred with one arm, she trails a finger down his soft cheek and sighs.
Finally looking up, "how soon?"
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For a moment, Morgan just looks miserble.
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"I don't want you to go," she says, honestly. Anything else would just be trite.
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"Neither does Barty. But. I promised. And, I'll back at some point."
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Sliding off her stool, she starts to hand Mordred back to his mother. The familiarity of his weight might help.
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"And Urien's a good man, really. He'll take care of us. Be queen, you know."
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Well, better than many, at any rate. If her eyes stay clear. Alanna studies those gray eyes now, thoughtfully.
"We'll miss you. I thought for sure you'd be around to laugh at me when I get big and unwieldy. Suppose I'll have to rely on Adam for that."
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Yet. There is always a yet with Morgan. As strong as she is, those cracks in her psyche haven't gone away.
"Time flows differently. I might be. Older, but...I might. Might not. Next time, perhaps, if you have more."
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"Either way, I'll be happy to see you again."
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