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milliways_bar2006-10-31 01:17 pm
necessary_child) wrote in milliways_bar2006-10-31 01:17 pm
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The door hasn't been working for Sam for a day or so, and consequently the Band Candy has worn off.
And he realises just how badly he's almost certainly screwed up.
So it's not really a surprise that he hasn't exactly been trying too hard to return to Milliways. But the bar (and the mun) have other plans, so he walks in now, backwards, talking to the student behind him, wearing his usual all-black (though for some reason without a jumper) and the face of a man trying very, very hard not to think.
Well, he was wearing all black. As the door closes behind him, his clothes abruptly turn bright red, and two small, pointy bright-red horns poke through his thick black hair as the book he was holding turns into a pitchfork. (He's also gained a matching red pointy tail, but he hasn't noticed that yet.)
"...What the..."
It takes several seconds for the reason why to sink in. "Ha, ha. Very fucking funny, Bar." (At any other time, he might have found this funny.)
He stalks over to Bar proper, plonking himself on a barstool.
"Oh well, at least there's one benefit to this shithole. Atlantean, please, the largest you've got. And keep them coming."
Bar provides, along with a neat white card saying 'Killjoy' which Sam steadfastly ignores.
"Ta."
Sam has every intention of getting screamingly drunk, but misery loves company, so he doesn't mind (with one definite exception) being talked to. Just don't ask him what happened or tell him getting drunk never solved anything.
And he realises just how badly he's almost certainly screwed up.
So it's not really a surprise that he hasn't exactly been trying too hard to return to Milliways. But the bar (and the mun) have other plans, so he walks in now, backwards, talking to the student behind him, wearing his usual all-black (though for some reason without a jumper) and the face of a man trying very, very hard not to think.
Well, he was wearing all black. As the door closes behind him, his clothes abruptly turn bright red, and two small, pointy bright-red horns poke through his thick black hair as the book he was holding turns into a pitchfork. (He's also gained a matching red pointy tail, but he hasn't noticed that yet.)
"...What the..."
It takes several seconds for the reason why to sink in. "Ha, ha. Very fucking funny, Bar." (At any other time, he might have found this funny.)
He stalks over to Bar proper, plonking himself on a barstool.
"Oh well, at least there's one benefit to this shithole. Atlantean, please, the largest you've got. And keep them coming."
Bar provides, along with a neat white card saying 'Killjoy' which Sam steadfastly ignores.
"Ta."
Sam has every intention of getting screamingly drunk, but misery loves company, so he doesn't mind (with one definite exception) being talked to. Just don't ask him what happened or tell him getting drunk never solved anything.