Happy Hour!

[callmemajor]

Lorne is humming to himself as he steps up to the bar this evening, a pleased smile on his face. He orders a beer, and grins when a note appears with it.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," he says and hops over the bar.

After a few moments of rustling through the book, he posts the specials.


Specials
Log Cabin
Warm and Fuzzy
Sex at My House


That pleased smile is still on his face. They have a fireplace and plumbing and stairs and a floor! Once they finish the furniture, it'll be all set to move into.

He starts humming again as he waits for customers.


[ooc: Open until 10ish Pacific time or until mun drops. Whichever comes later. :)]

Comments

[callmemajor]

"Only a dollar?" Lorne pouts. "You don't think my kisses are worth more than a buck?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"A dollar is a pretty high price," Jack says. "I've been to country fairs where the prettiest girl was fifty cents a kiss."

[callmemajor]

"Yeah, but you gotta account for inflation since then," Lorne argues. "Besides, aren't I prettier than the prettiest girl?" He bats his eyelashes.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"You," Jack says softly, "are so much prettier than the prettiest girl.

"So . . . ten dollars a kiss? Is that better?"

[callmemajor]

"Much better," Lorne says, nodding.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"But will people pay that much? And would it be a mere smack or would there be tongue?"

[callmemajor]

Lorne thinks about it for a moment. "Well, for ten bucks, I might have to slip them a little tongue."

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"A very little," Jack says as he strokes Lorne's cheek.

[callmemajor]

"Yeah," Lorne says softly. "Just a little." He sticks out his tongue to demonstrate.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Well, Jack is not strong enough to resist that temptation.

He leans forward and licks Lorne's tongue, and sits back with a naughty grin.

[callmemajor]

"Dork," Lorne murmurs, grinning.

"So what do you want to do tonight, babe?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Aside from you? Gosh, I don't know. Supper?"

[callmemajor]

Lorne nods. "Down here or..." he waggles his eyebrows, "upstairs?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"We could eat down here," Jack says. "Anticipation is sometimes the best part of an evening."

[callmemajor]

"Okay," Lorne says, sounding only a very little bit disappointed. "As soon as my shift's over, yeah?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Sure."

He looks at Lorne a moment. "You want to go upstairs as soon as we're done, don't ya?"

[callmemajor]

"Don't I always?" He shrugs. "Carpentry makes me horny, what can I say?"

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"It must be the steady rhythm of planing," Jack says, amused. "I'll have to remember to keep some sandpaper around after the cabin is finished."

[callmemajor]

"Well, that and you look pretty damn hot when you get all sweaty," Lorne says, smirking.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack smirks right back. "I love you when you're sweaty and covered in sawdust too, sweetheart."

[callmemajor]

"Aw, baby, you're making me blush," Lorne says, not blushing at all.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

"Good. I love making you blush, too."

[callmemajor]

"Well, you're very good at it," Lorne murmurs, leaning on the bar.

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack leans in too. "I think we should get something hot and spreadable so I can smear it all over your body and lick it off."

[callmemajor]

Lorne moans softly. "Thought you wanted to have dinner down here."