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! ^__^]

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[jack_f_twist]

Leaning forward, Jack half-closes one eyes in a lazy sort of wink, reaches up to tip up her hat like she's trying to get a better view of the fella in front of her.

Well, who could blame her? It's a fuck of a nice thing to see.

"Coulda fooled me," she drawls, the tip of her tongue running along the inside of her teeth as she grins again. "You make a fine cowboy, Mz Barlow. But, well, hell. It sure makes this thing feel a little weirder knowin who's behind the new faces, don't it?"

For her, anyhow, and not least because she hasn't exactly been restraining herself.

In more ways than one.

But her eyes are laughing and twinkling like this is all the world's best joke, and in a way, in kind of is.

"Well, what d'you say? Care to split a dish of that ice cream with a rodeo cowboy? I got kind of a sweet tooth, and seems to me that'd be just the thing."

There she goes again. It's like it just falls right out of her mouth, but then, Jack's always had trouble with keeping herself quiet when she ought to.

[ikissdhimbck]

The way she keeps closing the distance between them makes his blood run hot. It's bizarre, the way body heat and the scent of her make this cocktail he never noticed before; now he can't help but react, shifting, clearing his throat, smile stuck in place like it just don't know how to let go.

"Does it? Why, y'think I'm gonna tell on you?"

He smiles lazily, slipping right on back into that careless charm. His long limbs are relaxed, body slouched over the Bar like he can't get close enough and isn't even trying all at once. Hell, he wouldn't tell. Wouldn't judge, neither. A woman can't help the magic of this place.

Chuckling, he pushes himself back, and tips his hat.

"Ma'am, it would be my pleasure."

And not just so's he can watch her lick ice cream from the corner of her mouth. They've got bad memories, and regrets; broken bones, and scars. Could be, tonight, she's just the sort of company Kate would like to keep close.

Might as well build some good memories.