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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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan gathers Mordred back into her arms, and his fist clutches at her dress (and hair). The girl kisses his head, and looks up at Alanna.

"And Urien's a good man, really. He'll take care of us. Be queen, you know."

[the_lioness]

"A good one, I warrant."

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."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan's eyes are clear. Dreamy, yes, but not to the point where reality is blurring.

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."

[the_lioness]

Alanna looks down, resting her hand over her stomach as if she's almost afraid to do so. She's clearly not entirely comfortable with all these new feelings and changes, but she's happy.

"Either way, I'll be happy to see you again."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Aye. I should...go, though. Before Mordred starts crying. Naptime. Um. If...I don't see Adam, can you tell him good-bye?"

[the_lioness]

"Of course." Alanna swallows, reaching for and squeezing Morgan's hand. "May the Goddess watch over you. Take care, Morgan."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She hugs Alanna, one-armed, and then is gone. Not vanished, just...flitted off, with her red silk dress and her black hair flowing behind her.