Happy Hour!

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie's behind the bar, just now shelving the last of his bartender's references and beginning to chalk up tonight's specials.

Specials:

Chocolate Covered Cherry
Carmel Candy Apple
Peach Death

He throws a towel over his shoulder and faces the bar again. "Good evening, folken. Happy Hour is now open. Welcome to Milliways, everybody."

[OOC: ETA: DAMN. Sorry, but I'm having a migraine and associated lousiness. Happy Hour is canceled and I'll slow time the threads that do exist. Good night.]

Comments

[flybywash]

"Hey, long days and pleasant nights, Eddie. Can I get a Chocolate Covered Cherry?"

Wash hops up onto the nearest vacant barstool, idly drumming his fingers on the Bar.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Sure." Eddie begins to mix him one. "How've you been, Wash?"

[flybywash]

"Not too bad. Making something that might almost pass for progress on potential flight plans." Wryly, but with a small smile, "Who knows? Maybe now we'll only get partly killed instead of completely killed."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie chuckles. "We'll be all right. How's Zoe?"

[flybywash]

"Good. She's good. Possibly scheming up ways to quickly dispose of a baby pterodactyl if it ever ends up on board, but other than that...."