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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[last-king.livejournal.com]

Tirian beams.

"I have."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's pouring several different kinds of booze into the oversized shotglasses. The end result is... rather disturbingly emerald-colored.

"Then let's have a toast to Caspian and Lucy of Narnia, a country as green as this drink!"

It makes perfect sense to her.

[last-king.livejournal.com]

Tirian looks...faintly alarmed as he watches Lilly combine the different types of alcohol.

He lifts one of the shotglasses into the light, eyeing it dubiously.

"...A toast to Caspian and Lucy?"

His tone is that of a man resigning himself to his fate.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is fairly familiar with this tone, as it happens.

"To Caspian and Lucy!"

She clinks his glass, downs the shot and then glances over expectantly at Tirian.

[last-king.livejournal.com]

Tirian sits there holding his for another moment, with a wry half-smile, and then downs it.

Now, on the one hand, Tirian is a king, and feasts with copious amounts of wine used to be fairly common for him.

On the other hand, there wasn't usually any liquor harder than wine, and Aslan only knows what's in the shotglass. Or possibly Lilly. Tirian certainly doesn't.

He manages not to choke or cough, but his eyes do widen a bit as he swallows.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly looks impressed at the lack of choking and coughing. Tirian may have just gotten a few points there.

"Good, huh? I probably won't serve it at the bachelor party, though. The hallucinations won't be necessary to keep us entertained."

[last-king.livejournal.com]

Tirian sets the shotglass down, looks up at Lilly, and then tilts his head curiously.

"Bachelor party?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Bachelor party," Lilly echoes, grinning.

"Since I'm the only titled Narnian in the bar who's not actually a King or Queen, I feel it's my job to throw a royally awesome bachelor party for Caspian. Wanna help me plan it?"

[last-king.livejournal.com]

Tirian's look says ...I have BEEN to one of your parties, my lady.

Tirian's mouth says, "Dare I ask what particular kinds of...festivities this party might include?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Of course you may," Lilly replies graciously.

"But I'm only going to tell you about the bits that won't send you running off screaming. I already know allll about Narnian guys and their wussiness around parties."

[last-king.livejournal.com]

"Ah, but I'll still know those other bits exist, now," Tirian points out. "So how effective will the omission be?"

[awesome_lilly]

"But now you also know that if you run away screaming, Caspian will have to face unknown dangers all by himself," Lilly counters.

"And isn't that kinda frowned on by Narnian code of honor or whatever?"

[last-king.livejournal.com]

Tirian opens his mouth.

And then shuts it.

Either because he can't muster an objection to that, or because courtesy forbids whatever he might have to say.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly, of course, considers that she has triumphed over Tirian with her highly individualized logic and grins triumphantly at him.

"I promise, it won't be that bad. There's a high probability that you'll actually even have fun."

[last-king.livejournal.com]

Tirian still looks somewhat dubious, but smiles wryly.

"Well. There will be alcohol, at least?"

This is Tirian assuming he can safely drink himself into a protective stupor and the other Narnians will keep him from anything he'd regret when sober.

Let's let him go on thinking that for now, yes?

[awesome_lilly]

"Duh."

Lilly rolls her eyes.

"You've been to a party before, right? Of course there's going to be booze. I'm even making special bachelor punch!"

So, that's a yes on protective stupor, and a no comment on regrettable behavior.

[last-king.livejournal.com]

"...What's going to be special about it?"

Aaaand we're back to suspicious eyeing.

[awesome_lilly]

"How tasty it is," Lilly replies, smiling innocently at him.

"I just like making the bachelor punch extra yummy."

And extra knock-you-on-your-ass-deadly, but somehow that bit doesn't get mentioned.