Happy Hour

[othercaptjack]

Jack has been sitting at the bar 'cleaning his gun' cleaning his gun peacefully. After a while, however, a napkin pops up on Bar's surface, and he blinks then grins down at it.

"Of course I can," he tells her. "Where'd you keep the books?"

Ten minutes later, the specials are chalked up on the board and Jack stands ready, stripped down to shirtsleeves and a grin.

Specials - half off if you're cute.
(Who am I kidding; it's Milliways, I'm easy. You're all cute.)

Dirty Martini
Basil Mojito
Peach Daiquiri

Shooter: Extraterrestrial
Free if you tell me how you saved the world and I'm pretty sure you're telling me the truth.

"Happy hour, people!"

[OOC: AHAHAHAHA YOU PEOPLE. Closed to new threads now, or I'll never get anywhere with the ones already started. Poke me any other time if you missed out!

And now, bedtime. <3 I call slows and will catch up later!]

Comments

[zeevofbristol.livejournal.com]

(I had to. hehehe)

"Er what if we haven't saved the world? We don't have to pay double do we?" George wondered after glancing at the specials.

[othercaptjack]

Jack grins, leaning forward on his elbows.

"No, I'm not that mean. Half off, like the other specials. I know long cocktails aren't everybody's thing."

[zeevofbristol.livejournal.com]

George leaned back in his seat, considering it, "Oh all right, what's in the Extraterrestrial?"

He was more about a simple pint, but was curious.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The girl- late teens or early twenties, for all that her hair is steel-grey- in the blue and gold jumpsuit peers up at the board. "I think I know what a mojito is," she says doubtfully. "What kind of flavor is basil?"

[othercaptjack]

"Hi there," Jack says, scooting down.

"Basil's a kind of herb, kind of savoury-sweet mix? It's instead of mint, which I can totally substitute in."

[likesthecoat]

Ianto takes his place on a stool and just smiles.

Maybe a little proudly.

Mostly amused.



Somewhat cute.

[othercaptjack]

Totally cute.

"Aren't we meant to be the other way around?" Jack asks, sliding down the bar from his last customer, then grinning.

"Hi gorgeous. What'll it be?"

[ostro_goth]

"I am not cute," Teja says, leaning on the bar, "and I have not saved any world: - but the thought of a drink with basil intrigues me!"

[othercaptjack]

Jack looks him up and down with cheerful frankness.

"Hmm, maybe it's a cultural difference there."

He starts grabbing ingredients, including a pot containing a living plant with bright green leaves, which was apparently quite happy in a fridge under the bar.

[coreenfennel.livejournal.com]

"I saved the world by owning a collection of iron maces, which went to beating down some demon-elves taking over a fertility clinic once," Coreen says with a bright smile.

The baby in the sling may indicate that she's not indulging in the booze...but she will..."'Have an Italian soda, strawberry, if you've got it."

[othercaptjack]

"Ooo," Jack says appreciatively.

"No idea if it's true or not, but you get points for originality, so you can have the shooter anyway."

He's somewhat... lax with rules.

Torchwood at large is collectively shocked.

"Gimme a sec!" He ducks under the bar to hunt for soda.

[hadyougoing]

Ava eyes the specials board suspiciously.

"I think this shirt makes my torso look weirdly long," she says.

The t-shirt in question is a bit on the long side, and a deep blue, and has a fairly plunging neckline (which she shouldn't find awkward given all the camis she wears, but still). She blames Bela.

[othercaptjack]

"But to some species, a long torso is a sign of excellent health and superior mental agility," Jack says, sliding along from another patron.

"So it all depends. Do you like it enough to keep wearing it?"

[the_strong_one]

"Prevented a temporal anomaly from ripping the fabric of space and time to shreds."

Susan straddles a bar stool and looks vaguely disgruntled with the universe. "But if you call me cute, I'll snap your neck."

She can pay for her full priced drinks, damn it!

[othercaptjack]

Jack beams.

It's probably a poor trait in a team leader that he's so floored by being ordered about, but there it remains.

"Yes, Ma'am," he says brightly.

He starts grabbing bottles for her shooter - somehow he's not going to contest that one.

[callmemajor]

Lorne scans the specials board before taking a seat.

"So does this mean the specials are half off for everybody?"

[othercaptjack]

Jack eyes him with overdone laciviciousness, and then laughs.

"In practise, pretty much," he says, cheerfully owning his sluttiness. "Can I tempt you?"

[mogget_cat]

"Does stepping in to help re-imprison the Destroyer of Worlds count?" asks the cat-eyed albino taking a seat at the bar.

[othercaptjack]

"Would he have done what his very impressive title implies?" Jack asks, with deliberation.

[realmrsreynolds]

"My son does all the world-saving, but I make sure you get paid when you work here."

Sallie earns bonus points in such ways.

"Wei, Captain sir."

[othercaptjack]

"...Well argued, Ma'am," says Jack, amused.

"Fancy an extraterrestrial?"


THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.

[ever_lovin]

Ben's been staring at the sign trying to decide which time he saved the world to tell about for some time now; it's hard when your career is as long as his.

[othercaptjack]

"Decided yet, or need a moment?" Jack calls down the bar between serving his various patrons.

[isaysimplewords]

With the weather improving more quickly, from Cal's perspective, at Milliways than it is at home, Cal has gotten into the habit of taking his daily runs here again. Thus it is that he comes in from outside breathless and thirsty, and is halfway to the Bar for a glass of water by the time he realizes who's behind it. He hesitates.

After the recent arguments civil conversations with Sam, Cal's immediate reflex is to change paths and just head home.

. . . on the other hand, Cal also recently told Ianto some things that very few people get to hear, because he's come to trust Ianto enough to tell. It's all still fresh in his mind, and makes him feel more obligated than ever to be pleasant to Jack. For Ianto's sake.

After a second or two, friendly obligation wins out over lingering frustration and Cal makes his way to the Bar after all.

"Hi," he says. "Could I get some water?"

[othercaptjack]

Jack looks up with a handful of basil in one hand.

"Oh, hey Cal," he says with a smile, and stuffs the handful into a glass to muddle up later.

"Sure, one sec. Sparkling or just the basic?"