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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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly blinks at him.

"Uh, okay, third stage of friendship is actual rum 151, but that could lead to betrayal. Mostly it just leads to nudity and friction though."

She decides against adding alcohol to anger, and starts making a milkshake.

"You like chocolate?"

It's a rhetorical question.

[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

He doesn't want to know how she would know it tends to lead to nudity and friction. Hopefully the internet or something.

"Chocolate's fine."

But of course, it always is.

[awesome_lilly]

Yes. Lilly only knows about nudity and friction from the internet. Uh... look over there, quick!

She hits the blender, making it impossible to speak for a minute.

"Okay, double chocolate shake with whipped cream and crumbled oreos. There you go."

[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

He'd crack a smile for her if he had it in him. A milkshake like that tastes like heaven after the past two weeks. He practically inhales the drink, half of it gone before he takes a moment to breath again.

"Thanks, uh...Lilly?" He knows they've met before. She's...a tad hard to forget. But his mind is elsewhere and his memory has always been poor.

[awesome_lilly]

"That's me," Lilly replies cheerfully.

"And you're Ichigo, right? Redhead, rafter sitter, Death God?"

He's fairly memorable as well, after all.