[OOC: apologies for long absence]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby wanders in, stretching and yawning a ittle. He looks sleep-fuzzed, and his movements behind the bar are fairly automatic. "Anyone want anything?"

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy heads over for tea, and stares at Bartleby for a few minutes, confused.*

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby focuses on Anthy, and his face gets less sleepy. "Anthy. Hey." His voice is flat.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

What are you doing here? . . . I thought you were gone?

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"I came back. You want anything?"

[ember_eleven]

Ember walks over.

"May I have some dreamberry juice, please?"

She eyes the human behind the bar, but not in the way he might think.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Sure, hon." Bartleby rummages under the bar. "Here you go."

[ember_eleven]

"Thank you very much."

Still eye-ing the human.

"I don't believe I've seen you working here before."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"I've been here for a long time." He offers no further information.

[balletrat]

*Meg waves cheerfully at Bartleby.* Coffee'd be nice . . .

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Black, white, Turkish...? How you doing, darling?" He likes Meg.

[balletrat]

*Meg grins.* Black, strong, absolutely no sugar, please. I'm all right - haven't seen you around much, how've you been? Did run into a friend of yours, though.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby stiffens. "He woudn't happen to be blond, would he? Here's your coffee."

[sir-h-appleby.livejournal.com]

*Sir Humphrey strolls to the bar, an administrative report on tax policy under his arm.*

A scotch, thank you very much. An Oban will do nicely.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, man, we look to be out of the Oban." He looks again. "Try Loch Awe?"

[OOC: and millions gasp as the bar admits to not having something.]

[sir-h-appleby.livejournal.com]

No Oban? Dear me, I was informed this bar served anything! Oh well. I'll have a Loch Dhu in that case. Served with a little mineral water and absolutely no ice, of course.

Oh, and a round of smoked salmon sandwiches would be lovely.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Normally it does." Bartleby frowns. "Something must be going a little wrong somewhere. Huh. Here you go, anyway."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Bartleby!"

Charlie vaults himself over the bar and throws his arms around the angel. "Where've you been, mate? How are you? Are you okay? God, I've missed you."

He remembers the manner of their last encounter and lets Bartleby go. "Erm. How are you?"

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby responds to the hug, and when Charlie tries to back away pulls him back for one more squeeze. "Went... off for a bit.How's your head?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"It's good. It's fine." He's happy to stay in the hug--he'd forgotten how Bartleby smells like home and comfort and safe, quiet places. "I'm fine. And I've missed you. How are you? Are you al right? Really?"

[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki walks over he looks a bit pale*

Hey

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby looks at him expressionlessly. "Hey. You got a job."

[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki stares back, he might be on the verge of tears, but then again it might be that he just woke up*

I did. I'm the pastry chef. Where've you been?

[ghdorr-phd.livejournal.com]

*Dorr wanders over from his booth looking rather disheveled from sleeping in his clothes. He looks rather startled to see a bartender this time.*

Evenin', sir. Could I trouble you for some of that fine whiskey y'all serve here?

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Sure. Which type?"

[ghdorr-phd.livejournal.com]

*He flashes a smile* Southern Comfort, if you please.