Happy Hour

[collects_ears]

Whistling cheerfully, George slips behind the bar.

He's got a secret-smile on his face and is in an all-around good mood.

He glances at the Specials Board, then announces:

"Tonight's drinks are Satan's Spawn, Sex on the Beach, Shark's Bite and Smooth Operator.."

"What'll it be?"

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna blinks at the specials and coughs, fingers gripping the edge of a bar stool.*

Brandy, please.

[collects_ears]

"Evening, Lass." his smile dims the tiniest of a fraction.

"Ask and you shall receive."

[the_lioness]

*Puzzled, she looks at him for a long moment.*

Thank you... Are you all right? *pause* Are you not wanting to speak with me?

[collects_ears]

He shakes his head. "No. Not that. Never that. I promise you."

He hands her a glass of brandy.

"I'm well enough. I'm hoping to make it back home for Midwinter.."

[the_lioness]

*Alanna doesn't particularly like brandy, but it reminds her of winter evenings at Trebond. Maude would give her a bit whenever she got a cough.

She looks at the glass, face slowly going red. It's not embarrassment, but an attempt to hold back frustrated tears.*

I am sorry, George. I know I didn't handle things well.

[collects_ears]

"Well, I'm not handling things well now, so that makes us square.."

He smiles a bit as he says this.

[the_lioness]

You're not? *She sips the brandy and makes a face.* Why do you say that?

[collects_ears]

"Because, Alanna I'm a jealous, jealous man.." he frowns somewhat at this. "Although, I'll admit I can't fault your choice on this one.."

[the_lioness]

*quietly* You never really seemed jealous before. Well, before Peter.

*She looks up, confused.*

Adam's... he's wonderful. I think you'd like him, George. Truly. I want... *Slumping, she sips her brandy.* I feel like such a rotten person around you lately.

[collects_ears]

"I was always jealous..." he admits, feeling oddly relieved that he can finally tell her this. "I just kept it to myself more often than not. I felt as though I'd no right to lay claim on you. And there was always someone else. You loved Jon, Alanna. And obviously you fancied Liam enough to bed him..." There's no sting to his words, just a desire to explain. "Perhaps I ought to have fought harder for you, .. maybe if I had, things might have played out differently between us. I don't know.."

He bites his lip.

"... I just want you to be happy."

[Even if that means you're not with me..]

[the_lioness]

*Alanna just nods. It's likely true. However, she thinks there is another factor he's forgetting.*

Maybe if we hadn't come here. If things hadn't changed.

I just want you to be happy, George. And I hate that I make you so damn miserable.

*She takes a deep breath.*

There's a reason you were in that box, George. You're a part of me, just like Jon. But if you needed to walk away, I'd understand. I'd hate it, but I would understand. I wish... I don't know what I wish. I just want you to know how important you are to me.

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

Liz leans against the bar for a moment, and holds her glass up. "Another of the same, please?"

[collects_ears]

He smiles. "Ask and you shall receive.."

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

"Thanks -- haven't seen you around before. Elizabeth Imbrie."

The crystal rings a little on Bar when she sets it down, and holds out a manicured hand.

[collects_ears]

He takes the offered hand - and bows over it instead of shaking it.

"A pleasure to meet you Elizabeth.. I'm George Cooper."

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

"How do you do."

She doesn't ask about where he comes from, or when. Not yet. She's caught a little offguard by the bow.

[collects_ears]

"I do quite well, thank you." he winks, letting go of her hand.

"And you milady?"

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

She doesn't need to tell the truth, does she?

"I'm well, thank you." The speed with which she drinks her champagne might give the lie to that, a bit, but not much.

"You're here frequently?"

[collects_ears]

"As frequently as I'm able." he says, "Though usually Monday nights, as I tend bar here.."

He glances at the empty glass.

"Refill?"

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

She nods.

"Please -- Milliways is your local, then?"

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Seems like we're we're from different places, then. My apologies -- if you'll excuse me?"

There's a poker game not far away, and Liz is...rather good at reading tells.

[collects_ears]

He blinks at her, slightly puzzeled at her wording.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I follow you. I come from a land called Tortall. And I divide my time between there and here in Milliways."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Most definitely Sex on the Beach."

He has an 'ah, memories...' smile on his face. It's subtle, but there, in the very corner of his mouth, a slight twist.

"If you please."

[collects_ears]

"Sex on the beach - coming right up." George can't help but grin as he says this.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Heh."

Random leans on the bar, and shrugs.

"What, now that I've ordered it, is in it?"

[collects_ears]

"Vodka, Peach schnapps, Cranberry juice and Grapefruit juice." he explains, as he passes the drink over the bar.

"Let me know what you think.."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"It's..."

He sips.

"...fantastic. I'm definitely making it later. Thanks."

[collects_ears]

"I'm glad you approve." He smiles. "I'm George Cooper. Who might you be?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Random of Amber."

He takes another sip of the drink.

"At your service, seeing as you know how to make these. Very nice."

[collects_ears]

"Pleasure to meet you, master Random. Where is Amber? I've not heard of it before.."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"No one has, really."

He shrugs, and glances at the time.

"It's an odd world. 'fraid I'm a bit rushed, though."

[collects_ears]

"Then should I see you again, mayhap I'll seek you out and you call tell me about it."

George smiles. "If I can get you anything else tonight, just let me know. If not, goodnight to you.."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Goodnight."

And the glass is set down, and he's off.

[shang-dragon.livejournal.com]

There's a Shang Dragon at the bar with a wide grin. "Evening, Cooper. I'd heard I might see you around this place."

[collects_ears]

"As I live and breathe.. if it isn't the Shang Dragon." George grins.

"I'd heard tell you were about this place.."

[shang-dragon.livejournal.com]

"Never anywhere else these days."

[collects_ears]

[[ooc: Need to head to bed. Woe. But would LOVE to slow-time with you! *hopes*]]

[shang-dragon.livejournal.com]

[OOC: No prob. I live on slowtime these days.]