Happy Hour!

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

Caitlin was still getting used to things and couldn't really comprehend a lot of it. Shaking her head, she comes down to the Bar and orders herself a drink. When it appears she raises a slight brow at the note that came with it asking her to tend the bar. That wasn't too hard considering that's what she did back home. So after her drink she moves behind the Bar and writes a few specials up on the board.

Happy Hour

Skinny Pirate
Hot Irish Nut
Red Marble

Underneath all that... 'Half off on anything relating to pirates or if you can talk like one.'


"Happy Hour everyone!"

[OOC: Sorry about the lateness of Happy Hour. I didn't realize how late it had gotten. This will go on all night more than likely. :) ]



[Tiny Tag: Caitlin, Wilbur]

Comments

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"And I can't give anything alcoholic to someone so young." It'd be against who she was.

[lilolo.livejournal.com]

Puppy eyes, Caitlin. You're getting them.

"You don't want to make me a sacrilish, do you?"

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

We're sure her brother Ricky got that a lot as they were growing up. Either way, it's still against who she is to give someone so young an alcoholic drink.

"I don't but at the same time you're young. We do, however, have something called Bora Bora. It's no alcoholic and you'd not be sacrilish. Because it's still dealing with pirates."

[lilolo.livejournal.com]

Lilo gives this considerable thought.

"Well. All right. But there has to be a plastic sword in it. At least."

THIS IS VERY SERIOUS BUSINESS, CAITLIN. LOOK AT HER FACE. THIS IS THE FACE OF SERIOUS BUSINESS.

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

Of course it is! The Irish woman knows all about things that are 'serious business.' After all, she works at a bar back in Cork, Ireland. She turns from the young girl and makes the drink. To top it off... and just because it is talk like a pirate day...

She adds a little sword and there might even be a little cannon at the bottom of the drink.

[lilolo.livejournal.com]

A very serious nod. "It's an acceptable substitute."

Lilo climbs onto a barstool and drops a handful of coins and low-rate paper money on the bartop before starting to slurp her drink down, all the while eyeing the bartender steady and curiously.

"You have a funny accent," she says, when she's halfway through her drink. "Even for a haole."

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"For a what?"

Because Caitlin's never heard of a 'haole' before. Actually, never before. What was that? But it doesn't surprise her that the young girl thinks she has a funny accent. Most people do if they've not been to her home.

"I'm from Ireland."

[lilolo.livejournal.com]

She points at Caitlin. "You're not from Hawaii, so you're a haole. Lots come from the mainland, but none of them talk like you, so Ireland must be really far away, right?"

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"Aye, little one. Ireland is far away. Especially from Hawaii."

[lilolo.livejournal.com]

Lilo continues to eye her curiously. "If you come to visit, wear lots of sunscreen." She nods sagely. "And pick up your ice cream if it drops in the sand."

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"I've never been to Hawaii." We're sure that's a sin right there. "But I'll remember that. And to pick up my ice cream if it ever drops in the sand." Not that she sees why it would. "Would you like anything else?" Then as an after thought.

"I'm Caitlin."

[lilolo.livejournal.com]

"Nothing ruins a good walk on the beach like suddenly getting ice cream in between your toes. Remember that. Only you can prevent ice-cream toes."

She eyes what remains of her money on the bar, and looks thoughtful. ". . . Can I have ice crema?"

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... because sticky toes just isn't good on a beach. Not only that but we wouldn't want sand sticking to our toes." She wouldn't want that at all. Giving another smile she gives a nod.

"I don't see why not. Is there any specific ice cream that you'd want?" After all there's a ton of flavors.

[lilolo.livejournal.com]

"Mint chocolate chip!"

She eyes her money again.

"I have enough for that, right?"

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry about the money, sweetheart. You just worry about the ice cream." She says before turning and making the ice cream and putting the bowl and spoon down on the bar top for her.

In other words, Caitlin was taking care of the price of the ice cream. That way the little one wasn't using all of her money.

[lilolo.livejournal.com]

Free ice cream? AWESOME!

"Thanks!"

She digs in to her ice cream with 7-year-old gusto. "I'm Lilo. Hi Caitlin."

[gavehimherpower.livejournal.com]

Never know, Caitlin might be generous enough to pay for whatever the little one gets. It's just the mothering nature in her. Not that she truly has one. After all, it was her brother who pretty much raised her.

"Hi Lilo. It's a pleasure to meet you."