Happy Hour

[sidhe_king]

When Fin comes up to the bar and is presented with a note asking him to bartend, he has to consider it for a moment; eventually he agrees and idly flips through a book of drinks until he finds the ones he likes.

Specials:
Fairy Fizz
Irish Kiss
Whiskey

That done, he settles back into leaning on the bar and calls out, "Happy hour! Pick your poison."

Comments

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart leans on the bar and grins broadly at Fin.

"I think today it's completely safe to accept food or drink from a fairy," he says. "I'll have the Irish Kiss first."

[sidhe_king]

"I'd wager anything from back here hardly has the same effect," he answers with a quirk of his mouth as he reaches for a glass, and pushes the shot towards Urquhart once it's done.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart drinks.

"Hmm," he says. "Now I'd like an actual Irish kiss, and a glass of whiskey."

[sidhe_king]

"Didn't I just give you one of those?" Fin asks with a mild eyebrow raise. "You'll have to specify what kind of whiskey you want."

[scots_wolf]

"I was asking for a kiss, not a drink," Urquhart says, smiling. "And I'd like some nice Irish whiskey, something that you can recommend, from near your home?"

[sidhe_king]

"Perhaps when I am not on this side of the bar," he says lightly. "One from the Nun's Island Distillery should do you fine."

He slides the glass across with a push of his fingers. "Try it."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sips.

"This is excellent," he says. "I'll wait."

[sidhe_king]

"'Tis from County Galway, same as I am," he says.

"Ye might be waiting quite the while."

[scots_wolf]

"I think it's worth it!" Urquhart says, taking another sip of the whiskey.

Leaving it open whether he means the whiskey, or the potential kiss.

[sidhe_king]

"How would you know? I've not given you one yet," he teases, with that same mercurial little smile.

[scots_wolf]

"That's perhaps why it's worth it?" Urquhart suggests. "I want to know!"

[sidhe_king]

Fin just laughs. "So impatient," he chuckles.

[scots_wolf]

"I will wait," Urquhart says. "As long as it takes. Is that impatient?"

[sidhe_king]

"Nay, but your exclamation of wanting to know was," he laughs, and taps his cheek. "One here, then. But what do I get in return for giving one to you?"

[scots_wolf]

"What would you like?" Urquhart asks. "Come on, fairy, name a fairy price!"

[sidhe_king]

"From you? I'm unsure as yet," he says. "Maybe the color of your eyes."

Fin is just playing with that suggestion, but he might take it.

[scots_wolf]

"What would you do with it?" Urquhart asks.

[sidhe_king]

"Use it, obviously," he says. "What else?"

[scots_wolf]

"What use is the colour of another man's eyes to you?" Urquhart asks.

[sidhe_king]

"Oh, it might have many uses," he says. "Why do you ask?"

[scots_wolf]

"Perhaps I'm vain," Urquhart says, "and I'm imagining a great, lovely fairy cloak that's dyed with the colour of my eyes?"

[sidhe_king]

"Perhaps," he chuckles. "But then you would owe me another payment," Fin laughs.

He'd do it, though. Just maybe. (There's no guarantee that he'd actually get the cloak if Fin made it, but that wasn't in the deal.)

[scots_wolf]

He doesn't want the cloak; he imagines a very lovely fairy lad or lady wearing it...

"You drive a hard bargain," he says, winking at Fin.

[sidhe_king]

He only chuckles. "You're persuasive," he answers, leaning on his arms over the bar. "Do you agree to my terms?"

[scots_wolf]

"I do," Urquhart says, leaning his own arm alongside Fin's, but not quite touching.

[sidhe_king]

"Mmm. Good," he says, leaning over and kissing Urquhart's cheek lightly before standing up again, considering his eye color.

"Look at me," Fin tells him.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart looks at him from close by.

His eyes are amber, like a wolf's, calm animal eyes that some people with a hyperactive imagination have described as 'dead'.

[sidhe_king]

They aren't for much longer; Fin holds a little ball of amber light in his hands, and Urquhart's eyes--not that he can see them--are a gentle grey.

Given it's not permanent, it shouldn't be terribly problematic. (Not that the sidhe would really care either way.)

[scots_wolf]

"The colour already looks lovely in your hand..." Urquhart says.

[sidhe_king]

The ball doesn't react to gravity, as it doesn't have weight, but neither does it rise up in the air. "It shall look lovely in many things."

He drops the little sphere into a spare glass and turns the glass upside down, watching the ball float placidly.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is watching, fascinated. "It already looks lovely all by itself, as a bit of fairy magic," he says.

[sidhe_king]

"As it should," Fin says lightly. "I shall have to show you what it makes."

[scots_wolf]

"I am curious!" Urquhart says. "And then, I shall be very flattered."

[sidhe_king]

"You assume I shall make something for you?"

[scots_wolf]

"Oh no," Urquhart says. "I'll be flattered to see lovely fairy craft done with the colour of my eyes, that is all. I don't want anything. Just to look and admire."

[sidhe_king]

Fin laughs. "All right then."

[scots_wolf]

"Good," Urquhart says. "I like fairies, and what they make."

[sidhe_king]

"So it appears you do," he chuckles.

[scots_wolf]

"Fairies are fun," Urquhart says. "Especially as they are rather unpredictable."

Urquhart, it has been said often enough, does like an edge.

[sidhe_king]

"Well, perhaps you shall continue to think that," he says. "But I make no guarantee."

[scots_wolf]

"Oh," Urquhart says, "you make no guarantee for being unpredictable? Are you planning to become predictable?"

[sidhe_king]

"I make no guarantee for anything," he says with a bright laugh.

[scots_wolf]

"That is unpredictable!" Urquhart laughs.

[sidhe_king]

"I know," he laughs.

[scots_wolf]

"You tie knots in my brain," Urquhart says. "It's a fun feeling!"

Then, he takes himself, the whiskey, and the memory of a fleeting kiss back to the fireside, to sprawl in a comfortable chair and enjoy.