[ happy hour ]

[almosthonorable]

Ben’s behind the bar tonight; he’s been more coaxed than coerced — as evidenced by the impressive herd of My Little Ponies littering the counter.

Opportunist that he is, he may as well entertain himself while he’s here.

He turns to the specials board, smirking to himself as he scribbles:

Name a pony.

How much you pay for your drink of choice depends on how much I like your suggestion.

[ tiny tag: william evans ]

[ ooc: open till 10 p.m. EST ; as always, thread-hopping is encouraged! annnnd, closed ; much love to everyone for tagging! all slows will be picked up ASAP tomorrow for those who want 'em. ]

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[scurlock]

"...didn't really take you for a rancher, Ben Wade."

Doc busies himself with climbing up onto a barstool (the blue flannel is a bit more modern than Ben might be used to seeing Doc in, but it's warm and that's all that matters) and searching for his cigarettes.

"But I have to say, all the pink hair and glitter seems t'suit you."

[almosthonorable]

Ben doesn't look up from the swizzle-stick corral he is slowly but surely building.

"There's brushes, if you're up to givin' 'em a groom."

[scurlock]

"Huh. Guess they think of everythin'."

Chest pocket, side pockets, inner pockets. No cigarettes.

Doc scowls as he pats himself down once again, just to be sure.

"You don't gotta feed 'em, do you?"

Plastic carrots and paper hay, he'd assume if you did.

[not_his_pa]

William just wants a coffee, Mark's coughing and neither of them have been sleeping enough and the weather's just cold.

So he almost turns around when he sees behind the Bar and then stares at all the little horses.

[almosthonorable]

Ben puts down a blue pony — maybe he'll call her Periwinkle? — and spots William.

"Your eyes bigger than your thirst tonight?"

[not_his_pa]

"Just wanted a coffee. Why do you have all those toys?"

[aimedforthemoon]

"English or Russian?" a certain pilot says, bracing her elbows on the Bar.

[almosthonorable]

Ben glances up, his eyes warming along with his smile.

"For you? Either."

Half a beat.

"Hell, maybe both."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Girl pony or boy?"

[hadyougoing]

"Hey!" Ava says brightly, before her attention is diverted rapidly to the ponies and the sign.

Then she just starts snickering.

[almosthonorable]

Ava gets a slow-spreading smile.

"Evenin', Sparkle-head."

He's waiting for the inevitable dig; knowing Ava, whatever's about to come out of her mouth will be gold.

[hadyougoing]

"That's my least favorite nickname," she complains, although: wearing the silver headband.

She glances to the ponies and starts to grin again.

"So, uh, is this a midlife crisis thing for cowboys?"

[alotofgood]

James gives a good look at the colourful plastic ponies, wondering why they aren't moving around, or doing much of anything.

Must be a Muggle thing.

"You know," he says to the barkeep, "I've always liked the name 'Elvendork'. You can use it for both a boy or a girl."

[almosthonorable]

"You do get bonus points for bein' original," Ben says, looking up from the Popsicle-stick barn he's currently working on.

"Which one would be Elvendork?"

[alotofgood]

Hmm.

That's a good question.

"That green one, I suppose. With the four-leaf clover on its arse," he says, gesturing.

[yosafbridge]

"Strapped for names?"

She clucks her tongue, a soft tsk-ing sound.

"And here I thought you were an overflowing fount of creativity."

[almosthonorable]

"Well, well, Sassafras."

Ben's smirking outright.

"Sounds like you might be the one strapped for names at the moment — surely you're not stallin'?"

[yosafbridge]

She raises an eyebrow.

"Give me a horse, I'll give you a name."

[scots_wolf]

W? T? F?!!!

Urquhart really just wants a drink, and stares with amazement at the bar.

It is colourful. Not in a good way.

[almosthonorable]

Ben, enamored with his current project — it involves separating the horses by color, then by height — looks up momentarily.

"They don't bite."

[scots_wolf]

"I know," Urquhart says. "They look like toys for little children."

Those colours are not good for the mind!

[ellectrical]

Elle hasn't even managed to sling her backpack from her shoulders before she's poking at a very bright pink pony.

She also likely hasn't seen the sign. Elle can be easily distracted.

[almosthonorable]

Ben's expression brightens at her arrival.

After giving Elle a moment or three alone with the pony: "Nice to see you, too, Little Britches."

[longtonguedog]

Did you know that a pair of bushy white eyebrows can actually make a sound when they scrubch together that tight?

"You know, somewhere there's a twelve year old girl who is missing her entire stable?"

(ooc: immediate slow, just wanted to get in line for the slows. <3)

[almosthonorable]

Ben looks up from the impromptu chariot race — it's best not to ask exactly where he procured said chariots — and chuckles.

"Now, now, I'd hate to think I've gone and made a little girl cry."


[ ooc: no worries in the slightest, m'dear! eee, earl. ]