milliways_bar | Happy Hour

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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:

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

"I didn't realize I had competition."

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

"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."

She gasps.

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

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."

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."

"I guess so," Indy concedes.

"Green and pretty, was it?"

She nods emphatically.

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

"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."

"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'?"

"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."

"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!"

"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."

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."

He smirks at her.

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

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.

"You have?" he says, grinning. "Congratulations!"

Since Mike's kitchen appears to have remained intact during the process, Indy is okay with this accomplishment. It should be noted that he isn't volunteering to taste said accomplishment though. He's not that reckless.

Moon knows to damage Mike's kitchen is to invite pain.

"I just had to replace chocolate with other things. Chocolate makes everything brown."

"Fair enough."

"Um... what did you replace it with?" Indy inquires, for his own good.

"Candy floss. The pink kind. Makes everything pink."

She scrunches up her face.

"And also gooey."

"Hm... that doesn't sound too bad," Indy muses.

He presumes she melted it down before adding it to the brownie mix. Nevertheless, brownies without chocolate in the batter just aren't really brownies. Hence, it doesn't sound too good either.

"You do know that cotton candy is just sugar and food coloring right? And it's the food coloring that gives it the pinkness. So, you could have kept the cocoa powder, or used white cocoa powder maybe... and simply added food coloring."

She blinks at him sweetly.

"Since you are obviously more qualified than I to make pink brownies... maybe you could put word into action?" Moon giggles, picturing Indy in an apron, mixing up pink brownies.

"Just my two cents worth," Indy says, shrugging.

"You know I can't cook to save my life. ...Or anyone else's for that matter."

"And I'm not allowed to even try in Mike's kitchen."

She grins.

"That would be an interesting gameshow. Cooking to save someone's life. Although, if you lost, I suppose it wouldn't be such an interesting show. It'd be more depressing than interesting."

Indy lets out a grim chuckle, then puts on his best game-show host voice:

"Sadly, that's all the time we have for this week. Tune in next time to see if Mike's Crêpe Suzette is appetizing enough to distract the horde of demons that are attacking his girlfriend."

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