Happy Hour is happy!

[nomorekaraoke]

Tonight is a rare night, even for a place such as Milliways, where every night is spectacular in one fashion or another.

Tonight, Lorne tends bar.

There's a handwritten little sign, placed center stage - as it were - and in the spotlight. It says, perfectly legibly:

Ladies and Gents
Cosmopolitan
Scotch Whiskey (rocks or none)

Girls and Boys
Milkshakes of any variety you can think of. Gimme your best shot!

And for all the other Darlings
Ask, and you might just get what you wish for

Come and get it, cats and kittens!

((As always, threadhopping and mingling is more than encouraged. Have fun!

Edit: Slow-timing, please? I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH THANK YOU! EEEE!! But my brain is crashing from yet another Hellish cold, and I need the sleep. More of Lorne and bartending tomorrow! Promise!!))

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[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Kin I have a Confewsion, please?" asks Wilbur, sitting down across from Lorne.

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

"Would that be an Absolut or a Cruzan?"

Grin. Lorne knows his drinks. And hello you.

[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

...Oooh, milkshakes. He hasn't had a milkshake in a while.


"Blackcurrent and sparkles?"

Hey.

It was suggested to him.

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

"Coming righ up, pumpkin."

And you know the best part? Lorne's got class and style and flair, sure, but he's also a member of the Economy of Movement School of Thought.

In other words, you don't have to wait for hours. This is fast bartending.

[27_53]

He's been outside inside up up down around.

But this one. He is not like them. Skellig doesn't mind. He is not like them either. The man (black suit black shirt) settles on a barstool and watches him, waiting his turn.

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

Another handsome fellow; Lorne is pleased.

"Good evening, kind Sir. What are we having?"

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

The sign gets a thoughtful look from a tall, dark-haired fellow with grey at his temples and a lot of blue to his clothing. "Hmm. Not to offer insult to ze specials," he says, "but all I vont chust at ze moment is a Dinkel Acker Dark, please."

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

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Be still Lorne's heart, that accent. Ba-dump-dump-wowza.

Ahem.

"Oh, you'd have to try much harder to offend me, handsome." A beat. "Glass or straight from the bottle?"

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Suzi looks at the specials, then shakes her head a little, "I guess I'll try the Scotch? I've never had it before, though, so I'll take your suggestion on what to, um. Rocks or not, I mean?"

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

"Forgive me for saying so, but darling, you are cute as a button!"

He leans forward just a smidge. "I'd suggest going for the rocks approach, as it can be quite kickin', but if you've acquired a taste for it... The ice just numbs all your little tastebuds."

The decision is still up to the darling. Eff-why-I.

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

Jennifer Walters, former Attorney at Law and licensed operative of Freeman Bonds, Inc., Avenger in reserve, and former member of the Fantastic Four, has taken Coco Chanel's advice and just spent two precious hours of her time bathing luxuriously (if bathing in a trailer can be called "bathing luxuriously"), shampooing, conditioning, and primping herself to within an inch of her life.

There's been no time lately for much more than minimal approximations of those niceties; Jen and her resident Skrull have been driving hell for leather towards Manhattan to deal with a few minor inconveniences currently being suffered by the citizens of said fair city.

When a door to Milliways opens from the tiny living room moments after she dresses in her usual purple splendor - the purple splendor she reserves for kicking ass - and deems herself fully sated on lotion, foot cream, and the like, Jen's expression occupies a territory somewhere between surprise, satisfaction, and knowing.

Well, this is new. There's someone green behind the bar!

"World peace and a Martian Love Juice, please," she requests, settling onto a bar stool.

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear. Lorne would be distressed - here is someone who has as little me time as he does! Could it really be so?

"I'm sorry, precious." Also, hello there,!

"I've never been very good at the first one, but I hope the drink will do."

He'll have to look it up in the Big Book of Beauties, though. Also known as that big drink book behind Bar for all the n00bs.

Oh, Lawdy, there's a drink Lorne's never heard of. Gasp.

[nottaprincess.livejournal.com]

Yuki Sohma is not much of a milkshake connoisseur, nor is he the sort of think of himself as a "boy," now that he's hit the later part of his seventeenth year. But he is, apparently, the type to find himself staring contemplatively at the specials board as he settles at the Bar, today, setting a school binder of two down with him.

"...Do you think they have cherry blossom ice cream, here?" he asks the bartender, after a moment's hesitance.

Yeah, Japan has some weird ice cream flavors, apparently. This is one of the milder ones. (At least it isn't pit viper ice cream.)

"That might make a nice milkshake."

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

"Oooooh, I like the sound of that." He really does. He's had his fair share of Ben & Jerry's cherry-chunky chocolate icecream, but cherry blossoms is a definite new thing.

"Let me see what I can do, okay?" Here you go, have a bright smile.

[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

Hmm, milkshakes. That's an acceptable special.

He's still shifted at the moment from flying around outside, so there is a blond-haired, blue-eyed, winged green monster-thing with a bright green iPod walking up to the bar.

"Suggest me a milkshake flavor? Don't get very exotic with the flavors in NYC."

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

"Oh, don't I know it, sweetie."

He tilts his head, considering handing out a bit of advice. "You should go icecream hunting down in China Town. They've got some pretty neat stuff, I tell ya."

But, decisions, decisions. "...I've always been fond of physalis. Kinda citrusy, but sweet and not at all like orange. How about it?"

[whitestshoes.livejournal.com]

Pam's never been here around happy hour, and by the looks of things, now seems to be a perfect time to take a seat.

So she hops up on a barstool (hop being the definitive word here, seeing as how she's on the petite end of things) and waits for her turn to order a drink.

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

It certainly is. No, it's more than perfect, it's purr-fect. Why? She's there, and Lorne's behind the bar. It's absolutely fabu!

"What can I do ya for, sugar cakes?"

[subject-lj-here.livejournal.com]

"Scotch. I had one of those the other day, and it was... good." She pauses. "What's... Cosmopolitan?"

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

"What kind did you have? Smoky? Not smoky? Really strong or not quite as?"

There's an entire science behind Scotch and Whiskey and Scotch Whiskey and, phew, just saying Scotch is...well, Lorne's to blame for putting it on his unassuming Specials List.

"A Cosmopolitan is a bright pink drink. It contains vodka, triple sec, lime juice and cranberry juice. It's quite delicious, if you ask me."

[callmemajor]

Okay, green guy behind the bar? That's new.

And Lorne (the...er...human one) is a fan of new things for the most part.

"Scotch please. Neat."

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

Oh, the pronouns. The mind, it boggles.

This Lorne would also like to subscribe to the New Things newsletter. And a new face is a new face is a new face, and a handsome face like other!Lorne's? Well, Lorne ain't complaining.

"Any particular preference?" He smiles, stalling for fun's sake, and because how often do you get to talk to so many beautiful guys and dolls in one sitting?

"I gotta tell ya, I've never seen so many different kinds of Scotches in my entire life."

[bythatmuch.livejournal.com]

Happy Hour is steadily becoming Max's favorite time of the day.

The green guy standing behind the bar is a little unnerving, though, but judging by the Specials board, he seems nice enough.

"I'll have a gin and tonic, please," he says, hopping onto a stool.

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

"Ooooh, my fave poison of choice."

He grins, joking like the little joker he is.

Et voilà, one G&T, for the charming gent. The appreciative looks are on the house.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

(ooc: I know you're swamped but wanted these two to meet, hee. yay for slow?)

Nathan came in from the back door, his curly hair all mussed in a clear 'just came from a wind tunnel' hair do. He had on a button down shirt and jeans, and a leather jacket over top.

"Scotch, neat, please," he simply said as he found a seat at the crowded bar.

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

((Ahahahah, so many tags, so little braining left from cold! XD New-taggers are always welcome, though!))

"Honey, look at me. Do I look like a mind reader to you?"

No, really. He's only being a tease. Because teasing all the gorgeous boys and girls is just the most fun you could ever have.

"With this many Scotches and Whiskeys, you gotta be a bit more specific."

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

"Tea, please."

The barman is green. Okay. He has horns. Okay. But Wesker has A BOOK.

It's closed at the minute but he's about to dive in, once he gets his tea.

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

Not only is the barman green. He's lean, not-mean, and a certified karaoke machine. 'Nuff said.

"Darjeeling? Chai? Ocha? Rooibos? Earl Grey?" He smiles, not really minding the lack of decision-making. But just 'tea' is leaving the door open for a whole lot of things you may not want.

"How d'ya like your tea, pumpkin?"

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria stops by the Bar to receive a metal object of some sort, which she looks over with some degree of satisfaction. For once, the half-breed has done well.

She looks up, then, and sees the familiar face of the bartender.

"Krevlornswath. I did not expect to see you here."

Her voice is ever-so-faintly disapproving -- in her opinion, he'd run away from that last battle and left his allies to die.

[nomorekaraoke.livejournal.com]

In a perfect world, Lorne would look Illyria in the eye with no more shame than what's in hers. He would tell her that Milliways just seems to cater to all sorts of crowds, doesn't it, and he'd flash her a grin. In a perfect world, he wouldn't have to bother with things like being a professional, like doing this one night job and do it good.

Here in the real world, Lorne is simply caught in a stare.

Needless to say, he wasn't expecting to see anyone from back home. Ever.