[ 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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[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."