Late Happy Hour

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

Considering how almost nobody came to Happy Hour the last few times, CJ had a novel idea:

Change the start time.


Post-Midnight Happy Hour


- Any drinks with tequila, half off.



If the trend repeats itself, CJ will have some answers.



Come order a drink, the OG does not bite.



[ Open forever and then some. Millitime applies as needed. ]

Comments

[startedsmall.livejournal.com]

Bill doesn't have a clue what tequila is. But he's got nothing to lost trying it.

"Tequila?" It's either a question or request for a shot. Boy isn't so eloquent.

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

"Tequila. It's alcohol made from agave cactus, strong and good." CJ grins a bit. "Wanna try?"

[startedsmall.livejournal.com]

Strong? Now he's talking. He gets a nod. "Alright."

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

CJ gives a nod, pouring the guy a generous shot of añejo. "Here you go, Tequila, aged two years." It is a tricky drink, you only realize how strong it is after you finish drinking, when the heat of alcohol spreads to the extremities of the body.

[startedsmall.livejournal.com]

Bill drinks it in one, thinking it nothing more than the gin that he's far far to used to drinking like water. It takes him a moment but he looks apprecaitve, which is a special thing to happen and he likes the stuff, probably enough that Nancy will find him face down snoring to himself.

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

Hey, the man looks like he is old enough to decide if he wants to sleep on his face or not. "Another?"

[startedsmall.livejournal.com]

He nods moving the glass back. He really isn't good at conversation.