Happy hour, Sam Axe and Clementine Johnson.

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam smiles as he walks in. Having a tux on, he was coming back from Hawaii and when he walks to the bar to thank her for getting them there he sees the note. Okay he can do Happy hour. Why is he in his tux? He wishes he could change but that just isn’t a choice right now. Getting the pen he does the special board.

 

Nightly Specials.

Mojitos

Any domestic beer (domestic to Sam)

Bloody Mary’s

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Clementine stumbles in two seconds later, wearing a black sundress and sandals.  She glances at Sam, at the specials, and scribbles the following under what he's written.
    "Me too."  She's eloquent and she's just a little sunbaked. 

[ooc: We are both here. You can have one or both. Just let us know. Open forever and thread hopping (Given who they are maybe even bed hopping) is encouraged. We're both in Crackchat and Pingable.]

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[hey35andholding]

Clementine leans up and back, kissing his neck. "Happy birthday, by the way." She actually knows when his birthday is - they have indeed come a long way.

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

He smiles and wraps his arm around her resting his hand on her hip. "Thank you Doll, I guess we're this a working birthday."

[hey35andholding]

"It could be worse. You could be working-working. Playing with booze is probably an extension of this vacation for you." She bends over to get a beer. Slowly. She's still got a lot of showgirl in her.

[hoopsonfire]

Look.

Vampire.

Or, 'goth-makeup pale girl' for the one who did not meet her yet.

Either way, she slips onto a seat, gazing at nothing. Entertained with shards of a broken mind.

Hers.

[hey35andholding]

Ohhh, Clem remembers her.

Ha ha.

This is going to be fun.

(She hasn't explained her to Sam yet)

"Well, hi there. What can I get you?"

[hoopsonfire]

She takes... a moment to focus, and does so with a faint smile to Clem. "Vodka. And that bottled lie."

TruBlood, right...

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Clem. Undercover, or off duty?" Knox is a rather well-worn button-down shirt and looks like a beer is in order.

[hey35andholding]

"Off duty," she smirks. "How's it going? And what can I get you?"

[respectthegun]

"Is this where we have to guess where you're from in order to get a beer?"

He doesn't sound annoyed, so much as already bored of not having a drink. And he's pulling an ashtray towards him, his pack of cigarettes already out on the bar.

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam then nods. "Yeah or just ask, I'm from the US any thing made in it counts. Have a pick or tenders choice?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Grey hair and a number of facial scars aside, the short (5'3") Korean-looking girl in the dark green jumpsuit looks like she's about twenty at most as she peers up at the board. "Okay," she says hesitantly, "I think I'm missing something here. What makes beer domestic? Are the plants involved grown on farms instead of gathered in the wild or something?"

[respectthegun]

"Means it ain't been imported," Lawton chiimes in from down the bar.

"This one's on me."

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam looks at her then leans against the bar with a grin.

"What can I get you? That Gentleman is correct."

[morethanprops]

Moist looks them both over from where he's reading his paper and smirks,

"Are you having a good holiday?"

[hey35andholding]

Clementine smirks. "The best. How're you doing?" she points to her quasi-boyfriend. "That's Sam."

[merlinianblood.livejournal.com]

Look, Clem!

It's Dave!

He is wearing the most apologetic of looks as he approaches the bar, complete with sheepish, back-of-the-neck rubbing! But that latter part is mostly just in case the Big Guy Over There decides to look Dave's way. Look, Big Guy! Dave is not a threat at all!

Yay!

"I'm sorry I accused you of being a hallucination."

[hey35andholding]

Clementine can't help but grin. "Most men think I'm a mirage," she laughs. "This is Sam, Sam, this is Dave - he falls on top of people."

[starrydome]

"Lady Clementine," She gets a solemn nod. And a less solemn smile. Sam gets his own nod.

The elf lord isn't dressed up but even Imladris casual looks pretty formal. Blue silk, silver embroidery. His hair is pinned back with tiny, glittering stars.

"I should like a beer, I think."

[hey35andholding]

She smiles at Elrond. "Sam'll get you one. How're things back in Middle Earth." As a young goth, Clem never imagined she'd ever get to say those words in real life, but there you go.

[student_of_impossibility]

This young man is not dressed as snappily as Sam or Clem. In fact, he's in an old and somewhat dirty red tunic, lined with blue--it looks like a uniform. He, the tunic, and the short-sword at his side all have a faintly Roman cast, although the rest of his outfit (boots and pants especially) look rather more medieval.

When he speaks, his rich baritone is relaxed. "And what," he asks, "does 'domestic to Sam' entail, in this case?"

His bright green eyes are crinkled slightly with amusement.

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam smiles and then looks at him and nods as he looks at him.

"It means Anything brewed in the USA on earth."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart doesn't even consider beer. 'Domestic' sounds very dubious.

"What's that Mojito?" he asks, winking at Clementine.

[hey35andholding]

Clementine manages not to facepalm. Is every guy she ever boffed gonna show up tonight? She glances quickly at Sam, but doesn't add anything to the conversation.

[divisionrogue.livejournal.com]

Nikita limps into the bar, one hand holding the black-box jump drive, the other wrapped around her Glock, feet bleeding, cuts on her pale pajamas, and gritting her teeth. Not her best night ever.

"Scotch. A first-aid kit. And a robe. Please."

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

He then looks around and goes to his room and gets her his robe, and first-aid kit.

"Neat, or on the rocks?"

From her looks water mixed in simply isn't a choice.