Happy Hour, Cubefall Edition!

[ikissdhimbck]

It's been a pleasant enough month. After all the hullabaloo of the Shindig cleared out, Kate took some time to herself to relax. She's been around, in and out of the stables as usual, but mostly sticking to the libraries and her room.

She's pleased when she comes downstairs and gets a reminder of just what the date is.

The familiar screen pops up:

Hello! Welcome to Milliways. Today, Milliways marks the Cybertronian holiday of Cubefall, the anniversary of the day upon which the Allspark first landed on the rocky world that would become Cybertron. Would you like to sample some possible reconfigurations? (y/n)





Kate grins, taking some time to pore over the choices. The robot is a little unsettling; the horse is tempting. She was a fella two years back for the holiday, and she actually quite enjoyed the experience. Folk always like to compare what a woman can do to what a man can do. Getting some actual idea of what the differences really are...

She chews on her lip, and hits the series of buttons it takes to reconfigure her. Hell if she won't have some more fun with this.

When it's done, a napkin pops up on the Bar.

"Y'jus' like askin' me when I'm tall 'nough t'reach the shelves, don't you?" 'he' grumbles, not without amusement.

He leaps over the counter spryly, and quickly scribbles up a few specials.

Happy Hour Specials:

Robot Cocktail
Fluffy Duck
Gender Bender Shooter
Bourbon
Ice Cream
Bourbon Ice Cream

Build something for half off your drink, and an extra shot of good luck.

"Bar's open! Yeehaw."


[ooc: Open until the next Happy Hour post, or until it scrolls off the front page. All are welcome, threadhopping is encouraged, zaniness is practically required. Have fun! ^__^]

Comments

[til_it_aint]

It's probably a good thing Ben can't see the smirk, or Kate would be picking tiny kitten teeth out of his knuckles. As it is he just makes a low grumbling sound in his throat -- not a purr, not a purr, it's a growl, really -- and flops over a little further mostly against his will. This body seems to have a mind of its own, he swears.

But...it's not like it doesn't feel good. Kate's fingers are big and warm and his hands just about span Ben's whole body, ruffling his fur in a way that makes Ben's eyes close and his legs wiggle in ecstasy. Sleep is coming down on him, he can feel it, but it's not the overwhelming dark tide that crashes down on his mind and sends him drowning into dreams, it's a smooth wave that feels like it's going to lift and carry him away, rocked gently in the embrace of quiet darkness and Kate's hands.

Do kittens dream? He wonders, tongue darting out to lick roughly at Kate's fingers, but eventually decides that it doesn't matter. He's safe here, warm and happy in a way he hasn't been in an age, and he's purring softly as he drops down into the gentleness of sleep.

[ikissdhimbck]

He isn't about to wake him, or let anybody else do the honors. After a quick inspection of the Bar, he figures out salt and pepper shakers make excellent last-minute barricades. A section of the Bar — about four stool widths — is closed off, and so long as Kate doesn't have any other customers he doesn't leave Ben's side.

It's growing late in his shift anyhow. The Miss should be waking any minute now, and once she does Kate will cradle the little guy in his arms, and carry him up the stairs to get some well-deserved sleep.


And when he wakes up, there will be cat toys.