Bartending with a Blackhawk!

[zerocharliexray]

Zinda's thoughtful after her conversation with Sunshine, but she doesn't get a chance to stay that way. It's not long at all before a neatly tied box appears before her, along with a note in beautifully scripted writing. Her lips move as she reads silently to herself; after a moment, she puts the note down and laughs.

"Gettin' into the spirit, huh?" she says, and picks up the package, heading for the ladies room in the hall.

When she re-appears, she looks a little different: her black jeans and jacket have been replaced by a very brief Mrs. Claus minidress, complete with Santa hat and polished black boots. She sits on the bartop and pushes herself over, then gives the polished surface a fond pat. 

"You have a nice night, sugar," she says. "Zinda will take care of everything, you can count on me."

So saying, she turns to the specials board and thinks for a moment before lifting the marker.

Specials

Salted Caramel Hot Cocoa
Mulled Wine
Spiced Eggnog (with or without rum)
Mistletoe Martini
Mrs. Claus Cocktail
Mimosa

She can be found behind the bar for the rest of the night, cleaning glasses and whistling Bing Crosby's Gee, I Wish I Were Back in the Army to herself. 

C'mon, Milliways. Tell Zinda: are you on the nice list this year? Or have you been naughty?

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[wayward_sun]

"Well, Happy Holidays to me," Lucifer says, leaning on the Bar.

He is impeccably dressed in a dove-grey three-piece with a pale pink shirt and matching pocket square.

"I should have brought a mistletoe."


{ooc: tag and sleep, but I had to}

[zerocharliexray]

Zinda grins and gives him a long, appreciative glance up and down before leaning on her side of the bar. She winks one long-lashed eye at him.

"Is that your order, sugar? It's not on the board, but I'm pretty sure I could make it happen anyhow."




[ooc: omg yes pls, I am dying laughing already]

[wayward_sun]

He grins, eyes twinkling.

"Can I combine it with the Martini? Because yes please."

[zerocharliexray]

Her own grin widens and she pulls away, reaching for a shaker. "You got it, sugar."

She steps back to pour ice, vodka, elderflower liqueur, cranberry juice, and simple syrup into a shaker, then gives it a good shake as she studies him. "Goin' somewhere fancy, dressed up like that? Or you just of the opinion a sharp suit works in every occasion?"

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer holds out his arms for inspection as he replies, "Oh, definitely the latter. Besides, you never know what might happen. Any old Tuesday might turn into a party."

[zerocharliexray]

Zinda laughs. "Hell, it sure might," she agrees, and decants the martini into a chilled glass. She garnishes the drink with a few cranberries and mint leaves, then takes the sprig of mistletoe from around the stem and leans back onto the bar, sliding the glass across to him.

The mistletoe she dangles over her head as she grins. "Come and get it."

[wayward_sun]

His smile widens as he leans in to kiss her.

Lucifer is not at all observant when it comes to people in general.

When it comes to bodies specifically, he's pretty much in tune with what is going on. The tiniest hints of hesitation or eagerness helps inform his own actions in turn.
And his kisses.

So he kisses her the way she'd probably want a well-dressed gentleman to kiss her under a mistletoe.

His skin is soft and smooth. His stubble-game is on point.
And his cologne smells really good.

[zerocharliexray]

It's a very nice kiss. A very nice kiss. Zinda grins against his mouth and grabs his lapel with her free hand to pull him in harder, willfully dragging this kiss from 'nice' right over the line to 'naughty.'

Hell, it's mistletoe. Might as well make it a good one, huh?

She releases him after a long moment, her Santa hat askew, and pushes the drink into his reach, setting the mistletoe beside it. "One Mistletoe Martini," she says, grinning again.

Zinda's usually grinning. "With extra mistletoe."

[wayward_sun]

Definitely a very nice and just the right mount of naughty kiss.

He returns the grin.

"Just the way I like it," he says, as he picks up the Martini and looks at her over the rim.

"Are you having anything? On me of course."

[zerocharliexray]

"If you're askin'," she says, amused, and pours a few fingers of whiskey for herself to sip at.

"What's your name, sugar? Whose tab am I puttin' it on, hm?"

[wayward_sun]

"Lucifer Morningstar," he replies cheerfully, as he lifts his own glass in a small toast-like gesture.

"And you're-?"
Since they're doing names.

[zerocharliexray]

"Zinda Blake," she says, and clinks her glass against his before sipping at the whiskey.

"Morningstar, huh?" She wets her bottom lip and grins. "Guess that explains the quality of that kiss."

[wayward_sun]

"It is sort of my thing," he agrees with a smile. "One of my things."

He takes another sip of his drink. Smiling.

[zerocharliexray]

"It sure is," she says, appreciative.

This place really does bring all kinds, doesn't it? "How's that drink?"

[wayward_sun]

"Expertly made," he says. "It definitely taste moore-ish."

He leans on the counter, as he takes another sip.
"So when you're not bartending dressed for the occasion, what do you do?"

[zerocharliexray]

"I'm a pilot," she tells him, nocking a hip against the bar and leaning there.

"Used to fly with the Blackhawks back in the war – World War II. These days I fly a chartered craft."

[wayward_sun]

"Oh. A woman in uniform. I like that," he says.

"Not that I don't like women out of uniform."

He gives her a wink.

[zerocharliexray]

She laughs.

"Well, we mostly look just as good either way."

[wayward_sun]

"I guess you could say that this is,if not my uniform, then my work clothes. I own a nightclub."

He smiles, taking another sip of his drink.

[zerocharliexray]

"No kiddin'?"

Nightclubs and dancehalls have changed quite a bit since her time, but before Helena left for parts unknown, she'd taken Zinda to a few of the swankier Gotham clubs.

They were fun, but too fancy for her taste. "You must like people."

[wayward_sun]

"I do," Lucifer says. "I like being around people who are enjoying themselves."

So - not like his old job.
At all.

[zerocharliexray]

"Sure," Zinda says, understandingly.

"What's your place like?" She nods at his suit. "Fancy?"

[wayward_sun]

"Kinda? It's in L.A so I've gone for a bit of glamour. And I've got a piano. That always heightens the atmosphere I think."

He beams.

[zerocharliexray]

"That's a classy touch," she says, approving.

"You have a piano player who comes in to entertain the masses?"

[wayward_sun]

"No. No, I play. I really enjoy playing music and the piano is one of my favourite instruments," he replies, smiling.

He really, truly is fond of music.

[phantasmal_resplendent]

Lup sees the woman in the festive outfit, and the list of themed drinks.

Her eyes widen in delight.

"Oh shit, is it Candlenights here?"

[zerocharliexray]

"Maybe!" says Zinda.

"Haven't heard of that one before. But it's comin' on to Christmas where I'm from; big winter holiday?"

[phantasmal_resplendent]

"Yeah. On my world, there used to be a bunch of winter holidays, but they all kinda got absorbed into one big holiday, and that's Candlenights."

[zerocharliexray]

"I can see that," Zinda grins. "They do all seem t'have candles involved. Sounds real nice, sugar. You do anythin' special for it?"

[phantasmal_resplendent]

"Oh, you know," Lup shrugs. "People gather together, exchange gifts, decorate the Candlenights bush, eat food, drink. Speaking of which," Lup eyes the menu. "What does the bartender recommend?"

[zerocharliexray]

Zinda turns around and studies the board, just as if she hadn't put the specials up herself.

"Depends if you want somethin' hot or cold," she says, "but the martini's good. And a mimosa's always a classic."

[phantasmal_resplendent]

"Alright, then." Lup smiles. "I'll have a mimosa, please."

[zerocharliexray]

"Good choice," Zinda says, approving, and turns to find a champagne flute, filling it with orange juice and generous pour of cold, crisp champage.

She sets it on the bartop and slides it over with a smile. "Here y'are, sugar."

[phantasmal_resplendent]

"Thanks." Lup tilts the glass slightly in Zinda's direction. "Cheers."

She takes a sip and smiles.

"Nicely done."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's stretching his shoulders as he enters and then blinks at Zinda behind the bar and smiles, "What's in a Mrs. Claus?"

[zerocharliexray]

Zinda, wiping down the bar, pauses in her whistling and winks at him. "It's one for a sweet tooth," she says, smiling back.

"Egg nog, white chocolate liqueur, peppermint Schnapps, candy canes... how's that sound?"

[childofrebellion]

"That's too sweet for me. What's hot and spicy?"

[zerocharliexray]

"Uh..."

She glances at the board again. "None of these. The mulled wine's hot temperature-wise, and it's got a bunch of spices in it, but I wouldn't call it spicy, exactly."

[childofrebellion]

"Then I'll try the salted caramel hot cocoa. My favorite winter drink with lots of variations. What's your favorite of the specials?"

Zinda's fascinating and what someone likes to drink tells you a lot about them.

[zerocharliexray]

"Comin' right up!"

She goes over to where a retro-style slow cooker sits on the back counter and dips out a mug of steaming hot chocolate, then tops it with a spiral of whipped cream. "Me, I like the martini. Got just enough of a bite to it."

She sets the hot cocoa down and nudges it over to him, grinning. "Here you go, sugar."

[childofrebellion]

"Thank you," He wraps his hands around the mug and takes a nice long sip, "What's in the martini?"

[zerocharliexray]

"Vodka, cranberry juice, elderflower... a few other things."

She leans on the bar, crossing her arms beneath her. "Cold 'n tart 'n just a little bit sharp."

[childofrebellion]

"That sounds refreshing. I might try one later as you have good taste."

[zerocharliexray]

Zinda laughs, merry. "Glad t'hear you think so, sugar," she says.

"'Tis the season for a lil' cheer, after all... at least, it is where I'm from."

[childofrebellion]

"From what I've seen in Milliways, it seems like a nice season,"

Everyone from Earth seems to get into these winter holidays.