Steve McGarrett/H5-0 Happy Hour.

[bookemdanno]

Steven J. McGarrett isn't a man you can surprise. He prides himself in this. That's why he finds himself at a lose as to why he's in a bar instead of his shed. It would also explain why he's wearing boardies and carrying a surfboard sans shoes. His hair is wet, and he has a towel around his shoulders and arms covering his tattoos.  Walking to the bar he lays his hand on it to look around for someone behind it to talk to.

Picking up the note that appears on the napkin by his hand he reads it shrugging. He can do this. Leaning his board against the bar he puts his hands on the bar heaving himself over to stand behind it. No he can not just walk around. It's not in his nature.

Picking up the chalk he writes specials.

Specials

 

 

Mai Tai
Piña Colada or Chi Chi
Tropical Itch 
Longboards

Welcome to Milliways Steve. 

[Tiny Tag: Danny Williams, Steve McGarrett]

[OOC: Open until next Steve post. Tread up and half fun. Ask why he's half naked. He can handle it. He's a SEAL after all.]

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[haole_cop]

This?

This is beautiful.

Danny smooths his tie down the line his shirt-buttons make, sliding onto a barstool with a smirk. The cane gets leaned against the bar itself.

"Ah, let's see." He leans forward, chin in hand, pretends to consider the specials.

"What do you have that isn't blue and doesn't taste like fruit soaked in sugar?"

[bookemdanno]

Oh, Danno you will pay for this. He's unsure when but you will.

"I suggest a Longboard or a Chi Chi It's like he Pina Colda but has vodka instead of rum."

He then uses a rag to sweep sand off the bar.

"Why do you have your tie on in a bar?"

[haole_cop]

"I think the better question is, why don't you have your shirt on in a bar?"

Leaning forward, he brushes at the sand, making a face. "What, did you decide to recreate the complete island experience? Most people try to avoid bringing sand inside."

It's everywhere in Hawaii. He shifts a little uncomfortably, itchy just thinking about it.

The specials board is eyed. "You're playing bartender at a bar with every possible permutation of the word beer available, and you offer me a Longboard. No. Thanks. If I'm getting a lager, it better be Yuengling."

[bookemdanno]

He puts his hands on the bar leaning over on them a bit raising an eyebrow at him before smiling.

"I was on my way to put my board, in the back shed when I ended up in here. So I didn't have a chance to de-sand. Why would they want to leave it out side it's good for the skin keeps your feet soft"

He holds up a foot to show the shirtlessness is the least of his problems.

"My specials are for those not lucky enough to live on our island Danno. But sure one Yuengling coming up."

He starts to draw it for him. Doing a careful pull.

[haole_cop]

"Oh, God."

He grimaces, holds up a hand, making a pushing motion in the air. "Put that away. Nobody wants to see your foot, Steven! That's got to be against some kind of healthcode."

The comment about luck gets its own eyeroll, a long-suffering, exasperated expression perfected over the last few weeks. He almost doesn't even know he does it anymore.

The beer, though, gets nothing but approval.

[bookemdanno]

Steve gets a bottle of water as he takes a drink from it smiling.

"There are not laws about that here. I've seen rats carrying stuff. My feet are clean. Those rodents what do we know about them really?"

He is glad the beer is liked as he thinks for a moment.

"So, how's the knee?"

[haole_cop]

He opens his mouth to argue, but...yeah, he's kind of got to concede that point.

Those rats? They are way too big, even to a guy from Jersey, where the subway rats could probably buy tokens if they wanted.

Fortunately, his Yuengling is good and cold and rat-free, and he lets out a satisfied breath after the first deep drink, before lifting his foot and settling it on the supports of the next stool over.

"I guess it's getting better. It hasn't collapsed, or anything, but then, we also haven't done anything particularly life-threatening lately. I think the crooks are wising up."

Yeah, right. They should be so lucky.

[bookemdanno]

"Of course they are. And you've not had life threatening since the day you walked in my garage, I was a threat to your life. Everything else I had under control."

Yeah. He will do that. He said and then smiles and then grins as he looks at him.

"That's good. I'm glad. You know swimming is a good therapy for that kind of thing."

[haole_cop]

"No. No, no." He waves a hand, then lifts lifts both, fingers pinched together, gesturing in tight little motions.

"You're a threat to my life now. I would go so far as to say that you are probably the only real threat to my life I've ever had. I will probably die, violently, because of you. How does that make you feel? Guilty? Because I feel like you should definitely have some guilt about my impending demise, which will almost definitely be your fault. Possibly by way of a violent criminal, maybe by driving my car off a cliff with me in it, but you will somehow be involved."

Steve's just smiling that stupid lazy smile of his, though, so Danny, after giving him what he hopes is a firm look, just shakes his head.

He can't quite keep away a little tug of a smile, though.

"Walking's pretty good for it, too. I think I'll stick with that."

[katyafeline]

Katya can't complain about the view, anyway. She can complain about the lack of vodka on the specials board, but she's too busy trying to remember what the heck a Tropical Itch might have in it to do so.

It's been a very long time since she was in to cocktails.

[bookemdanno]

If she asks then Steve could tell her that Chi Chi's have vodka instead of rum. But that's as close to straight booze as he has on the board unless she wants a Longboard.

He sees the lady and offers a quick smile.

"Hey there."

[katyafeline]

"Hullo." Her Muscovite accent is still strong, despite now years away. "You are... a fan of fruity drinks?" She asks, with a raised eyebrow and a deeply dubious glance at the board. It's...

Is there something so wrong about shots of vodka?

[bookemdanno]

"Sometimes I am. I'm from Hawaii, and it's what we drink there. If I knew where a ice shaver was we'd have had shaved ice."

Note to self get one. He notices the accent. But they don't bother him.

[katyafeline]

Katya blinks at him. Quite a lot actually, because while she's dealt with quite a lot of ridiculous things lately (Wonderbread springs to mind), eating shaved ice on purpose definitely takes a high ranking on that list.

"Shaved... ice?"

[bookemdanno]

Steve then looks at her and blinks.

"Like a sno-cone. Have you never had a sno-cone?"

[katyafeline]

It's a blinking competition, Russian Other versus American SEAL (Tommy told her to look out for SEALs) and Katya has a tiny bit of a head start.

"Nyet?" There might have been an lemon ice, when she was very young and her parents took her to the zoo, maybe once for the novelty of the thing, but she was practically raised by Others who had bigger problems than whether or not iced desserts would become a fad in Moscow.

[bookemdanno]

"That's too sad. I will find away to get a machine in the bar to share it. What can I get you to drink?"

He asks leaning against the bar with a smile.

[hey35andholding]

The guy in his shorts is giving her flashbacks. Quickly, she shuts them off and bellies up to the bar. "One Tropical Itch," she says.

[bookemdanno]

He smiles as he starts to make the drink.

"Aloha, how are you?"

[hey35andholding]

"Right as rain," she says - but she's not, really. "How're you feeling tonight, honey?"

[bookemdanno]

"Oh you know as good as you can without shoes and just boardies."

[hey35andholding]

He's getting eyed now. "I bet you get a lot of tips."

[bookemdanno]

"You better believe it."

He offers a smile with her drink and the back scratcher in it.

[hey35andholding]

She picks it up and gives it a long sip. "I haven't seen you around. You new?"

[bookemdanno]

"Yeah, this is my first time in here. What about you?"

He wipes the bar down with a towel.