http://unwraith.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
unwraith.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
milliways_bar2007-02-11 09:24 am
unwraith.livejournal.com) wrote in milliways_bar2007-02-11 09:24 am
(no subject)
Michael comes through the door, a tired but relieved smile on his face.
It's been a few days since the end of the fighting in his world. He'd opened the door for Rachel and Suzi to return, but he'd felt he should remain a little longer.
The nearly empty bar surprises him, until he receives a note from Bar saying, Go look outside, with a cup of hot cider and an oversized beach towel, the right size for two or three people to sit on.
It's been a few days since the end of the fighting in his world. He'd opened the door for Rachel and Suzi to return, but he'd felt he should remain a little longer.
The nearly empty bar surprises him, until he receives a note from Bar saying, Go look outside, with a cup of hot cider and an oversized beach towel, the right size for two or three people to sit on.
no subject
"Last one outside has to buy the beer," and he sprints for the back door.
no subject
It'd be something he'd do.
no subject
This is Michael's face after he falls on his ass. Wind knocked out of him.
no subject
no subject