Happy Hour!

[headed4hell]

Grace feels like celebrating.

But, you might say, Grace often feels like celebrating. You'd be correct. However it is not often that Grace comes home and spends ten frantic minutes hunting for Gus and convinced he's been dognapped or worse by the irate drug dealer she is currently trying to take down.

(He was under the bed.)

Which is why tonight's happy hour comes with a canine companion in the (rather large) form of Gus stretched out on a dog bed at Bar's end, happily devouring a bone.

"Gus Gus," Grace calls out as she scrawls specials on the board. "You okay?"

Aaaaaruuuufff! comes back.

"Good. Bar's open, people."

Grace lights up a cigarette and settles in, only shaking a little.

Specials:

The blue one
The green one
Whatever's in that bottle with the skull and crossbones
Gus's choice


[OOC: I'm up and down, usual slowtime warnings apply unless you ping and want something quick, tag amongst yourselves, etc. :D ETA: Have to take a break for tonight. Will pick up tags in the morning!]

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Milllitimed to after AU week!

[boston_bruiser]

To be a competitive candidate for entry into BUD/S, a prospective SEAL must execute a 500-yard sidestroke swim in under 9 minutes, over 90 push-ups in under 2, over 85 ab crunches in under 2, over 18 pull-ups in under 2, and complete a 1.5 mile run in under 9 minutes and 30 seconds.

For most people, it's an event they train years for. For Voodoo, it's an off-day cooldown.

"Gus's choice," he says as he comes in from out back, slipping on a loose-fitting skivvy shirt as he takes a seat at a barstool. He's worked up a sweat, but not much of one.

[headed4hell]

It's a good thing the Oklahoma City PD doesn't have such strict physical requirements. There's a lot Grace can do when she puts her mind to it -- especially in the middle of the night when she can't sleep -- but for the most part she'd rather be drinking and having fun.

"Hey."

Grace hops up to lean over Bar and get a fix on Gus.

"Bighead Gushead! Your choice."

Gus helpfully slobers all over his bone.

"Good choice."

Voodoo gets a bottle of tequila and a shot glass. Oh, and a shit-eating grin from tonight's friendly bartender.

[boston_bruiser]

"Hey."

The tequila is graciously accepted - the shit-eating grin, gladly returned.

"Haven't seen you in a while."

[gods_that_haunt_me]

Floki stalks into the bar from out back, vintage helmet tipped back on his head and leather jacket slung over his shoulder.

With the thumb of one grease-stained hand tucked into his tool belt, he stands and pauses to read the specials board.

"Think I'm gonna go for whatever's in that bottle with the skull and crossbones," he says to the bartender, who is small and blonde and cute.

[AU Floki]

[headed4hell]

Fiesty, too! She throws her head back and lets loose a husky laugh.

"I like you already," she says, pointing at him as she hooks a stool with her foot and drags it over. The bottle in question is a little out of her reach.

"I figure, with all the pirates people say come here, it might not be poison."

(It isn't. She checked with Bar.)

[gods_that_haunt_me]

He grins.

"There's only one way to find out, other than making one of the rats drink it first. But then that's just animal cruelty."

He's tall enough to reach the bottle, but he doesn't offer to help. If he did, he wouldn't be afforded the pleasant sight of her ass as she climbs up on that stool.

[not_his_pa]

He knows he has to go back and that's why William has his rifle with him as he stares at the counter.

There's a dog on it, he walks over slowly and leans down to Gus, "Hey, there, fella, that's a good bone, you've got."

[headed4hell]

Grace watches the exchange, head tilted and smoke slowly unfurling from her lips. She blows a perfect smoke ring before calling out,

"Hey. Kid. Want a drink?"

Gus does not share his owner's nervous energy, however, and responds with many a tail wag.

[not_his_pa]

William stands up after patting Gus, "Yes, ma'am, some coffee with whiskey in it?"

This isn't a time to drink a lot but whiskey and coffee will help him keep sharp, the hand not patting Gus fidgets on his rifle. Its unloaded and he's holding it carefully, but he can't stop being aware of it and knowing that he'll be firing it out the door.

Ask and ye shall receive :)

[notabricklayer]

Someone at the bar is reminding himself, sternly, that he should not be harassing complete strangers for self-destructive habits.

It's... sorta working. Bones only looks mostly disgruntled.

At least he's not openly ranting. That's a good thing. He could probably use a bourbon to ease the nerves.

YAY! :)

[headed4hell]

Grace is immune to strangers telling her to quit smoking because it's bad for her health, doesn't she know what she's doing to her body? The body is a temple and God only gave you one, for heaven's sake.

Okay, so maybe family members are big on the smoking lectures, too.

In any case, she eyes the disgruntled looking man with an amused smile and saunters over in a deliberate haze of smoke.

"Hey."

Beat.

"Get you somethin'?"

Re: YAY! :)

[notabricklayer]

"A little bourbon over here wouldn't be a bad thing." Bones replies, keeping the grumble down to a minimum. He almost (almost) lets it go there, almost just sits back like a normal person. "If you can see it through the smoke screen."

Almost.

(OOC: Gotta see my afternoon appointments, so replies will be slow until evening. Yay Bones-Grace!)

[livinginmyglass]

Viola has determined to make more use of her time in Milliways-- meet people, try things.

What Grace might make of what seems to be a girlish-looking boy of sixteen or so dressed like he wandered out of a Renaissance fair taking a seat at the bar and saying, "The blue one," is, of course, a separate question entirely.

[headed4hell]

Grace, as it happens, thinks Halloween is an excellent time of year and that the Ren Fair is a pretty great excuse to chow down on turkey legs.

Either option is possible, along with the usual 'weird crap happens at Milliways,' and thus Grace is unfazed by the boy's appearance, other than a momentary pause to consider how hot he'll probably be one day.

It's a fun game.

"Nice. I tried it the other day. Little burny, gotta say, but the buzz is cool," she says as she grabs the bottle and a glass.

Here is where your average cop would want to check ID. Grace is not your average cop.

[works_in_space]

"The green one is probably Aldebaran whiskey. The blue one is definitely Romulan ale," says a new arrival to the bar helpfully.

[headed4hell]

"Good to know," Grace replies, cheerfully. "Can I get you one or the other?"

Beat.

"Or both?"

[theunsmiling]

"I'm assuming you don't actually want to poison anyone with whatever's in the skull bottle?"

Michael can hope so, anyway.

The cartoon rabbit on her T-shirt -- the one giving everyone the finger -- seems to agree.

Maybe.

"Because I'll take that one, if you're keeping the offer open."

[headed4hell]

"Not tonight."

Grace gets a load of Michael's shirt and cracks up.

"Offer's open. Man, I love that shirt," she says, grabbing the bottle. The cork is popped out now, so there's less smoke when she pours. That's probably good. "I need one for my nephew."

AU Amuskitty

[death_gone_mad]

A while later, a dark grey cat with bright red eyes leaps down from the rafters to the bar countertop a short distance away from Michael and walks over, obviously curious about Michael's drink.

"That smells like Old Braindeath Rum. They really do have everything here. Huh," the cat comments.

AU Amuskitty

[death_gone_mad]

A dark grey cat appears on top of the bar and settles in to watch Gus chow down on the bone

Re: AU Amuskitty

[headed4hell]

Gus wraps his large jaws around the bone and gnaws, looking like he's trying to suck out the marrow. Drool goes everywhere.

Grace finds all the dool endearing.

"Hey, kit kat."

[stillwaitingformyturn]

The teenaged girl who walks up to the Bar would haul herself onto a stool and comment on Bar's propensity for naps.

You know, if she was less of a dog person, and therefore less inclined to giving Gus headrubs.

(Who's a good boy? Gus is. Yes he is.)

[headed4hell]

He is. She'll get no argument from Gus or Grace on that point. Gus wags his tail and leans into the head rubs, large, drooly lips going slack in pleasure.

Somehow this remains adorable.

"Got a new friend, Gus?"

Hopefully not to late?

[hey35andholding]

"I had no idea you have a dog." Clementine is in casual mode, calm and relaxed as can be. She settles down on a stool, then squints at the menu. "But does he know how to pick a good glass of booze?"

Re: Hopefully not to late?

[headed4hell]

"Yup. That's Gus Gus."

Gus barks and Grace grins, surreptitiously tossing him a treat.

"Says he does. 'Course he's partial to Jack."

It smells familiar.


[OOC: Not if you don't mind the slowest of slowtimes!]