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[mnt_mike]

"Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets
Staring over at the neighbor's, knickers down.
He's got his knickers down."

Sings the happy-go-lucky Head Bar-ex-turtle.
He's behind Bar with a HUGE stack of papers in front of him.
There are crayons.

Fear.

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[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Matilda is still young enough to giggle at the word "knickers". So she does so. And then wanders over to peer at the papers and the crayons. And perhaps at the ex-turtle, too.

Matilda's peering is fearless. And adorable.

[mnt_mike]

Age has nothing to do with it, "knickers" is just a fun word overall.
His eyes dart up, getting a good look at the girl.

The tune remains the same, but the lyrics...change.

"You don't actually think that I don't see you
Looking over at what I'm drawing here.
I've got some crayons here."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

The new song is greeted with yet more giggles.

And one of his crayons mysteriously decides to do a little dance in the air. It's yellow. She gazes at it as she compels it to do the yellow-crayon tango.

[mnt_mike]

"So, Madam Paraffin Thief, what can I get for you?"

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

The giggles are sticking around. It seems to be a good gig. Perhaps they will invite friends and have a party.

"I don't think I'm old enough to be a madam. And my name's Matilda, not Paraffin Thief. Are crayons even made of paraffin?" She drops the tangoing crayon back where she found it and takes a seat at the bar. "Are you the bartender, then? I didn't even know there was one."

[mnt_mike]

"Hmmm. What order do I answer those questions in? Maybe I'll just answer them and let you figure out which answer goes with which question. Yes and Yes."

He grins.

"It's nice to meet you Matilda, I'm Mike."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you too, Mike. And to answer your question, I'd like a hot chocolate if it's not too much trouble." She smiles cutely up at him. Matilda is good with the cute.

[slayer_fray]

"Rutting hell, that stack of papers is taller than I am."

[mnt_mike]

"Scary enough, when we started it was taller than you when you were tall yourself....if that makes any sense at all."

[slayer_fray]

"Um... kinda?"

She celebrates the fact that it's taller than her by climbing it and sitting on it. Paper's soft.

"How's it going?"

[mnt_mike]

"Okay, I guess. I had no idea there was so much stuff involved in this. No wonder Bernard kind of took to hiding out in his room. If I had to deal with this day in and day out, I'd hide too....not that I'm gonna..."

He takes a paper umbrella from the garnish bin, opens it, and hands it over towards Mel.

It's purple.

[slayer_fray]

Mel stands to accept the umbrella, opens it, and then mimes shaking it out before she shoulders it and starts strutting on the pile.

"Should I be singing?"

[mnt_mike]

"Everyone should always be singing."

Hey says with a smile as he leans his elbows on Bar's top.

[necessary_child]

Sam's spent all day in the university library helping to research old Slavic languages for a paper due tomorrow, and consequently managed to miss his lunch. So he sits at the bar eating a very belated lunch and doodling absently on a notepad covered in a language that looks like Russian but isn't, and managing to abstract one of Mike's crayons when the nib of his pencil breaks.

The crayon, incidentally, is pink. He may not have noticed.

[mnt_mike]

"I don't know that carmelized salmon is really your color."

Remarks the man behind the bar.

[necessary_child]

Sam looks at his hand, looks up, and grins. "Everything's my colour. Because I am just that good."

[mnt_mike]

"That's a bold statement right there, what do you have to back it up?"

[necessary_child]

"What, my dashing good looks aren't enough?" Sam is SHOCKED AND INSULTED by the very notion that they aren't. SHOCKED AND INSULTED.

[mnt_mike]

"Good looks will get you through the door, but what's going to keep you there?"

[tragic_mask]

The muse of tragedy waits, politely, as the ditty goes on.

[mnt_mike]

If no one stops him, he'll just keep right on going...

"So the summer is eternity for you?
Sleeping in until your father's shaking you down,
He's shaking you down.

And the mailroom shift gets a real short shrift
As you dole out the packages, no-one seems to want you around,
All skulking around."

[tragic_mask]

Well, if he's not going to stop--

Melpomene clears her throat. Loudly.

[mnt_mike]

Mike freezes, mid lyric.

And yes...that means he holds that note, as he slowly turns towards the person trying to get his attention.

[tragic_mask]

The songstress waves one silver-bracelet-ed arm.

"Yes, hello. Are you Mike?" Attempting to ignore the long, baritone note that's quickly gaining on her.

[mnt_mike]

"That'd be me, yes. Hi,...and you are?"

He says after taking a breath. It's hard to hold a note that long.