Her giggling is infectious; he's already starting to laugh, too, as he half-demands, "What does that even mean?"
He squeezes through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowds and manages to get close enough to the bar to stake an elbow on it. (Turns out the bartop is just as sticky as the floor.) Peering down first one length of the bar, then the other, he eyes the glasses of the other patrons for anything interesting. Something a deep, shimmery orange in a broad cone of a glass, a little citrus peel curled on top for decoration -- that looks good, he decides, and flags down the bartender to order two of them.
"They shook it!" he declares to Ingress as he hands off her glass. "Here you are."
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Date: 2020-10-04 02:27 am (UTC)He squeezes through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowds and manages to get close enough to the bar to stake an elbow on it. (Turns out the bartop is just as sticky as the floor.) Peering down first one length of the bar, then the other, he eyes the glasses of the other patrons for anything interesting. Something a deep, shimmery orange in a broad cone of a glass, a little citrus peel curled on top for decoration -- that looks good, he decides, and flags down the bartender to order two of them.
"They shook it!" he declares to Ingress as he hands off her glass. "Here you are."