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]

"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!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"That I dunno..."

Indy smiles at her reaction and her typically abstract taste analysis.

"I know a Green Dragon, a Green Monster, a Green Frog, a Green Spider, a Green Devil, a Green Cow, a Green Alien, a Green Iguana, a Green Puma, and a Green Scorpion... but I don't know a Green Cat," he reports, frowning a little.

"I could probably work one out though."

[lady_moon]

Moon looks hopeful.

"You would make me a Green Cat?"

It may be childish, and simple, but Moon absolutely adores how Indy spoils her in these small ways.

"I just hope it doesn't taste like kitty litter."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He smirks at her.

"If I don't actually use kitty litter as an ingredient, I think I can avoid that outcome."

[lady_moon]

She sips her drink some more, delighted with it.

"I think I've almost mastered how to make pink brownies," she shares. "It's been a lot of hard work, and many kitchens have been damaged, but I've just about got it."

Random shift of topic.

Yes.