[ 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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[hadyougoing]

Ava is still giggling a little too much to have taken her first stab at obliterating her whipped cream. (Also: Her face has gone sort of red. Any more of this and the shade she achieves will be actively worrying to bystanders.)

"Nothing!" she decides.

"Nope. Nothing."

[almosthonorable]

Oh, but a blind man could see through that deflective front.

And Ben isn't blind.

"You," he says, pointing a finger in Ava's direction, "are keepin' secrets over there."

[hadyougoing]

... And that, in her current state of hilarity, just causes her to crack up more.

"Ben Talldarkandcowboy Wade!" she protests.

"Would I do that? To you?"

(She snags the cherry, but still has a hard time looking at the whipped cream without her lips twitching. Still, she's gonna have to eat it before it dribbles down the sides of the glass.)

[almosthonorable]

Ben nods, somewhat solemn.

"I'm afraid you would."

He lifts one of the shot glasses full of whipped cream, giving Ava a pointed look over its sugar-capped rim.

"Like now."

[hadyougoing]

Ava giggles.

Maybe later, this will give Ben the impression that she's a bad liar-- a thought which further tickles her.

"Uhhh," she says.

"Basically? This drink here," with a tap to the side of the glass, "is a way, way bigger version of ... one they make back on my world."

She finally goes for some of the whipped cream, though only because it's rapidly becoming structurally unsound.

"It's good," she informs him, angelically.

[almosthonorable]

Ben's face says he only mostly believes her, but he'll let this dodge slide by.

"Do you play cards, Miss Ava?"

[hadyougoing]

"Not very well," she says, making a face.

Kate Barlow is or was handwvavily teaching her! Merc rocks at finishing threads.

Pleasant, "Yet. Why?"

[almosthonorable]

"No reason."

A half-smirk.

"I'm just tryin' to decide if you'd be a prodigy at 'em, or downright godawful."

[hadyougoing]

Ava smiles right back at him.

"I happen to have a loooong track record of pretty awesome poker faces," she informs him.

Beat.

"Just not in the exact context of poker."

[almosthonorable]

"Moonlightin' as a politician, are you?"

[hadyougoing]

She laughs.

"I don't think I could be that ... oily." The word oily is accompanied by a crinkling of her nose.

[almosthonorable]

"And thank heaven and hell for that."

Ben has a similar opinion of political blowhards, see.

[hadyougoing]

Ava grins, directing her attention momentarily to her milkshake.

"This is really good," she sighs.

You know, speaking of card games and politicking--

"Can I ask you a question?"

[almosthonorable]

Ben swallows a mouthful of Reddi-Wip (and Judas Iscariot in a burlap sack, is that sweet by itself).

Putting down the empty shot glass, he nods.

[hadyougoing]

Ava smiles.

"Do you have any advice about heists?"

[almosthonorable]

"Well, I am in the business of makin' money."

A pause.

"Are you askin' out of plain old curiosity, or because you're plannin' one of your own?"

[hadyougoing]

"Wellll," Ava says, smile growing a little broader and a little brighter.

"I'm not planning, exactly. More like ... pre-planning. Theorizing?" Pre-gaming! "I thought I'd ask an expert."