Happy Hour!

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When Lois walks in, she looks a little frazzled--but she's smiling. The last few days have sucked on an epic level, but at least she had a great homemade dinner, and at least she's not kicked out of the house.

Even if she's still sneezing off the residue of Shelby jumping all over her.

So when she sits down at the Bar and orders some orange juice, she is quite surprised to get a little napkin. Frowning at it, she tilts her head. "Really? Sure, I've done it before. I just thought--" Another napkin. and Lois grins.

"Okay, now we're talking!"

Today's Specials:
Harpoon India Pale Ale
Screwdriver
Tequila Sunrise
Cocktail made to order

With a satisfied look, Lois brushes chalk off her hands. "Happy Hour is a go, everyone!" she calls

About fifteen minutes after the shift starts, though, another line appears beneath the specials:

Half-off for buying the bartender a drink.

Tiny tag: Lois Lane

Comments

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"I'd come here on purpose if it turned up more," Lois agrees. "Since I got punted from Met U all I've got with any regularity--without driving for ages to get to Metropolis--is a coffee shop. And... okay, it's got great coffee, but a little variety is nice."

Also, Lois can take only so much melodrama.

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"I can understand that," Ellen agrees. "I grew up in a pretty small community. Sooner or later, you kind of want something other than the same diner as the last dozen times, you know?"

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"God yes." She huffs in exasperation. "I grew up all over the world, and now just one little town and the same set of places all the time? Driving me crazy."

Beat.

"Even if the home-cooked meals are pretty spiffy."

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"Well, you manage, I guess," Ellen says. "Finding a way out isn't always as easy as some people seem to think."

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"Yeah, it's not. But I've managed so far--and I'll take tanks with me if I have to."