Happy Hour

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy is on duty behind the bar tonight. It's a typically no frills appearance, but all things considered, he appears to be in good spirits. After a quick stock check and a wipe down of the counter, he chalks the following loosely-themed offerings onto the board:

DRINKS SPECIALS

Manhattan
Bronx Terrace
Long Island Iced Tea

He then arms himself with a strong and heavily spiked cup of coffee (in case the youthful turtle boys show up again), and prepares to take some orders.

"It's Happy Hour, folks. What'll it be?"

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[gone_byebye]

"Oh, wow is it good to see Earth cocktails again- can I get a Long Island Iced Tea? Hi, Indy," says Ray, who is looking just a bit more metallic and shiny in places than the good Dr. Jones might be used to.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy just stares, wide-eyed, at his friend. Not the best move on his part.

"Woah!"

He flinches back and screws his eyes up to avoid any further blinding.

"Uh... Ray? You've got a little something..."

He points understatedly to his own cheek by way of illustration, as if the offending 'something' is merely a piece of stray food.

[gone_byebye]

"Hm?" The intensity on the sighting laser dials down to bearable levels, and Ray reaches up to wipe at his face with the gloved hand. "Oh- yeah, I'm going to have to wash up in a bit. I was on my way to dinner anyway, so no big deal."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy starts to rummage through the Lost and Found box in search of shades, but he calls off the hunt when the brightness diminishes. A stilted chuckle escapes him as he returns to the counter.

"What happened, buddy? That looks kinda painful."

[gone_byebye]

"It's not that bad, although I have to keep fighting the urge to scratch," Ray says. "But there are some amazingly cranky dessert chefs on Varos, just for the record. Fair warning, if you ever get to go."

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

"New York State of Mind?" Ryan asks teasing

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Heh, hi Ryan," Indy chuckles. "Not really."

"I mean, I do live there, but Chicago has my heart." A shrug. "I just couldn't think of three drinks with Chicago in their names."

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I've been to New York and Chicago but I like Boston my self" HE smiles. "Can I have a Bronx Terrace"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Coming right up," Indy declares, and bustles off to make it.

Ingredients are poured and shaken appropriately, and soon enough the drink is ready. Indy delivers it across the bar.

"Boston's not bad. Fun, and plenty of history."

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

Ryan sips it. "Yeah, I liked it. Miami's not too bad. How have you been?"

[lady_moon]

She flops onto a stool, smiling proudly.

"I met someone new today!" Moon declares.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

After an initial grin, Indy gives her a quizzical look.

"Oh yeah? Someone nice?"

He leans over to apply the formal kiss of welcome.

[lady_moon]

And Moon puckers up for said kiss.

She likes the Formal Kiss Of Welcome™.

"He is. He's pretty, too, and has a pretty name and a pretty voice and he is -- well, was -- from a pretty place."

Moon likes pretty.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy frowns a little.

"He sounds like a nancy boy."

[lady_moon]

She wrinkles her nose.

"He could eat you, you know."

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

One Willow Rosenberg, perky and bright, bellies up to the bar and signals to the tall, rugged bartender on Duty.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Hi there," Indy says, and moseys over to her position.

"What can I do ya for?"

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

"Can I get a 7Up with a shot of citrus vodka and talk to the manager about a catering thing?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Definitely on the first. On the second you're gonna have to make do with the Assistant Manager I'm afraid. Mike is on an extended vacation in Tortall, and Bernard is being the reclusive family man and is mostly unhelpful these days. So that just leaves me."

He makes an apologetic face.

"Sorry. I know it's a huge let down to only be able to deal with Indiana Jones."

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

She giggles.

"Okay then, Dr. Jones, I need to set up catering for a wedding. Is there a form to fill out? Internet questionnaire?"

[lovesoldthings.livejournal.com]

Sally settles down onto a stool, propping an elbow against the counter and waits patiently for her turn.

"Hot toddy, please."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Nice seasonal choice," Indy says with a smile.

"I'll be right back. The tea's out back."

He disappears through the bat-wing doors into the kitchen area. Soon enough, he returns with a glass of tea, into which he adds the requisite shots of brandy and honey. Lastly, he adds a lemon slice as garnish.

"There you go," he declares, and slides the glass over to her.

[lovesoldthings.livejournal.com]

He knows his drinks, Sally will give him that. She's content to fiddle with one of the napkins set errantly on the counter, and then search through her pockets for the fiver that she knows is in there somewhere.

It's found about ten seconds after Indy sets down her order.

"Thank you. Please keep what's left as tip," and slides the five pound note towards him.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Much obliged," Indy says.

He gives the lady a characteristically crooked smile and tips his hat cordially at her.

"Does my kind benefactor have a name?"

[lovesoldthings.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm sorry." Sally belatedly wipes her hand against her jeans before offering it to him. "Sally Sparrow, London, 2007."

Her mum would be mortified, probably.