Happy Hour

[will_scarlett]

When Will enters, he smiles but its tired. The days have been long in Sherwood and full of unexpected fights as well as too much pain. There's a bruise on his face and he's walking slowly as he took an unexpected hit to his ankle that's making walking tricky. Nothing's broken but its one more thing to deal with.

When he orders a drink, a note pops up and he nods before coming behind the counter, unbuckling his sword and looking through the cocktail book.

Specials
Long Light
Green Leaves No alcohol
Robin's Nest
English Pirate
How goes your worlds? Share some news with me and half off your drink.

Then he pours a beer for himself and sits down on a stool.

(OOC: 2 am has hit and I'm off to bed. Open for new tags until the next Happy Hour.)

Comments

[guppy_sandhu]

"You're limping." Guppy observes, sitting down at the bar. "Hey Will."

[will_scarlett]

"Isna that bad. 'ow can I aid ye?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Cup of tea and tell me how you're doing?" Guppy asks.

[will_scarlett]

"Busy but fine. 'ow 'bout yerself an yer family?" There's some tea near to made so Will pours out a cup.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Fran's at a delicate time in her pregnancy and it's hard not to worry. Fry's doing well in school but keeps clashing with his rival. And Coral's starting in the nursery class at school in September, seeing as she's potty trained in time."

Guppy thanks him and accepts the tea.

[will_scarlett]

"Sounds like ye're busy. There aught I can do to be o'aid?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Reassure me I'm not a bad parent for having a third kid?" Guppy suggests, half joking.

[will_scarlett]

"Course ye're na, ye're a wonderful parent. Ye love yer wee ones an will do all ye can for 'em."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Thanks." Guppy smiles slightly. "Three's a good number, I think. Fran's mother keeps banging on that we won't cope."

[vance_prime]

The weary look on the face of the approaching woman, and the two-month-old baby she's trying to burp, should say it all.

[will_scarlett]

He smiles at her and the baby and says quietly,

"What can I get ye to soothe yerself, milady?"

[vance_prime]

"I dunno. Got anything that's not alcoholic but tastes like it is?"

[will_scarlett]

"Hm, the Green Leaves is mint in bubbly water, willna taste alcoholic but should be nice."

[vance_prime]

"Then I'll have that."

The baby lets out a choked cry.

"Shhh, shhh, c'mon, just give me a little burp..."

[will_scarlett]

As quickly as he can, Will mixes the drink and finds a straw so she can drink it without disturbing the baby,

"'ere ye are."

[vance_prime]

The baby makes a noise halfway between a hiccup and a gurgle, and abruptly stops crying. Alyx relaxes. "Finally."

[will_scarlett]

"Can ye sit or will that be a bother?" He knows how sensitive babies can be to any little change.

[properpolice]

She's fairly sure it is a bad idea, coming downstairs. But even with a view out back, there's only so long she can stay staring at the same blank walls of her room, ordering up room service, and trying not to think.

So she's downstairs, taking a seat at the bar cautiously.

It's either this or going to find the Guv, and... well. She isn't ready to surrender just yet.

It's a fairly near thing, though.

[will_scarlett]

When she takes a seat, he comes over with a frown, "Milady, what's ailin' ye?"

[properpolice]

She frowns back, straightening a little.
"I'm fine." It's easier than trying to explain, easier than giving in to the urge to cry that she's dead, she's dead and how can anything be right?

There's times when she's almost okay.

This is not exactly one of them.

"Pour me a pint, yeah?"

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, course,"

He pours her the same as he poured himself, a beer from Nottingham and passes it over.

[properpolice]

She accepts the pint, curling her hands around the familiar shape.

She tells herself it's not this guy's fault that it doesn't taste right.

She tells herself it's just fine that she can't remember what her favorite drink was from her real life. The one where she never even had a chance to be a good copper. Doesn't matter now, does it?

"Ta. Sorry, mate." Because it's not his fault this isn't Luigi's.

[will_scarlett]

"Naught to 'pologize for. All 'ave bad evenin's,"

She looks like she's been hurt and she'll find what she needs in her own time.

[properpolice]

"Yeah, suppose that's so. Doesn't mean I get to snap at you about it." She's been on the receiving end of that a few too many times. She should know better than to pass it along.

[will_scarlett]

"Ye didna snap. Just asked for what ye wished for an told me wasna my business,"

He's seen angrier and been angrier himself.