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Wes is rather pleased today. His hair is less obnoxious (tinted green, with reddish streaks), he's got a girlfriend, and ... that's it, but it's more than enough to be pleased about.

Okay, his door's still not there, but it's never a good idea to dwell on details.

Specials
Laser Beam
Crazy Maker
Vanilla Coke

He is attentive! He will actually serve you without having to be poked!

How about that.

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So...after a certain OOM is posted, which will be soon, the mun swears it, there's an Inyri walking through the door looking...quite unhappy.

A lot less happy than Wes looks that is.

She comes to sit right in front of him, frowning. "When do you get off your shift?"

"Uh..." Wes looks round for a moment -- there's a clock somewhere behind the Bar -- then looks back at Inyri with mild concern. "Couple hours, I guess. Why?"

She realises she probably shouldn't go so I can sex you up, down here in the bar. Pity.

"Because. I'm very upset and I need you to make me feel better." She looks a bit odd then. "No matter how corny that sounds."

She should have just gone with the first phrase.

Wes grins slightly, amused, and leans on the Bar.

"You can be corny -- I'll just laugh. Did something happen? I'll get you a drink," he adds helpfully, "what d'you want?"

"Something very alcoholic, you can suprise me." She says sullenly. "I went back home to get more clothes. And stuff. And I stopped off at some bar near HQ. Shalla was there. With some guy. And she...it's stupid. I'm not jealous of her." She shouldn't be at least. "But she did it on purpose, like...to get back at me. It hurt, I guess."

She headbars. "Though I'd not let her know that. She just knows I'm angry."

Wes makes her one of the specials, a Laser Beam with at least as much alcohol as orange juice. He puts it on the Bar in front of her, frowning thoughtfully.

"If you weren't jealous at all, it probably wouldn't hurt," he points out. "But I can make you feel better later. 'Til then, I can get you drunk, which might have more or less the same effect anyway."

"I'm not jealous." She mutters. "Why would I be?"

She sips at the drink before taking a large gulp. "It's just...I never wanted her to be angry at me. And now she's just...rubbing things in my face. I'm...babbling."

She busies herself with more drinking.

Wisely, Wes doesn't answer that first part; he just wipes down the Bar in front of him.

"You can babble," he says with a rueful smile. "Things with you and Shalla'll get better later. You're just both upset just now."

He does not add that it's his fault. Possibly this goes without saying.

He doesn't have to add that it's his fault, but Inyri wouldn't say it either. It's always been blatantly obvious, to everyone, even herself, that she'd drop everything and come back to him if he wanted it.

It happened.

She reaches out and touches his hand where he wipes down the Bar. "Thanks. For dealing with your incredible babbling girlfriend." There's a hint of a smile there. He's done a good job so far.

"Ah--" His smile turns slightly lopsided, and he shrugs. "No problem. 's what I'm here for. Well, and to serve drinks, but that's a secondary concern."

She smiles back. "So. Now I feel like I've run out of things to lament about...how are you?"

"Sure? You can lament more if you like. But I'm ... really good," he decides. "I'll be even better when my hair's totally normal again."

Beat.

"...normal for me."

She takes the time to look at his hair and and smirk. Nicely. If you can do that. "It does look...intresting...er. More interesting than usual. Uhm."

Wes sighs at her smirk. "Thank you, yes. I'll take that as some weird kind of compliment."

"Don't worry, if I don't concentrate on your hair, I still like you." She grins around her drink.

"Well, try not to do that."

With a grin, he brushes his hair away from his forehead and holds it with both hands, attempting to cover it up.

"There. Easier?"

"Now all can see is your forehead. And it's a bit weird...I've never really focused that much on your forehead." She tilts her head. "Huh."

Wes stares at her for a moment, then lowers his hands, letting his hair fall back into place.

(After half a second, he lifts a hand again to flatten it quickly.)

"What's wrong with my forehead?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all. S'just you're hair is usually covering it. I mean, I look a bit odd without a fringe. See?"

She pulls her fringe back and grins. "Hmm?"

He tilts his head to study her, then grins and says, "Well, that's true. Just a bit odd."

She flattens it back down and leans against her hand on the bar. "See? Foreheads are just weird."

"I hope we can overcome this," he says solemnly. "Otherwise it could be a setback in our relationship."

"I can get over it if you can." She grins, glancing around before crooking her finger in a 'come here' motion.

"I think I can manage."

He mimics her glance around, then leans across the Bar with interest.

She tucks her hand into his shirt and leans up and kisses him soundly.

There's managing for you.

Wes braces himself on the Bar with one arm and lifts the other to touch her cheek.

He pulls back after a moment, though, and smiles ruefully. "'m on duty."

"I know." She smiles. "S'just incentive."

He grins lopsidedly at her. "Don't really need more incentive, trust me."

She tucks hair behind her ear and sips at her drink. S'good to know."

He nods and adds, "Not that it's not unwelcome. I mean, feel free to give me more incentive any time. If I'm not trying to make a drink, cause I prefer my pants without spills on them."

"S'hard to reach you from here if you're making a drink." Inyri points out with a grin, sipping at her drink again. "I mean...unless I jumped the Bar."

"Please don't do that," with a laugh. "I'm sure you can be patient and wait. Right?"

"I can be patient." She smirks, leaning forward slightly. "But you...you're going to be stuck here for a few hours. While I'm definitely going upstairs soon."

Wes tilts his head slightly. "By yourself, huh? While I'm stuck down here tending bar?"

"I'm very capable by myself." She says, smirking still, almost evilly. She stands up and hops to sit on the bar, reaching to push her fingers through his hair. "What happens if you take a break? I mean...bartenders have to use the bathroom or something, at some point right?"

That's a pretty interesting mental image. Wes tries not to let it distract him too much, but he does lean into her, just slightly.

"--yeah, I mean ... a 'fresher break?" He glances at her cynically. "That's, what, three minutes? Five?"

"What if you combined a couple of 'em?" She murmurs, low, tilting her head to the side and tilting his chin up with a finger. She bites down on her lower lip. "For like...ten, fifteen minutes?"

"...I could maybe do that," he decides; he leans up and presses his lips to hers for a moment. "I mean, Bar can take care of herself for fifteen minutes, right?"

She kisses him back quickly, before nodding, stroking his jaw. "Yes. Yes she can. What does she do when no one is bartending anyway?"

She leans down and kisses him again, deeply.

He closes his eyes and kisses her back, pushing down on the Bar as he leans up.

He's grinning ruefully when he pulls away, though. "She's prob'ly just pleased there are no bartenders to make out on her. Y'know, I think I'm due a 'fresher break soon anyway..."

She slides off the bar, her smile still more of a smirk than anything else. She leans on the Bar, wiggling slightly. "I think you are too. Right now."

"Well, if you put it like that..."

He glances round warily, then steps out quickly from behind the Bar. "Ten minutes," he murmurs to Inyri. "I mean, I shouldn't at all, but..."

"You could..hold on." She grins, coming around the Bar, squeezing his shoulder as she passes him.

On the specials board, she writes out carefully, Be back in 10 Minutes. "There," she murmurs, quickly rounding the Bar again. "Now people will know to wait. You had something...urgent to take care of."

Very urgent, from the way Inyri presses herself against him just so.

"Right," he agrees, glancing over at the board. He grins and takes her hand in his, then ducks his head to kiss her quickly.

"--c'mon," he murmurs, and tugs on her hand. "Better hurry."

She smiles, more of a coy smile than a smirk this time, keeping the distance between them minimal even as he tugs on her hand. "Lead the way, flyboy."

Amanda sees the other woman sitting next to her and greets, "Hello"

Amanda sees someone behind the bar for once and takes a seat.

"Hello"

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