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milliways_bar2009-04-16 08:02 pm
headed4hell) wrote in milliways_bar2009-04-16 08:02 pm
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Grace saunters out of Captain Perry's office, already tapping a cigarette from her pack, and tries not to smile. The guys are all looking at her, thinking she's in trouble with their new boss. Quite the opposite. Perry's an old friend from Vice and if Grace loved laughter any less, she'd warn Butch about being all UT in her face, at least for awhile; but he’s been a big boy in a unit full of Sooner fans for years now. It'll be entertaining.
She shoulders open the door to Major Crimes, then the stairwell, and mutters a half-hearted curse. Milliways. A few days without Earl’s making her soft. Whatever, it’s still a bar. Better to smoke with a drink than without one.
When Bar gives her the note, Grace tosses back her head and laughs. She looks at it again; laughs again.
"Sure thing. I could use time to think."
Because pouring drinks in between drinking her own will help her figure out why the motel manager got dead in one of his guest rooms. Obviously. Pushing her hair back, she pulls some not-so-random drink ideas from the proffered book and goes to work on the specials board.
HAPPY HOUR!
Absolut Hell
Holy Water
Jack and coke
and
Shots of Yukon Jack
Dance with the bartender, get a free shot. Bartender's choice.
Smirking, Grace rummages around behind Bar until she finds the sound system remote and cranks the volume to almost too loud. The classic rock already playing suits her fine. Time to shake up this place, she thinks. Time to shake Earl loose.
"Belly up, people. What'll be?"
(tiny tags: Grace Hanadarko, Cal Chandler, Michael, the Pirate King)
She shoulders open the door to Major Crimes, then the stairwell, and mutters a half-hearted curse. Milliways. A few days without Earl’s making her soft. Whatever, it’s still a bar. Better to smoke with a drink than without one.
When Bar gives her the note, Grace tosses back her head and laughs. She looks at it again; laughs again.
"Sure thing. I could use time to think."
Because pouring drinks in between drinking her own will help her figure out why the motel manager got dead in one of his guest rooms. Obviously. Pushing her hair back, she pulls some not-so-random drink ideas from the proffered book and goes to work on the specials board.
Absolut Hell
Holy Water
Jack and coke
and
Shots of Yukon Jack
Dance with the bartender, get a free shot. Bartender's choice.
Smirking, Grace rummages around behind Bar until she finds the sound system remote and cranks the volume to almost too loud. The classic rock already playing suits her fine. Time to shake up this place, she thinks. Time to shake Earl loose.
"Belly up, people. What'll be?"
(tiny tags: Grace Hanadarko, Cal Chandler, Michael, the Pirate King)