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!]

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[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.

[coreenfennel.livejournal.com]

Coreen settles with her..urm, furry baby on a barstool. His tail has fully grown in fur-wise over the winter, and now has become somewhat of a semi-distressing chew toy.

Bite-pain-cry-calm, repeat.

So, instead, Coreen has preemptively smushed up some banana.

"It's completely, and utterly true. It's probably not the best one I've got either, but...I tend to be the one needing saving."

[othercaptjack]

"Yeah?" Jack asks, reappearing with her drink, mysteriously.

(Under the bar is like a mystical land, some places.)

"That's bad luck. Still, you contribute! That's what counts. Here."

[coreenfennel.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Sorry about the delay. I've had finals and graduation...I'd be happy to continue? :D?]

She takes the drink and smiles. "It really is about putting the effort in. As long as the world gets saved in the end, it's less about the how's and why's..."