Happy Hour

[7twistedwishes]

There is a woman in a daring red cocktail dress behind the counter, ready for the customers of the night. The specials board is set up as well with a theme.



SPECIALS

- Red Apple;

- Flaming Fruit Trees;

- Low Latitude Lust;

Pure vodka, tequila and bourbon, half-off.



"Happy Hour is open, dears. Come have a drink."



[ Open until it falls off ]

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[not_a_hologram]

One pilot in a loud Hawaiian shirt and khakis, lighting a cigarette as he approaches the bar.

The specials board gets a brief glance, but he is a man with an appreciation for the female form, so the bartender gets more of his attention tonight.

"Bourbon sounds good."

[7twistedwishes]

"Bourbon is good, if it's the real thing." The bartender even seems to pose a moment, before reaching for the glass and bottle. "Here you go, darling." She does an artful pour, setting the glass on a napkin.

And, she does not insult Al by asking if he wants to somehow taint or dilute his drink.

[not_a_hologram]

"Thanks," he says with a bit of a smile--he's not in a very cheerful mood, but it would be rude not to show his gratitude for a drink well-poured.

And he is certainly grateful for the alcohol.

[7twistedwishes]

"You are welcome." She leans to the counter, looking at him. "Should I parade myself around a bit, or you feel like telling your bartender why you look less than happy?"

[not_a_hologram]

"Well, it's..."

He sips his drink.

"It's nothing, really. Just a bad day."

[7twistedwishes]

"Well, if you change your mind, just whistle for me." The Devil winks, moving away to serve other patrons for a bit.

[not_a_hologram]

He watches her, as he drinks.

It's so nice to be out in the world again, a world that has women in it--after eight years away, it's taking some getting used to again.

But eventually he empties his glass, and when she seems to have a minute, will attempt to wave her over for a refill.

[7twistedwishes]

The Devil sashays over to him, smiling brightly. "Another one, sugar?"

[not_a_hologram]

"Thanks."

He holds the glass out.

"Have we met before? You seem really familiar."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, maybe... I travel a lot." She takes the glass, fingernails brushing his skin. "But I also have one of those faces..."

...one of those hard to forget?

[not_a_hologram]

He'd sure agree with the unforgettable part. And he's known a lot of pretty girls.

"Ever been to San Diego?" he asks.

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, yes. I live in San Francisco, and love all of California. Maybe we did meet somewhere, sometime." It would not be too hard, a brief encounter a brush down a hallway, a look across a crowded room...

[not_a_hologram]

"I used to be stationed in San Diego," he says. "Spent a lot of time down at the beach, La Jolla, Torrey Pines. You know, keeping myself out of trouble."

For the most part.

"Most beautiful beaches I've ever seen."

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings," Teja says, leaning on the counter.

"I would have a thing with no vodka in. Tequila, I may drink."

[7twistedwishes]

"Flaming Fruit Trees has no vodka. But Tequila it will be, if you prefer." Hopefully Teja will not mind a kiss to the cheek. "How are you, Your Majesty?"

[ostro_goth]

No, he does not mind.-

"Those Flaming Fruit Trees it shall be, then," Teja says.

He knows of no lewd side-meanings to 'flaming' or 'fruit'.

"And I am worse than I was," he then adds. "But also, I am much better than ever. I have access to the world of my people, at their time."

[7twistedwishes]

because there is not any: that drink was left there to be misdirecting.

...

What? She's The Devil! "Oh, dear... I hope that does not mean you are leaving Milliways." She gathers the ingredients, mixing them quickly.

"Count to five and blow it out." And Eshara lights the glass on fire; after Teja puts the fire out, the straw is added.

[ostro_goth]

Teja does as told.

"Oh, no," he says, "I cannot stay -- I am hardly more than a ghost there, and would fade after some days. This is my home now; but at least, I might visit those that were dearest to me in my life."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, good... I would very much miss you." She winks, leaning to the counter.

[ostro_goth]

"And I would miss my friends from this place, also," Teja says, "even though I no longer have a lover to miss."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, dear..." The Devil laughs softly, leaning over the counter. "You should really, really not say such things around me, Your Majesty."

[ostro_goth]

"Why not?" Teja says, amused. "You would not try to seduce me."

[7twistedwishes]

"Actually, I would not try to seduce you when you had a lover." She taps his chin with a finger. "I'd not make you cheat or betray someone."

[ostro_goth]

"Very principled," Teja says. "But I would not be seduced now, either."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh well." Dramatic sigh. "I must be really losing my touch. A sign of times."