milliways_bar | OOM + EP = <3

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OOM + EP = <3

Lazing on a Sunday afternoon.

Some time later, when he should technically be heading across the hall to his office, Lorne walks into the bar. Bar kindly procures a shiny, rainbow colored drink the moment he takes a seat.

Perfectly botherable. If not in the best of moods (not that you'd ever tell.)

((OOC: Mun will be on and off for about an hour, then here for the remainder of the day.))

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The arrival of this whole time-stopping, magical bar place would've been a lot more convenient if it had decided to appear when she still had things to get done for school.

Not that Alexis particularly minds having more free time to wander around without pointless (given the whole time-stopping factor) guilt that she was wasting valuable studying time.

She's swinging her legs from a few Barstools down when she lets out a tiny, fascinated, "Whoa."

It might be the slightest bit telling of her status as a New Yorker that, after only two days of Milliways exposure, she looks more surprised by the fact that his drink is shiny than that he's green.

Being a New Yorker is fabulous that way. ...especially if you're not local, to use a neat little turn of phrase.

However, Lorne's immediate reaction is that he's the source of befuddlement. The fact that he isn't just brings the proverbial bounce to his step right back.

Or it would, if he wasn't just in a rather blue mood.

Despite the green flair, of course. And, may we add, despite the bright red grin on his face. "Isn't it neat? I have no idea what it is, but it's so pretty!"

It's kind of a great grin, really - and she can't quite help but to smile widely back at him, nodding her head enthusiastically.

"And how do they get the colors to stay so neatly separated like that?"

She'd expect more bleeding. And an eventual descent into dark brown disgustingness.

He shrugs his brow - which, one may note, doesn't jar his horns out of place. How anyone could ever think they're plastic is beyond him.

Luckily, drinks and the mixing of them is right up his alley. "It's got to do with density, and involves a bit of trickery with a spoon." What trickery, you ask. "You have to slowly pour your different kinds of alcohol over it, in order. Even if your technique isn't spot on, it should layer itself pretty neatly."

A beat. "Or maybe this is just Bar being brilliant."

"Ah," she murmurs thoughtfully. "Maybe it doesn't seem to work so well when I try it because it's generally just a Slurpee. There's a distinct lack of alcohol."

She swings her seat to better face him, smile still firmly in place.

"And magical bars. Totally lacking in magical bars."

Not to say that her dad wouldn't gladly install one to replace their kitchen island if such a thing were at all feasible.

"Hey, don't knock the Slurpee. Who doesn't love a Slurpee on a hot, steamy day? Or any day, for that matter."

Lorne has a sweet tooth. It most often shows in the way he showers praise on all things sweet. "Bar would lack a little something in the charm department if she wasn't the one and only Bar. Don'tcha think?"

"Not knocking," she laughs, hands up in front of her. "Definitely not knocking. Just - questioning its powers of flavor separation."

Or maybe its structural integrity.

"Bar's a she?" her head tilts. "I mean, I knew it - she was sentient, but I haven't really gotten around to formal introductions yet, I guess. Still a bit shiny and new."

"Bar's a lady, through and through." He nods, affecting the air of sage elder, all in good fun of course.

Not that he's been here since the dawn of time or anything, but, hey, he likes newcomers. They're lovely. Which brings a question to mind. "Got your first drink yet?"

"Certainly knows how to treat her patrons right, from what I've seen."

Alexis returns the solemn expression for a moment, before another smile breaks through.

"Uh-huh. Coke float. Really awesome coke float."

She blinks, looks a bit sheepish, "I'm Alexis, by the way. Nice to meet you."

Right. Introductions, how could he possibly forget? Easy enough, between the shiny new drink he's almost hesitant to sip, and the darling newbie, well... Anyone would forget about silly things like names.

"I'm Lorne, and honey bun, the pleasure is all mine." Handshake?

He's got nice, big, green hands. Perfect shaking material.

She giggles, hopping down from her chair to slide into the one next to him, more than accepting of any and all offered handshakes.

"I'm usually more polite than that, I promise."

Another sheepish grin.

"I keep getting distracted here."

"That makes two of us, darling." He shakes her hand firmly, then taps the side of his considerable nose. Stage whisper is go, as the kids say these days. "Mum's the word."

In other news, she is such a darling.

She lets out another laugh and raises her eyebrows inquisitively.

"So it doesn't get less distracting after a while?"

"Ah-nope." He raises his glass in a toast, even though his new friend doesn't have one of her own. "Every day, you meet someone you've never met before, and very probably never would have if there weren't for Milliways. How does that ever get old?"

"Point."

She lifts her hand and tilts her fingers in some approximation of a return gesture.

"Well, at least the whole time-freeze thing gives you the opportunity to explore at much as you want."

"Almost makes me want to ask what kind of exploring you've done." He's an adventure buff, can't you tell by the...rough...and rugged exterior.

Okay, so, adventures are best listened to, or watched, or told.

"But before we get into that, would you like something to drink or nibble on? My treat. No iffy strings or anything. Makes me feel less like an impolite twerp when I make random toasts..."

"Well, my Dad's informed me that it's now our solemn duty to be rogue travelers. There were a lot of descriptive adjectives about what this would entail."

A beat.

"Otherwise my epic adventures tend to end by 10 o'clock."

If you want good stories, you've unfortunately ended up with the wrong Castle.

"You're not at all a twerp. I kind of liked my air-toast - though some chocolate milk couldn't hurt."

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