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?"

Comments

[awesome_lilly]

"When I'm not editing the paper or running the brothel, yeah."

Lilly shrugs, oblivious to the polite lack of ogling.

"It's not a regular gig, I picked up this shift from a friend. Are you new around here?"

She's pretty sure she'd know if she'd seen him before. The cowboy types tend to make an impression.

[call-me-shane.livejournal.com]

Perhaps this place isn't so far removed from where he's from after all, if there's a brothel in the bar. He leans against the bar, angled so that he can still keep an eye on the rest of the patrons as he chats with this young lady.
"Fairly. Only been out an about for a month or two, and I spend a good amount of time outside."

[awesome_lilly]

"Figures," Lilly mutters under her breath.

"I bet you like the stables, huh?"

[call-me-shane.livejournal.com]

The muttering earns a raised eyebrow, but he doesn't comment on it.
"My horse is kept there, and I do my share of the work. There doesn't seem to be many out there, since I've been around."

[awesome_lilly]

"Some of the people who used to work there... left."

And oh look, topic change!

"So, can I get you something to drink?"

[call-me-shane.livejournal.com]

"Whiskey, if you don't mind, miss." He requests, though his curiosity is caught more by those mysterious others. People don't just up and leave - there's a reason, there's always a reason.

[awesome_lilly]

"Whiskey's not a problem," Lilly replies cheerfully, reaching under the bar for a bottle.

"Do you want it neat, or on the rocks?"