Happy Hour!!

[hey35andholding]

Clementine wasn't planning on doing anything today but sift through the pile of beads she'd absconded with during her last bust (There was a guy in a cow costume and exposed udders. If you REALLY want the details, she'll tell). When she heads to the bar for a shot of whiskey, she's confronted by a napkin.

Your turn, it reads.

Thanks to Sonya, she knows the bar's alive, but it's a little disconcerting. "No. Thank. You. I'm off the clock."

Another napkin reads: Uh-uh. I know how thick your tab is...

"But..."

Sorry, it's your turn. A girl needs her beauty sleep.

Clemmie frowns at the sentient chunk of wood as she slips behind the bar and prepares a menu. Having been a drink girl at any number of fine establishments in Reno, she knows the drill fairly well. The chalkboard behind her reads the following, written in bright pink chalk:

Happy Hour

Specials:

Dirty Blonde Slut

Green-Eyed Blonde

Pink Police

Reno-Native Craft Beers (Buckbean Brewing, etc., ask server for recommendations)

She later adds below it in purple chalk:

* Law enforcement, magicians and exotic dancers drink 1/2 off.

* Add one string of Mardi Gras beads to your order for $1!

There's more than one way to skin a cat, Clementine decides, as she shouts, "happy hour is ON."

[OOC: Will be spotty for the next half-hour, but after that will be around all night, going to slowtimes around 4AM EST! Accepting fresh tags to this post for 24 hours with instaslows applied after that.]

[Tiny tag of WTF am I getting into: Clementine Johnson]

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[morethanprops]

Moist looks up from his reading of various brochures when she shouts,

"It seems to be. Where's Reno?"

He's in the shirt sleeves of his second best suit and smiles, she's wearing quite an outfit.

[hey35andholding]

Clementine's still not used to the fact that she's not technically in Reno anymore. "The most glamorous place in Nevada," she says. "Home of neon, gambling, and...me."

To Clem, this is just her uniform, but she has to admit she likes the attention she gets out of it. He doesn't look to bad himself, and she can't resist giving him a quick once-over.

[morethanprops]

"Nevada, is that on Earth?"

Moist does his best to look ordinary and smart, a good businessman is put together.

[hey35andholding]

"Yep. Out in the desert." He does indeed look pretty natty. She wonders how high his FICO score is for a second.

[morethanprops]

"And you mentioned gambling? That must make for a busy place to be the law,"

The sort of place where there's always someone up to something, Moist would probably fit right in.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Sorry. I don't qualify for any of those. Any chance of a discount for reporters?" If Knox seems chipper, don't let that fool you entirely. He still misses Rapunzel desperately. But having a good story to chase does a bit to cheer him a little.

[hey35andholding]

"Well," she smirks, "that depends on who you work for. Are you TV or newspaper?" She makes brief note of the chipperness - she's slightly less so, but eh, when in Rome.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Newspaper. Please. Do I have a face for TV?" Or the airheaded personality, for that matter?

[hey35andholding]

Hey, Clemmie's best friends are airheads. "Oh, don't be so hard on yourself, you look damn good. And we have a dogface hosting the weather on Channel nine, so you can never tell." She smirks. "Since you've been so nice, I'll cop you a plea deal. How does fifteen percent off sound?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"It sounds good, officer. But don't get any ideas about me. My lady is out there somewhere and I am gonna wait till she gets back." He says this with a smile, to show he is just kidding around.

Only not entirely. Time was a comment like that would have snagged him too easily. That time passed four years ago.

"Let me try one of those local brews. The best beer I ever had was a local brew from Gotham, only available here since the brewery closed in 1977."

[a1enzo]

"Do trainee heroes count?" says the tall green teen who's still stuck in his prince costume. He gestures at the badge which is, at least, still on his chest (not that it's likely to mean anything to her).

[hey35andholding]

"Well..." Clemmie turns around and manages rather successfully to hide her surprise at the fact that she's being confronted by a green teenager. She shrugs. "I never liked rules. What would you like?"

[a1enzo]

Green teenager who looks more like a plastic mannequin than a biological organism, no less.

Enzo grins. "Root dir float. Digital ingredients're down there." He leans over the bar to indicate the appropriate section.

[hey35andholding]

Years of working in law enforcement plus seeing Anything and everything As a groupie will jade you - to a degree.

"Right," she says, ducking under the bar and rummaging through the refrigerator. They really DO have everything in this place. She finds the necessary ingredients and manages to get them all together in a way that's elegant, even sort of artful. She slides the drink down to him. "So, where are you from?" The usual barroom patter works universally...she hopes.

[a1enzo]

And Enzo certainly does not remain leaning over the bar while she is finding the stuff. User forbid.

"Cyberspace. My system's called Mainframe, but it's really a small PC. It's in Vancouver," he adds, so that she has some frame of reference, "but that doesn't really mean anything on the inside. How 'bout you?"

[wildwld-gadgets.livejournal.com]

"Well I suppose I'm a member of law enforcement but I'm afraid I have no way of proving it," Artemus says with a tip of his hat.

[hey35andholding]

"Hey, it's a free world. I'll take you at your word." She makes an awkward half-curtsy back. "What can I get you?"

[wildwld-gadgets.livejournal.com]

"Actually I'd be curious about beers. Reno has it's own brewers now?"

[hey35andholding]

"Yep. They're all microbrews, but they're breweries."

She starts digging around in the cooler. "Pale ale or lager?"

[wildwld-gadgets.livejournal.com]

"That's pretty impressive. Where I'm from there's not much to Nevada but mines. How about we start with a lager? I'm Artemus by the way, Artemus Gordon."

[theflyingsquirl]

Finally, a drink for someone like him.

Well, he's a blonde anyway. Tall, with that comic-book-hero kind of muscle--and squirrel ears, claws and tail. Maybe the zoo let out early or something.

"If you're all three, do you get a free drink?" Squirrel asks.

[hey35andholding]

Clementine eyes the guy briefly. "Well, maybe. Convince me."

[theflyingsquirl]

He takes out his wallet, and from it an (actually real) ID card listing him as the governor of Pennsylvania.

"I can fly, just not in here," he says as he holds the card out. "Well, okay, that's not so much magician in the ordinary sense as it is circus-performer, but let's just say I've been seen by a lot of people in very little spandex. There's no accounting for some people's tastes."

[hey35andholding]

"Hmmm..." She eyes the ID. Eyes him.

Shrugs. "Yeah, I've been there when it comes to the spandex thing. All right. What would you like?"

[theflyingsquirl]

"Surprise me," he says as he puts his ID away again. "Just nothing too strong. I've got a reputation to uphold."

Such as it is.

"You look new."