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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[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

His mouth twitches, and he turns around offering what may pass for an apologetic smile. It edges on a grin before he shrugs, and it fades fully without reaching his eyes. "Nothing at all new. Enjoying an extended vacation. Yourself?"

Mildly. "You look well."

This is a grievous shame.

[awesome_lilly]

"Thanks, I generally do," Lilly replies, oblivious to any undertones. "You're not looking so bad yourself. Nice suit."

She tops the drink off with tequila and slides it over to him, smirking a little.

"Try not to spill."

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

"Thank you."

"Never a drop." He accepts the glass, and takes a drink of it. "You should have added a cherry, or else people may have trouble believing it's really a virgin." Another drink, and he sets the glass back down on the counter.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly shrugs.

"Maybe, but you know. Virgins are so overrated. If they've never had sex before, what are the odds they're going to be mindblowing at it their first time, you know? I'm all for experienced good times over awkward innocence any day of the week."

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

"Tsk, tsk."

He compromises, removing the (gazelleskin) wallet from his trouser pocket, removing a fifty dollar bill that he creases sharply in half. "I wasn't talking about sex." He flicks the money down beside the shot glass, strokes his hand over Bar's polished surface, crooning, "Good night."

A pleasant smile for Lilly, "You too."

And he leaves.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly eyes his departure.

"That guy is so weird."

She shrugs.

"Good tipper, though."