Happy Hour

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

On a crisp autumn day, one ex-RAF pilot gets behind the bar and writes on the Specials board:

Today's Specials
Smashing Pumpkin
Pumpkin Pie
Great Pumpkin Punch
and any drink free for a ghost story

"Welcome to Happy Hour. What can I get you?"


[tinytag: Maj. Evan Lorne]

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[callmemajor]

On the same crisp, autumn day, a current USAF pilot takes a seat in front of the bar.

"Now is that an actual pumpkin pie, or just a drink that shares it's name?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"It is a drink," Jack says, totally not smiling like 'HI MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE.'

He's very bad at it.

"It's got goldschlager in it. I love that stuff."

[callmemajor]

Lorne is totally not smiling back in the same way.

He might even be worse at it than Jack is.

"Yep. Nothing like drinking flecks of gold to make you feel special."

There's a bit of leaning across the bar, which may or may not be a blatant cry for a kiss. (Except it totally is.)

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack leans across the bar too but refrains from kissing, for the moment. "Does that mean you want a pumpkin pie, sweetheart?"

[callmemajor]

"I would love a pumpkin pie, darlin'," Lorne murmurs, leaning in just a little bit closer.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack kisses his nose and straightens up. "Coming right up."

Mischievous Jack, perhaps? Making him work for it? Hmm . . .

[callmemajor]

Lorne frowns, then pouts, then flops back onto his barstool in a move that, done by someone else, might be classified as 'flouncing'.

He's wondering if it's too early in the game to pull out the puppy dog eyes...

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack, who is doing shaky-mixy things, misses the flounce.

But he does lean over the bar again when he puts the pie-colored glass on the top. "There you go. With flecks of gold, just for you."

[callmemajor]

Lorne smirks a little and leans in close again, lips just centimeters from Jack's.

"Just for me? Really? Well, now I really feel special."

He leans closer, just until their lips are brushing, then sits back and calmly takes a sip of his drink.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Well, you are the only one here," Jack observes, still leaning on the bar.

[callmemajor]

"And here I thought it was 'cause you liked me best," Lorne says, still sipping his drink.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Maybe that too, a little."

[callmemajor]

Lorne arches an eyebrow. "Only a little?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack smiles. "Maybe more than a little."

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

He smiles. "Smashing Pumpkin, sounds good."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing," says Jack and starts gathering bottles.

"I don't believe I've seen you in here before. I'm Jack."

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

"I don't think We've met I'm Ryan."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you." He flashes a smile as he pours the various liquors into a shaker.

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

HE smiles back. "Likewise. You're very good at that."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Thanks." He starts shaking the shaker. "Years of practice."

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

"So you do a lot of the flare thing then?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"The . . . flare thing?"

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

"In Vegas that is what they call the fancy bar tendering with the tossing of the bottles and what not"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"I've never been to Vegas," says Jack as he pours the drink into a shot glass. "Where is it?"

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

"It's in Nevada, In the United States. Earth. 2008"