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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Good evening all, and welcome to Milliways Happy Hour. Before I begin, let me direct everyone still suffering hangovers from last night's immensely successful lake party to the bar, where in addition to our normal specials, Pettigrew's hangover remedies will be doled out free of charge. Eh, you paid for the beer. *shrugs*

Also, someone left a pair of pink unmentionables by the lake, if you would like to claim those they'll be in the Lost And Found box with seventeen black umbrellas and Excalibur.

As I've been tinkering with the kegging system and somehow buggered something up, tonight's beers are dirt cheap -- I've got to replace the kegs before the week is out. Your lucky day, Constantine.

Tonight's specials are steak sandwiches -- well, we had some leftover steak from Reg's enthusiastic barbecuing -- and deep-fried paradoxes, as well as some lovely fish the Giant Squid left on the doorstep this morning. Very fresh. Not quite sure what sort they are, but Gil assures me they taste wonderful and probably won't turn you into anything untoward.

As a gentle reminder, please do attempt to adhere to the Code of Milliways. *points to a list on one side of the tab blackboard, which reads:*

Disembowelling, hexing, cursing, attacking, shooting, swordplay, toying with causality or the fates of mortals, brawling, and similar "professional" activities are not allowed in the bar. Please reserve such things for the Back Room. Involuntary activities such as Propheteering and dying are permitted within reason.

Remember to tip your waitbeings. *smiles and begins pre-emptively pulling pints from the taps*

Comments

[capt_angie]

'Lo. you got any fire whiskey back there? or anything with a similarly high alcohol content? some of those deep fried paradoxes sound great too.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Sure thing. Good to see some Hogwarts folk around.

*tips a wink and pours out a firewhiskey, sliding along a basket of things which look and taste precisely like an onion ring does not.*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

[ooc: hob will be back in a couple of hours and may even, if dream isn't immediately visible, venture into the bar. XD]

[goodnightjulia.livejournal.com]

[If Dream-mun and I get our way, Dream will be picking on Barbie. Bwahahaha.]

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

Here's a tip: don't count on anyone but yourself.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Splendid, I'll remember that. Did you want a drink, or merely to harass your bartender?

[mnt_raph]

Yo, Black.

What's the deal with the tree outside?
Li'l warning woulda been nice.

*Raph is sporting a glorious black eye*

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

"It's a Whomping Willow, Raph. It...whomps.

"Tickle it in the right place and it will stand still for hours, though. Just like less lively trees."

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*behind Peter's explanation* Sorry. I didn't think anyone would get to close to it, it's way to hell and gone beyond where the party was.

Er. Free drinks for a bit cover it?

[leplusbeau]

Juste to know. Thiz. It waz needed. She asked. I am brilliant. Et beautiful.

*beat*

Can I have a Cloud 9?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

I'm going to have to take the scorchmarks off your tab, you know that, right?

*sighs*

*begins mixing a Cloud 9* Decaf or regular coffee?

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine comes downstairs and moves gracefully to the bar.*

...Perhaps I might have a glass of wine?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*calm but very, very polite*

'Course, miss. House red's good tonight, or there's some claret. Have any particular thing in mind?

[clumsy_auror]

*leans onto the bar* 'Lo, Sirius. Can I get a steak sandwich and a beer, please?

Brilliant party last night.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

It was, rather, wasn't it? You want cheese or onions on the sandwich? *pulls a pint of thick, dark beer*

[beastlybeauty.livejournal.com]

*Belle walks up to the bar, she is looking tired, but bright eyed.*

Hi, Sirius is it?

Could I get a steak sandwhich and a glass of water?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Sure thing, miss. *pours the water* Cheese or onions on that sandwich?

[fevered-dreams.livejournal.com]

*Rodya wanders in looking freshly rested, for once*

Vodka, please, Sirius. Actually, no, I'll have some of that beer from last night, if you would.

[beastlybeauty.livejournal.com]

*Notices him near her and calls out*

Rodya! I haven't seen you in a while!

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

The dark stuff? Sure thing. *pulls a pint of dark, thick beer* Here you are then. You look well -- Rodya, isn't it?

[mogget_cat]

*wanders up to the bar*

Could I get a steak sandwich, hold the sandwich? And very rare?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*lifts eyebrow* translation, raw steak?

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Nods a greeting at the cat from his seat*

Kitty.

I don't want to pat you.

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*looks nervous*

Er. Sirius. Wanted to speak with me, right?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, you sleep all right? *pours out a cup of tea, automatically* Relax, I'm not going to shout at you. This time. *grins* Sugar? Milk?

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

I'll have a steak sandwich, please, and a glass of orange juice.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*pouring the OJ* Right you are, miss -- onions or cheese on that sandwich?