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[mightbeconcussed]

[ The video flickers on to reveal a pretty blonde leaning on a bar. She sighs and lays her head on her arms. ]

So, The Houndstooth has been miraculously revived, Crimson Tide memorabilia is intact and this is your formal invitation to come hang with us.

[ She sits up straighter, her hands coming into prayer position. ] Please, please, please. We make some mean drinks, scrumptious chili cheese fries and I look really cute today. Truly, it would be a shame to let this dress go to waste. [ Insert a twirl to show the dress off before the video goes black]

(ooc: action is welcome. She is indeed at The Houndstooth. Network is also a-okay.)

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[sempreadagio]

"I try. Mostly for you. You're kind of my drink mixing guinea pig, only much cuter and more fashionable." After dropping out of college and taking bar tending classes Jill has experimented a lot with mixing alcohols. She knows how to make a drink for any occasion that tastes like anything. She also had one of the best instructors, the guy who actually owned the Houndstooth back in Alabama. She misses him.

Jill leans her elbows on the bar, sipping at her own drink and humming happily with the taste. Yeah, she did good on this one. Not too sweet but just sweet enough. Her tastebuds love it.

"I'm so glad to have this place back. Our apartment and everything else too. But this place." Her features scrunch up a bit with confusion. How in the world this entire city rebuilt itself is beyond her. But it did and she's glad for it.

[mightbeconcussed]

"I am okay with being a drink mixing guinea pig," Lucy says after a moment's contemplation. Experimentation really is the best way to learn and figure things out.

Lucy takes a sip as well, stirring the drink with her straw when she pulls back.

"It's like having a little bit of home." Real home, not the apartment they share. She understands what Jill means by being glad to have this place back.

[sempreadagio]

"Mostly, I'm good as long as I have you. But this place is almost like having a little bit of home here." Jill has to agree.

She takes a sip of her own drink and then wrinkles her nose as she turns back to grab two lime slices and squeeze a little into each of their glasses. "It was a little too sweet, right?" She offers an exaggerated shudder, stirs her drink, and tries it again before nodding. "That's better."

[mightbeconcussed]

Lucy can't help but grin at that. She leans over and kisses Jill on the corner of her mouth. "Ditto, Jilly Bean, but a little bit of houndstooth doesn't hurt."

She takes another sip of the drink and nods. "Definitely. Bartending is your superpower and drinking is mine."