In memory...

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

It is a rather subdued Horta who enters the Bar from the back door. Naraht has just seen a very good friend literally run into Eternity's embrace. He knew it was coming, but that doesn't help much.

Many cultures consider getting totally plastered before noon to be strange if not competely unacceptable. Well, as far as Naraht is concerned, those cultures can take a walk out the nearest airlock because the wake starts now, hour of the day be damned.

He goes to the Bar and orders a huge amount of graphite along with several bottles of whiskey, scotch and other liquors. It's so out of character that it takes some wheedling before she lets him have it. He takes the tray a table in the center of the room, cranks his voder volume up and announces his intensions to the bar at large.

"If anyone would care to join me in consuming intoxicants in honor of my friend Barry Allen, you would be most welcome."

He holds up a chunk of graphite expectantly.

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

A bird comes gliding down from the rafters and lands on the table. This is probably the first time where Amadna has regretted being in this form.

Naraht will find that the birds wings are doing thier best approximation of hugging the horta.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

The Horta gives a small start of suprise.

"Raven?"

He franticly signals for a waitrat to bring cookies.

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Okay both Naraht and Guppy have mentioned Raven. Now she has got to meet him.

The bird hops back a few steps, "I'm sorry Naraht. It's me Amanda." then she hops forward again and attempts to hug him again. "I'm sorry about Barry." she may not have been close to the speedster but she understands that her friends will miss him.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

This is weird.

Well maybe not as weird as when Naraht wound up as a freaking mermaid, but...

"Amanda...how?" He shakes himself all over. "Thank you. We knew it was coming but that never really helps as much as you think it should."

He waves his fringe at the bottles. "Can you...well enjoy any of that in this form?"

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

The bird lowers her head, "No it never does help." this is something that she knows all too well.

She looks over at the bottles, "I don't know. Suppose there is only one way to find out."

[inquisitivehero]

Hank smiles as he walks over, his eyes bright, and hugs Naraht.

"Bravo, my friend. bravo."

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

He hugs Hank back as he reaches for his second chunk of graphite.

"Sometimes, you just gotta get drunk enough to not care about crying," he says. "What's your pleasure. The first few rounds are on me."

The first few dozen rounds it looks like from the number of bottles on the table.

[inquisitivehero]

Hank smiles.

"No getting drunk for me today, but I will lift a glass of drink to him, for once and for all."

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

"Good enough," Naraht says, pouring him a drink. "I'll need someone sober enough to provide bail money if necessary."

[inquisitivehero]

Hank eyes Iohor.

"Now hatchmate... no starting fights, or breaking things. A wake is a celebration. Honor, not sorrow.... even if we feel the latter more."

He lifts his glass.

"To Barry Allen, One Last Run."

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

Catherine's there. Badly in need of a drink.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

What a charming coincidence. Naraht has all these intoxicants up for grabs.

He reaches out to hug her. "Come join the party, Catherine. The drinks are my shout."

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

Well, you know, detective intuition and all that.

She hugs him back, tightly, shutting her eyes for a moment before nodding. "Thank you. I think everyone needs this today."

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

"I know," he says. "And I believe in being proactive. What would you like?"

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

She laughs wobbily. "The strongest thing you have."

[guppy_sandhu]

There's a little curly-haired figure curled in a ball on the floor by the fire who looks in real need of a drink.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Over by the fire? That's no good. There's no booze near the fire.

Naraht sends a note to Guppy via a waitrat.

Dear, Dr. Sandhu.

Your presence is requested at my table for a drunk of cosmic proportions.

~Naraht

[guppy_sandhu]

It takes quite a lot of poking from the rat for him to even uncurl. He takes the note, his hand shaking, and reads it. Then he looks up, stiffly gets up, and comes over. His face is pale and his eyes haunted.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

There is a drink waiting for him.

A good stiff drink.

And an even stiffer Horta offering a shoulder to cry on.

"We don't need to be alone at times like this, Guppy."

[guppy_sandhu]

He sits on the floor next to the horta and picks up the drink, trying not to spill it.

"Thank you" he whispers, his throat so tight he can't make much sound. With his spare hand he reaches down for the horta's fringe.

[md_donighal]

The man in the gray suit makes his way over to the table. "Well, this is a motley company," he observes. "Not everybody, I hope."

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[aberrantangels]

[Sorry, tag is from here.]

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

From the unsteady rippling of Naraht's fringe, he's had a considerable amount of graphite by now.

"Probably more later," he says. "After the first sting starts to fade."

He reaches for a bottle of whiskey (it takes three tries) and offers it to the newcomer. "Drink? It's all for friends of Barry."

[md_donighal]

"Quite possibly," the man in the gray suit allows as. "I suspect many of them didn't know it was coming; Angelo, for one, probably had no idea. I myself wasn't certain."

He accepts the bottle in the spirit in which it was offered,*pours himself a glass and raises it. "To Barry Allen, the man who was the Silver Age." He knocks it back and smacks his lips. "I'm Michael, by the way. Michael Donighal."

* Although he knows it'll affect him about as much as Vanilla Coke affects his mun.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht finishes off his last graphite with the toast and reaches for another.

"Naraht. Dahai Iohor Naraht," he says. "Glad to meet you. Would have been gladder under different circumstances."