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milliways_bar2008-01-15 09:05 pm
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Happy Hour
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:
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?"
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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He pulls one out at random. One he knows is not the payroll and HR file, since he does actually use that one from time to time.
"Mmmm... nope. This appears to be a scrapbook of Mike's candid photography."
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"Which is when, by the way?"
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"Gosh. I'm not sure we've had a lesbian wedding in my time here," he says, recovering. "Or a dead and alive combo, come to think of it."
"Way to break new ground at Milliways... bride-to-be whose name I don't know yet."
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"I'm Willow Rosenberg. Sorry."
She offers a slightly shy hand.
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"Not a problem. Hi, Willow."
"I take it that you've been coming here for quite some time. I think I've seen you around once or twice."
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"Where's she from?"
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He sighs.
"Still, it's nice that you can still be together. Even if it's only here."
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She looks a wee bit sniffly.
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Smiling warmly, he puts a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Oh look!" he suddenly announces.
"Bingo! Here are the menus."
How convenient. At least in distraction terms.
He quickly shoves the current ring binder across the counter to her, open at a section of transparent sleeves. Each sleeve contains a list of meal offerings in Gil's handwriting.
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"Thank you"
She peruses slowly, pausing to 'ooh' and 'ahh'.
"Have you been to weddings here?"
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He strokes his chin as he remembers.
"Meg, Anthy and Tom were involved in that ceremony somehow, and Xander gave away the sock puppet if I recall correctly. It was bizarre, even for this place."
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"Honestly, I don't think I can single one out," Indy resolves, after a few moments of thought. "Each meal was marvelous in its own way. You know Gil and the ratseverything they make is incredible."
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"As endorsed by Doctor Indiana Jones, renowned food critic."
What? He's one of Mike's official cooking tasters, and he helped judge the Iron Chef Waffles competition between Mike and Andrew. If that doesn't make him an expert on cuisine, nothing does.