[ 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.) ]

Comments

[ellectrical]

She shrugs one shoulder.

"Bar's letting you be back there."

[almosthonorable]

He quirks an eyebrow.

"She doesn't invite you, sometimes?"

[ellectrical]

"She did once."

Beat.

"A while ago."

And somehow never since! It's a mystery.

[almosthonorable]

A second eyebrow joins the first.

"Don't tell me you upset her while you were back here."

He's mostly teasing.

[ellectrical]

"I don't think she's mad."

Elle shrugs. "But I think I'm not very good at it."

[almosthonorable]

"With the drinks, or with the people?"

With Elle, it may go either way.

Or both.

[ellectrical]

Elle only answers that with a sly smile.

(It's probably both.)

"Are you good at both?"