milliways_bar | Happy Hour, Cubefall Edition!

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Happy Hour, Cubefall Edition!

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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Dixie's fingers wander over the top of the bar. "Sunning myself. It's a long, bumpy ride out to Tinker's Hitch, and a lady's gotta outglow the uranium mines to get herself a little attention."

It takes everything he has not to choke with laughter.

Instead, he smiles. Real soft, and real slow.

"You're tryin' t'tell me you ain't always the center of attention?"

He gives an exaggerated shake of the head.

"Nope. Nuh-uh. I don't believe it."

Soft, slow smiles are Dixie's favorite kind. They make her smile right back. "There's only one thing a fella likes more than a pretty girl," she says ruefully. "And that's being rich. They're a little too busy to pay Miss Dixie her proper due - unless I'm glowing like their little mines do." She does like to be flattered. "They ought to send those fellas off wherever you learned your manners."

"They oughta. I'd teach 'em a thing or two."

He winks, settling most of his weight on his elbows. It just so happens to put him right up close to Miss Dixie.

"Men are more trouble'n they're worth, dontcha think? As if a lady like you needed t'fuss t'stand out. Maybe they've all gone blind in them mines of theirs."

"If the cathouse they're trying to get built doesn't beat me to it."

Dixie ever-so-slyly leans on her forearms and spins her straw about in her glass "I don't know if I'd say that. They do have a good point - a big one, if you're lucky."

His eyebrows practically knock the hat right off his head, they shoot up so fast.

"Golly."

Is that a blush on the cowboy's rugged face?

He clears his throat quietly, gesticulates, even opens his mouth —

But Miss Dixie has rendered him quite speechless.

Dixie can't help but smirk. "Why the red face, honey? A healthy boy like you's probably seen the inside of a hundred whorehouses by now." She might just have an inkling now. Maybe.

He reacts in a very similar way to a certain cowgirl who's never stingy about a blush and a cough when Miss Dixie starts going on like that.

"Uh, maybe that's so, ma'am. But gosh, I guess I ain't used t'talkin' freely like that."

Beat.

"Or hearin' 'bout a really nice lady's, uh. Points."

Dixie lets out a merry laugh. "I guess I'm proof you can take the convent out of the girl," she declares. "Can't help but go on about my points. I'm proud of them."

At last she reaches out for Kate's hand. "This place can change a lot of things, but they can't hide a person's heart."

He grins lopsidedly, still blushing.

"Why, whatever d'you mean, miss?"

Could be there's a familiar glint in those blue eyes now.

Dixie climbs up on the bar with her elbows and - very gently, because she knows Kate's a gunslinger and were they not in Milliways she might be staring down a six-shooter - she pokes the tip of the younger man's nose with her index finger. "She didn't change your eyes, Kate."

Those eyes crinkle with delight.

"When did y'figure me out?"

Guffaws are beginning to spill from his lips. He should have known it wouldn't be easy fooling Miss Dix.

Dixie grins. "All that blushing. Most fellas let the idea of seeing a lady in the altogether just roll off their backs, but the idea seemed to make you all twittery. I'm good at adding, and not just counting up my change after a long day at work."

Still laughing:

"I never would've assumed otherwise, Miss Dix. You're as sharp as a tack with twice the bite. All right, so's I guess I might hafta work on bein' a fella more convincingly."

He tips his hat.

Dixie can't help but make her gin just a shade more smug. "Ladies in my line of work have to keep themselves sharp somehow." Now you've hit on something she's got experience with! "Try to lean back a bit more, and keep your fingers tucked in your belt loop. Most fellas love to do that."

"Shucks, Dix, ladies in our world gotta keep themselves sharp somehow."

It's rough out there for just about everybody.

With another quick smirk and a suspicious squint, Kate follows orders. He straightens, sticking his thumbs under the hard leather of his gun belt, leaning back just so his new, ah, endowments are given the limelight.

"Like that?"

She laughs. "Either that or be killed." She relaxes, sighing as she watches Kate lean. "Stick out your jaw a little more."

And she doesn't quite realize yet that this is how Brisco caries himself.

Kate certainly hasn't caught on. He tilts his chin up, smirking crookedly.

Dixie raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "If you weren't you, I'd be on you like butter on a hot potato."

He laughs at that. It's still melodious — not with the gentle thrum of Kate's normal laugh, but with a tickled Southern bombast that fills the room.

"I ain't lookin' t'attract any trouble, an' that includes womenfolk."

Or menfolk. Or any wandering eyes, really.

"It's interestin', though. Seein' how differently people treat you when your bits are on the outside instead'a in."

It's a honey-warm sound, and Dixie grins on hearing it. "Why not, honey? This isn't a hanging town. And let me guess - it's a fair league more civil than the way they treat you when you're in skirts?"

He sobers up some when she says hanging town, the beautiful brown eyes of his Sam flooding his memory. He just manages not to lose his smile completely.

"Maybe it ain't, but you know my luck. I tend t'attract trouble."

Like it's some secret, some revelation he's only just given her. With a wink, idly tapping the Bar twice, he nods in answer to her question.

"Suddenly I'm a helluva lot more competent than I was before. Fancy that."

Dixie doesn't have Kate's complete story yet - otherwise she wouldn't have brought it up.

"Not always, honey," she replies lightly. "After all, I'm here now."

Wink wink!

His pretty face slides into a broad grin.

"You're right, whatever was I thinkin'?"

Now it's his turn to tap her nose — after swiping his finger through a bit of her chocolate sauce first, of course.

"Sweet as a pie."

Edited 2013-03-26 03:22 (UTC)

That makes Dixie chuckle merrily. "Better sweet times than sour, honey."

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