[ 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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[yosafbridge]

She doesn't glance away as she leans down to sip through the straw - then nods, presenting her pleased verdict.

"Leave it to you to make the Bible sound appealing."

[almosthonorable]

"The Commandments put you off it? Or was it all just too preachy?"

[yosafbridge]

"I've learned to use its contents when it suits me. You'd be surprised what quoting the Bible can get you."

Like a certain space captain - almost.

[almosthonorable]

Ben's no stranger to bending the Word to fit his agenda.

"I wouldn't say I'm surprised, so much as pleased, most times."

[yosafbridge]

"Just like this milkshake," she adds, sipping again, her lips drawing closed just so around that straw.

"Surprisingly pleasant."