[ happy hour ]

[almosthonorable]

Not one to pass up a good business opportunity, Ben’s behind the counter, aiming to earn some credit toward what’s left of his tab.

Specials
† bourbon
† milkshakes
† bourbon milkshakes


The bar is fairly quiet at the moment, so Ben’s leaning on one elbow, doodling on a napkin.


[ tiny tags: gene hunt, mark hoffman, moist von lipwig ]


[ ooc: have at, guys — open till 8:30 p.m. est; tag away, and feel free to threadhop all over the place!

eta, 8:33 p.m.: AHAHA, you people. THANK YOU ALL. closed to new threads, but i'll be hitting these as i can before bed tonight, and tagging back all slows tomorrow for those who want 'em! ♥! (threadhopping, o' course, is still encouraged.) ]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"So I gotta ask...what goes into a bourbon milkshake." Knox's coat and hat are soaked. His newspaper is miraculously dry.

[almosthonorable]

Glancing up from his scarily accurate rendering of a three-legged wait-rat, Ben gives the man a nod in greeting.

He looks at the board, then back to his customer.

"And here I was hopin' it'd be self-evident."

[morethanprops]

Moist is looking rather smug and happy when he spots Ben behind the counter,

"What's a milkshake?"

Today he's in the shirtsleeves of his second best suit and looking dapper.

[almosthonorable]

"It's delicious," Ben says, without looking up or missing a beat.

He lifts his eyes to Moist, and tips his head in the man's direction.

"You like cold, sweet drinks, Spangler?"

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Now don't tell me you've gone soft since I've been gone."

Bourbon, Ben? Really?

[almosthonorable]

"Jesus Christ and all the Disciples."

[morethanprops]

Moist raises an eyebrow at that declaration from the man in the rather tight pants,

"What would make him hard again?"

Its only flirting if you squint.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen's in her Vault suit and leather coat; Mr. Benton's armor is good for training sessions, but when the day's drill and work is over, she's awfully happy to get out of it. She blinks up at the specials board a few times.

Bourbon milkshakes. Seriously. Who would do that to poor unsuspecting bourbon?

"Um. Could I just get the bourbon, please? The other... I'm not big on milkshakes."

[almosthonorable]

Ben nods, reaching for a lowball glass.

"Bourbon it is, Miss Ellen. Any preferences on the brand, or you feel like bein' surprised?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox overhears the order and after she's gotten her drink, he nods at her. "Good thinking, keeping those things separate."

[hadyougoing]

"Heya, Talldarkandcowboy!"

Merc's phone had the word 'Talldarkandcowboy' programmed into it from last thread.

"Bourbon milkshake please."

[almosthonorable]

Ben looks up.

And grins.

"Evenin', Sparkle. Have I told you you've got good taste?"

[the_gene_genie]

'I'll 'ave a Scotch,' says the man, dumping himself down on a stool gracelessly and lighting the fag hanging out of his mouth.

'An' don't go puttin' any milk in it, alrigh'?'

[almosthonorable]

Ben slides over an ashtray; nodding, he reaches for a bottle of good Scotch.

" -- folks put milk in it?"

[diced_tartan]

"I can't imagine the effect that stuff has on your system," a familiar London accent says absently.

He's off the crutches already, and busy working on a crossword. In fact, he hasn't even looked up from it.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"The only thing milk might possibly be good in is a cup of caf," Han comments.

(He's agreeing with the gentleman -- though there's nothing gentle at all about Gene's appearance -- a few stools down.)

[diced_tartan]

"Do you do tea?" Nicholas asks as he slides up to the bar with a newspaper.

[almosthonorable]

Cheerfully, "I don't."

A beat.

"But I could probably rustle up some."

Maybe.

As Ben rummages behind the counter, he tosses a glance over his shoulder.

"Any kind in particular?"

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"There's gotta be something better than plant water behind that bar," Han comments, from a few barstools over.

[mogget_cat]

There may be a fuzzy weight against Ben's ankle, careful of whatever spurs there may be.

"Might one skip the bourbon and the shake, and just have the milk?"

[almosthonorable]

Ben glances down, then chuckles.

"You know, I think maybe I could do that, but only 'cause it's you."

[ellectrical]

At one end of the Bar, Elle is resting her head in her hand, and watching him doodle. She doesn't say anything, not an order or even something like, 'Hi.'

It might be because she forgot.

[almosthonorable]

Ben is intent on his latest incarnation of what might be the fourth robot horse he's drawn tonight.

At length, he slides over the napkin for Elle's inspection.

"You think I should start doin' this for a livin', or stick to robbin' trains?"

IDK. I had to even if it's ubershort and made of fail? XD

[frmthebeginning.livejournal.com]

What?

A bartender?

An actual human bartender


"....Scotch." Mark may or may not have approached cautiously. He may or may not have looked like an ass doing it.

[ completely a-okay! i'm just sorry for my lag! ]

[almosthonorable]

An upward glance, and Ben nods.

Reaching for a nearby bottle of the good stuff, he pours out a couple fingers' worth.

"You avoidin' somebody down here, or are they avoidin' you?"

[longtonguedog]

"Y'know, I ain't never had a bourbon milkshake."

[almosthonorable]

"That," Ben says, looking up from his intricate, vaguely Escher-esque sketch of a three-headed alligator climbing a spiral staircase, "is a shame if I've ever heard one."

[yosafbridge]

"Well, no one can say you're not aiming for a theme."

She finds a free stool and slips in, fingertips skimming across the bartop.

[almosthonorable]

Ben turns to her, a slow smile curving his mouth.

"I'm aimin' to please, Sassafras."