Happy Hour

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

In times gone by there used to be a double act who graced the bar with their unique repartee once a week, and doled out discounted drinks to boot. Due to the stresses of life, they haven't been seen behind the bar much lately. But tonight, they're back, if only because they could use the money to pay off Mike's recent grocery expenditures.

It's the Indy and Mike bartending show, and they're featuring all the Thanksgiving leftovers!

DRINKS SPECIALS

The Turkey
Ordinary glass: 1/2 oz Wild Turkey, 3/4 oz each of Chambord, amaretto and cranberry juice

Butternut Squash
Ordinary glass: 1 part Chivas Regal scotch, 1 part butterscotch schnapps, 1 part amaretto

Pumpkin Pie
Martini glass: 2 parts pumpkin purée, 1 part syrup, 2 parts spiced rum, splash of cream

Reheated Leftovers
Shot glass: Equal parts Wild Turkey and Jägermeister, spoonful of ignited Bacardi 151

Thanks to Mike's further exploits in the kitchen, there's also a plentiful supply of Hot Buttered Cranberry Punch for those not inclined towards alcohol this evening. Once everything is set up, the two roomies move quietly to their respective ends of the bar and prepare to take some orders.

"What'll it be, folks? Two tenders, no waiting."

Comments

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion wanders over from the table where he'd been having dinner with Ce'Nedra after their shift.

"Indy."

A smile.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy gives him a grin. "Howdy. Anything I can get you besides a helping of friendly conversation?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head.

"Ate and drank already."

HE sits and settles at the bar with his chin in his hands.

"What've you been up to, Indy? I haven't seen you since we didn't fight."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Okay."

He settles against the counter.

"Um. I've been around. Just... dealing with some crappy stuff, you know?"

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha pops up. Suddenly and like a ninja!

She looks over the specials list and 'hmms'. "Can I get...a Butternut Squash?"

[mnt_mike]

"I don't know, can you?"

Say the ingredient juggling Mike.

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

"May I?" Samantha sighs. She sits on a stool, smiling anyway.

Hmm. She's yet to meet the infamous Mike. Mun has just realised this.

[watching_you]

"Well how 'bout this."

Veronica slides into a seat.

"Howdy, fellas."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Ah, Mars. There you are."

Indy leans casually against the counter. "How's it going, sweet cheeks?"

[watching_you]

"Not terribly, dollface. Built a snowfort. It's impressive. There will be a reckoning. How you doin'?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim plops himself into a seat.

"Howdy boys. Set up me up with a full course."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Wow, somebody's hungry," Indy notes as he sets about making the Turkey. "How're things, Mister Hunter?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Things are..."

Tim runs them through in his mind.

"Kind of all over the place."

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Lilly is doing as well as may be expected. She is not, yet, ready for company but she begins to heal."

He's just...there. At some point when both men are around to hear him.

[mnt_mike]

Mike gawks back. After a few seconds of unseemly staring, one of Mike's hands comes up from his side, snapping his jaw closed.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

A little more calmly, but still respectful, Indy moves over and nods. "Lord Morpheus." He wrestles Mike's rigid arm away from his mouth. "We appreciate the tidings. We miss her."

"Mel too."

[herald-captain.livejournal.com]

Kerowyn walks up to the bar.

"Something warm please." She says while blowing on her hands, "Blessed Agnira it is cold outside."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Drink or body?" Indy asks with a smirk.

[mnt_mike]

"THE ANSWER IS B. THE ANSWER IS B"

Says the not so subtle stage whisper off to their left.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Hullo boys. Got sommat chocolaty for me, or do I have t'settle for a lesser drink?" She might be teasing.

Maybe.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Hey."

Indy moves over with a smile and just the slightest hint of hesitation.

"Whatever you like. Everything's discounted for attractive time travelers."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace sighs, and stares at the specials board in a rough approximation of resignment.
"Just m'luck. If y'happen to find any of those attractive time travellers, tell'm they owe me a drink."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Cypher sits down at the bar, already speaking around the Lucky between his lips.

"Reheated Leftovers sounds fuckin' ridiculous. Lemme try it."

[mnt_mike]

"Really?"

Do you hear that? That's a fanboy squee right there. Mike is off like a shot in search of something to make the fire go. A few seconds later an orange blur returns, and then proceeds to vibrate at a steady frequency through out the whole lighting process.

"Hold on to your butts."

Foomph

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Ironically, Cypher is having a fluid problem with his black Zippo. He keeps flicking it and flicking it and there's just no fire.

He gives up after a little while and watches the performance.

"I was right. Ridiculous and on fire."