1185/Clocking Out

Clocking Out
Date of Scene:	28 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Ravenna Levesque, Jessica Jones, Indiana Jones

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Lucifer has posed:
Lux never sleeps, but the employees do. Well, most of them, anyway. Lux is a strange place to bartend. There are few drunks and no brawls to contend with; no one stiffs the bar or tries to strongarm anyone for free snacks and favors.

On the other hand, the expectation of stellar customer service clearly abounds, and it takes a lot of hustle to keep all the customers happy, fed, and watered. Still, there are times when actviity lulls, and only the Bartender-- ever present-- remains behind the polished mahongany bartop, always working, always with a smile for customers.

Still, when Ravenna clocks out, there's time and attention for her to grab a drink, and he's there when she's ready to pack it in but not go home yet. "You want a roadie?" he offers Ravenna, picking up a glass and rolling it on his fingertips with ain inquisitive tilt of his brow.

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
It had been a very long shift for Ravenna, and while she finds the work rewarding and the patrons to be very appricative of her skills. Still, by the end of the night, her shoes feel tight and her face is slightly sore from all of the fake smiling. After clocking out, she walks over to the bar and leans against it.

"I should go home and have a bath and wash the day off but... why not." After all, the free membership should at least be used on occasion, she has earned it after today. So she slips out of her shows and settles into a barstool. She pulls sevearl pins out of her hair to let it fall down and signal that she is definatly off the clock. "So, I've been meaning to bring something up but I haven't had the chance to yet."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"At this point all three of the top bidders are now congregating here," one Jessica Jones murmurs to her Grandfather, just before entering Lux, taking the opportunity to update him on the matter of the missing book. "Aaron Klein, Helen McConnell and Donald Weeks. I still think we're not going to have any shot at recovering the thing until Gemini arranges the sale." Gemini being the current nom de plum of the pair of thieves who have stolen the Gutenburg Bible.

She //has// still been working this case, despite spending entirely too much recreational time at Lux.

She is back in the same modest black one-piece jumpsuit she wore when she first came here to work, her hair loose around her shoulders. Though she's got the flat strappy sandals. He can clean up real good, well, so can she. And if she's been cleaning up real good voluntarily as of late, well.

There's reasons for that.

She had eyed the bar with a thoughtful frown before finally adding, "There's useful information hitting the floor there about half the time. And about half the time...there isn't."

The pensive frown has little to do with what she is saying. Finally, she opens the entry doors, glancing about. The Joneses have arrived at Lux.

Lucifer has posed:
"How about a Prosecco Bellini?" the Bartender offers Ravenna, after some judicious contemplation. "Something grape to help you limp home on," he says, with a florid wink. "I don't recommend dark liquor on an empty belly anyway."

He gets to work and in a few moments, the drink's served up to Ravenna, complete with a fresh pear slice speared across the rim of the glass.

"There, now you're set up to unwind a bit. What did you want to ask me?" he inquires, wiping up some moisture from the preparation with the towel tucked into the front of his apron. Naturally, he never spills a drop of liquor while he works.

But at that moment, he spots Jessica Jones and a rugged looking fellow entering in tandem. He smiles to himself at Jessica's entrance, giving Indy a quizzical look, then focuses back on Ravenna with his brows lifted in silent question at her unspoken inquiry.

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
"That sounds divine." Ravenna says with a smirk as she runs her fingers through her hair to attempt tame it. Watching as the drink is made and passed over she smirks as she consumes a fair bit on it before resuming her conversation. "It's not completely emtpy, but no, nothing too heavy, just something nice to lull me into sleep later."

Ravenna pauses to gather her thoughts and ask her question, her mouth even gets as far as opening when she notices Lucifer's distraction, and just what it is. "Ah... Perhaps another time. The question can wait." She instead returns to her drink and at his quizzical look she leans forward just a bit. "The gentleman I spoke to you about earlier. Knows Jones, apparently related some how, he was asking about her case. Enjoys old whiskey and seems to favor the twenty-six MacCallen." She would have given Lucifer the card earlier when they had a spare moment.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica gives Lucifer and Ravenna a smile and a wave from across the bar, when she spots them looking their way. Her smiles are often fleeting, but here they still come a little more quickly, a little more easily. She approaches soon enough, sliding into the seat next to Ravenna. "Guys, this is my Grandfather, Dr. Henry Jones, who has been helping out with the matter you and I first spoke about." 'You and I' of course, takes in the Bartender. "Grandpa, this is Ravenna Levesque, and the best damned bartender in probably the entire world."

If she feels awkward about coming in here with her grandfather, it doesn't show. For one thing, despite The Bartender's words to her the last time she arrived, well...sometimes she actually /does/ have to come in here on a spot of business.

She says: "I'm going to go with 'Surprise Me' again tonight, if you don't mind."

Indiana Jones has posed:
"I was here earlier." says the older Jones to his female counterpart with a grin as he looks from her to the pair at the bar then back. "The lady gave me a lovely whiskey. Just slightly older than I am." he mutters to Jessica before they get into earshot.

Indy is dressed in the same dark blue suit he was in earlier, but he has ditched the tie and instead has gone with the slightly more casual look of the top buttons of his shirt undone. "I've met Ms. Levesque," he says after Jessica makes the introductions, "But please, call me Indiana, or Indy. My father's name is Henry." He looks to the 'Bartender' and nods, "So, you are the bartender I have been hearing about. Pleasure. I'm thinking I may have to go with Jessica's suggestion and see just how good you are."

Lucifer has posed:
"Good to know," the bartender tells Ravenna, giving her a short not of appreciation, and acknowledging her desire to stifle the current topic of discussion.

The Bartender smiles at Doctor Jones, though like any good service industry member, he doesn't offer a handshake. Jessica, however, gets a smile that lasts a half a beat longer. It's subtle enough, but an alert individual would recognize the darkhaired girl gets a little extra attention that isn't just a good bartender trying to seed the ground for better tips.

"Welcome to Lux," he tells the Joneses, and is already digging under the counter. "Two specials, let's see, let's see... for the /lady/," he says, spinning bottles on his fingertips. "Something brown, lightly bittered, full of flavor... an Old Fashioned," he says, snapping his fingers. Deftly, he flings ingredients at a glass-- but it's bourbon instead of rye, and he sears an orange wedge over a lit match (evoking a *puft* of flames as the citrus oil ignites) and muddles it with bitters and simple syrup, all before pouring it over a glass sphere the size of a child's fist.

"And for the gentleman..." he taps his chin. "Something old and rare, refined... well-aged to round of the harsh edges. How about the Macallan, aged twenty-six years?" he inquires, reaching behind him for the topmost shelf and retrieving a bottle barely three-quarters full to offer Indy some.

He reaches for a lowball glass, but adds no ice. "Neat, of course."

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
"Good to see you again Indiana." She's off the clock so fancy titles are out of her vocabulary for the evening. Though she still looks at Indy with narrowed eyes. Jessica is confirming some of what Indy mentioned earlier, though she added less greats than he did. "Evening Jess." She says politely as she watches the Bartender work his magic. Leaning back in the chair she sips her drink, allowing the more important people time to discuss things.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Sorry," Jess says to Indy, when he insists on Indy. But...'this is my Grandpa Indiana' or 'Indy' doesn't feel totally natural yet. Eventually? It will.

Jessica's own smile for the bartender lingers a little longer, and she watches the flair of him igniting her bourbon and fixing it up for her with this self-same expression on her face. "Perfect," she says, reaching out to inhale it a little before tasting it. She has discovered more flavours of booze and more ways to enjoy it here than she can shake a stick at, and where she's content to swill straight out of the bottle outside of these walls, in here? Something the size of a child's fist seems almost extravagent.

With no concept of 'important' at all, she says, "No trouble with Captain Neckbeard, I hope?"

It occurs to her three seconds after saying it that maybe she shouldn't bring that up at Rav's work, but...it's the same lack of consciousness over 'important' that has her just sort of saying that...she's not real used to having, say, /an employer/ who might be concerned about such things, either.

Indiana Jones has posed:
The slightly long and lingering look that Lucifer gives Jessica and her return smile causes Indy to let out an almost barely audible snort as he glances between the two

A slightly louder snort and an accompanying smirk is given as the Bartender makes his drink, shifting his eyes from the man to Rav and back. "Wow, that was a surprisingly good guess. Almost exactly what I had earlier today. I wonder how you managed to pick my brain like that! It's almost as if a little birdy whispered what I had earlier into your ear."

Indy winks, a good natured smile on his lips as he reaches out for the glass to swirl the amber liquid. "It's all good though, I can't really complain. It's a good glass of whiskey."

Lucifer has posed:
"Scotch," the bartender corrects Indiana. He smiles a little. "Whisky generally refers to fermented malt grain mash. Scotch, however, is made with its own unique process-- and it's Scotch /only/ if it's made in Scotland," he says, a sly grin tugging at the sides of his mouth.

"But I have a feeling you knew that." He glances at his sommeliere, recognizing her oft-expressed frustration at people referring to anything bubbly as Champagne. "It seems you've met my sommeliere, and I'd apologize for picking her brain-- but a good bartender uses any and all tricks at his disposal for good service."

"So, what brings you two in tonight?" he inquires of Jones & Jones, gesturing invitation at the seats next to Ravenna, and clearly including the witch in the conversation. "Out socializing, or are you on a case?"

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
At Jessica's question, Ravenna clears her throat and shakes her head. "None." Though her tone does indicate that no, she does not want to speak about that perticular afternoon in front of her boss. She's still trying to make a lasting impression. She does however take her phone and slip it back into her purse for no reason at all. When Indy calls out her tipping off Lucifer about the drink she shrugs. "He would do the same were I on the otherside of that bar. It's all a part of being a team." With that she leans against the bar to see what brought the Jones' in.

Jessica Jones has posed:
This time Jessica gets the hint as Ravenna shuts her down, and she gets the Hell off of that topic. She also scowls a little at Indy's snort, and then pretends she didn't hear the snort or anything of the sort, lifting the drink to her lips again.

A flash of an apologetic smile which takes in both of Lux's amazing alcohol experts.

"Case, tonight, happy as I always am to visit," Jessica says with another sip of her drink. "Eventually we'll probably have to slip away from your fine bar to work the room a bit. Things are heating up on that thing. Still, I wouldn't come in without saying 'hi' to either one of you. I'll probably swing by for a more informal visit sometime later this week."

As for all of this about scotch vs. whiskey or tip offs vs. cheating, she just stays out of that one. As amusing as it is to hear the kind of sass that just...kind of reinforces for her that yep. She and Indy really are family.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indiana Jones looks to Lucifer and nods with a soft chuckle, "I did, yes. Just like I know that bourbon is a whiskey made from corn in the US, typically in Kentucky, and has to be placed in charred oak barrels to have the name of bourbon. Or that Tequila is only made in the Guadalajara region of Mexico, and has to be one hundred percent blue agave. If it is anything less than a hundred percent blue agave, it is just a Mezcal. But hey, it all goes down the same pipe and after a couple glasses, the distinctions tend to become less and less important."

He lifts the glass in a little salute before taking a sip of the Scotch as he takes a seat, "Oh, I am sure he would, Ms. Levesque. I'm only foolin' with you both. It's not like I am actually upset over it. Trust me, in the grand scheme of things, that doesn't even register as a blip on the radar."

He looks to Jess, "Work the room? Listen honey, unless some kinda tomb opens up under the dance floor that is holding the thing, I ain't sure how much help I am going to be for you out there. I'll do what I can if you want, but I thought I was more here for recovery once we found the thing."

Lucifer has posed:
"Go team," the Bartender tells Ravenna, flashing a grinning approval at her. "Which reminds me-- that shipment from Italy will be here on Monday. Better clear some space for it," he adds.

Indy's expansive knowledge of brewing processes gets an easy, long laugh from the Bartender, and for a moment, the famous archaeologist might get a hint of what keeps Jessica coming around the bar. The Bartender's got the sort of laugh that changes the temperature of the room-- warm, relaxed, vastly pleased. All warm cotton and sunlight wrapped in a musical tone. A psychic? Or just the most mundane of everyday miracles?

"Well said, sir-- and the Macallan's on the house," the bartender assures Indy, nodding at the glass.

"You're welcome to relax at the bar for a few hours. Evening rush won't be for a bit yet," he tells Jessica, finally looking to the dark-haired woman. "But, I'd ask that you not give your grandfather a pickaxe or the like. We /just/ had the floors redone."

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
"Well you obviously know your stuff, are you sure you're not secretly a bartender as well?" Ravenna asks Indy after he finishes his booze lesson. By this time she's finished her beverage and reaches for her purse, but what Lucifer says causes her to pause. Looking at her watch she frowns slightly before sliding off the barstool. "Well I suppose that's my cue for overtime." Reaching down, she'll grab her discarded heels in one hand and slips off behind the bar to drop off her glass. "Enjoy yourselves." She says to the other two before she walks back toward the wine cellar.