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?"

Comments

[lady_moon]

"Vampire," she says.

If Asher didn't want anyone to know, he probably should have kept far from Moon. She possesses no tact.

"But he seems like a nice vampire. Very... proper."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"That's good, I suppose," Indy says, nodding. "Since he's here, and we have rules. Saves putting Mel on alert."

"I've met a few over the years. Nick was nice. Mel's brother, less so."

[lady_moon]

"I only met one. Santino. I think he was the first person to ever kiss me," she says. "I think. Well, he bit me... did he kiss me?"

Moon can't remember and waves it off.

"I told him he had to play nice while here." Moon taps the bartop. "Hey, am I ever gonna get a pretty green drink? I pay good money!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"You do not," Indy states, making no move towards the shelves.

"You never pay."

[lady_moon]

"I pay!" she frumps. "I do believe last time I was wearing just the thinking hat when you came to the bedroom!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"That wasn't really pay," Indy informs her, a bit doubtfully.

"You enjoy getting naked for me."

[lady_moon]

"How would you know?" she counters.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy affects a shocked look.

"Are you saying that you might've been faking?"

[lady_moon]

"If I said yes, then you would know, wouldn't you?"

Moon gets coy.

"I suppose you will have to try and discover the truth, O Great Adventurer."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy mock scowls at her.

"That's not very fair."

[lady_moon]

"And why isn't it?" Moon giggles. "You like challenges. Puzzles."

Moon tries to hold up the act, but it fails, and she dissolves into a fit of laughter. When she's done, she leans over the bar and kisses his nose.

"You know I wouldn't fake anything." She tilts her head. "Not sure I can." More smiling. "We can negotiate a fair trade, of course..."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy relaxes out of his facade, and grins at her.

"Of course. Your money is no good here, but there are plenty of ways you can compensate my generosity."

[lady_moon]

"You will have to present me with a list of options, for my favours and wares are desired far and wide," she says with a little puffing of her chest.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Oh really?" Indy responds. He sounds surprised, but he looks amused.

"I didn't realize I had competition."

[lady_moon]

"Are you saying I am not alluring enough?" she asks, feigning censure.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"No. Not at all," Indy states.

"But I don't expect you to flaunt your allure to all and sundry wherever you go."

He's very obviously teasing her.

"There's a thing called modesty, you know."

[lady_moon]

She gasps.

"Modesty? Why on earth would I exercise that?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy laughs at her reaction.

"Don't worry. I was just messing with ya. I adore your liberal nature. I wouldn't dream of asking you to change."

[lady_moon]

Moon giggles at him, giving Indy her sweetest smile.

"So does this mean I get my drink? In celebration of your adoration of my liberal nature and all."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I guess so," Indy concedes.

"Green and pretty, was it?"

[lady_moon]

She nods emphatically.

"No sparkles, though. Green doesn't need sparkles. Only pink and yellow do."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Okay. I think I can manage that."

He sets to work, scooping some ice into a shaker, then adding vodka, green curacao, creme de banane, grapefruit juice and a splash of lemon juice. A shake and a shimmy later, and a nicely green mixture is poured into a cocktail glass and garnished with a cherry.

"How's that look? It's called a Green Hope."

[lady_moon]

"Why do people name drinks?" she asks him, pulling the glass closer, inspecting it. "I mean, why is it called 'Green Hope' and not 'Moo Tin Peaches'?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Errr... I think the names are supposed to reflect the look, the ingredients and/or the taste, so people can choose drinks based on what they like, or what they think is going to be in them. If I ordered a Moo Tin Peaches, I'd be expecting something with peaches. And I'd be sorely disappointed if it was actually the name of this one."

[lady_moon]

"All right... then why 'hope' and not... 'cat'?" She giggles. "I'd like a drink called 'Green Cat'."

Moon sips the drink, squeeing happily.

"It tastes like Christmas lights!"