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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[owendavies.livejournal.com]

"I do not drink liquor, and neither does my son. It is not proper."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly blinks.

"Uh. Okay. Not proper to drink liquor, huh? You do realize you're in a bar, right? Aka, a place people come to hang out and drink improper amounts of liquor and have what you would probably consider improper amounts of fun."

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

"It is a gathering place, where people meet who could not otherwise speak to each other," Owen answers tightly.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is betting Owen does a lot of things tightly.

"Yes. And some of them talk to each other over drinks, with actual alcohol in them, and the universe doesn't end because of it. Well, unless you're drinking in front of the observation window."

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

"I do not hold with that," Owen says, but his voice is less firm than before. Accepting the tray Lilly hands him, he says, "Thank you for the tea; it looks very good."

In a further concession, he says, "I am sorry, I have not introduced myself. My name is Owen Davies."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly blinks.

"Wait, any relation to Bran Davies?"

Because if he is... well. Certain things just got a lot clearer.

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

Owen sets the tray down and raises his head. "Bran is my son. Do you know him?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Yeah, we've met a few times," Lilly replies.

"I mean, I wouldn't say we're BFF but we were both on Team Die Blodwen Die together, so there's been some bonding."

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

Owen does not ask further about Bran and Lilly's friendship. Instead, tense with some combination of unpleasant memories and a kind of pride in his son, Owen says, "Bran did not kill her."

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh, I know," Lilly says. "That's just the name I gave all of us who were like, 'back off bitch' in her general direction."

She shrugs.

"Bran's not a killer, but he was definitely working to stop her. A lot of us were, in various ways."

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

The set of Owen's neck and chin relaxes. "You were one of them, were you? I have not caught your name."

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh, oops."

Lilly puts down her bar towel and grins at him.

"Lilly Kane, DeadNeptuneCaliforniaEarth2005. Nice to meet you, Bran's dad."

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

Owen smiles vaguely at Lilly and offers her his hand. He shakes awkwardly.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly shakes hands somewhat less awkwardly, but isn't quite sure what to say afterwards.

"So, you guys are from Wales, right? Lots of... sheep, huh?"

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

"Sheep, yes, and sheepdogs for them, too," Owen replies in his precise lilting baritone. "It is mainly a sheep farm, Clwyd Farm where we live. There is always work to be done."

[awesome_lilly]

"Right, good honest farming-type work."

Mentally, Lilly is going 'ew, sheepshit.'

"So that's gotta be good times. Uh. And then, you give them crewcuts, right? And make stuff from the wool? Knit sweaters and all?"

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

"There is shearing in spring, yes. We sell the wool to be spun into yarn, and the women buy it back for knitting. Always knitting, is Jen Evans."

Will's aunt Jen was taught to knit by one Blodwen Rowlands.

[awesome_lilly]

"Knitting. Also, um, fun."

Lilly's luckily not too aware of the knitting-Blodwen links.

"God, no offense, but you seriously like... tend sheep and knit and are against drinking?"

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

Lilly has just taken the name of God in vain. Owen's lips tighten further. "Yes. And chapel three times a week."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly sometimes takes the name of God in vain all night long. Hopefully that won't come up.

"Three times a week? Wow. That's, um. Really holy. Are you a priest?"

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

Owen Davies, aged forty-two, has never known a woman. It might be better if Lilly never, ever mentions particular blasphemous activities before him.

"I am a deacon, that is a kind of lay leader. Methodists do not have priests."