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[river_meimei]

River wanders in. She's still dressed in boots and layers, and a shawl over the top, and a blast of cold air blows in with her. Serenity's heating system is still down.

Clutched in one hand is a pair of pink toe shoes.

Spotting her brother, she heads that way.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Post Milliways, Tonks and Remus]

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[arram-draper.livejournal.com]

Arram appears in the doorway again. Looking around the bar, he curses creatively. Calming, he pushes long hair away from his face and sighs.

"Mithros bless, did I cross the Crooked God?"

Funeral

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

There is a group gathered outside, braving the cold, down by a particular rock by the lake. Charlie's body is there, wrapped in several blankets and head carefully pillowed on the ground. Bartleby watches the stillness of his chest, and then looks around at everyone.

"I... you know why we're here. To-to celebrate the life of Charlie Pace, someone we all l-loved dearly." He takes a breath, and feels his eyes stinging. Pull yourself together. He deserves better. He stands up straighter. "He was so full of life that it's hard to be-believe he is now gone, and. His memory will remain. As brother, as friend, as lover, as m-m-musician.

"And. I was going to say more, but..." He closes his eyes for a second. And then begins the ritualistic prayer. "Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy Will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory, for ever and ever." He exhales, and looks around. "Amen."

He's really crying now, and he retreats back, making way for the next person.

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways Thread]

*Crowley wanders in, looking substantially better than last night. He collects a cup of coffee from the bar, and makes his way over to join the gathering at Bernard's table*

Hyde's No Holds Bar

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde sits at a back booth, wearing a black AC/DC shirt with long johns underneath and jeans, slowly smoking a cigarette, drinking a root beer (Satan's Second Choice) and flipping through a current-to-him copy of Cream magazine. Charlie's death is a bummer (hey, the guy was the first here to buy Hyde a Guinness) and the fact that he's dead, and Hyde missed his funeral, kind of pisses him off. He doesn't get sad over shit like this.

So...whatever.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: In the Staff Quarters]

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Grimmauld Place: getting the letter]



[OOC: Grimmauld Place: Tonks and Death]

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim finally gets an entrance post! He's doing something quite unusual. He's got his favorite wait rat running service for him again, bringing him cup after cup. Seems like he's sticking with beer. But Tim doesn't usually drink. But then again, the whole Charlie thing...but is that enough? He's got his cards in front of him, but isn't touching them at the moment. He stands, and crosses the room, until he is a good ten big steps from the fire place. He raises the Mug in his hands, and takes a page from another book.*

To Charlie!

*Then he downs the glass, and throws it into the fireplace. There is a very nice shatter effect, but the glass remains within the fireplace. Mike Callahan would be so proud. Tim just slumps back to his seat, and takes another glass of beer.*

May you find your reward.

(OOM - personal journal)

[diipu-sabmergii.livejournal.com]

For Haruka

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

After the funeral by the lake, Asar-Suti slowly goes upstairs, alone.

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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter walks over to the bar and pays his tab (which probably isn't too high, as he paid it shortly after New Year's). Everything which he could shrink and stuff into various pockets and his crystal case has been, for lack of a better word, packed. Val's letter, which he's promised not to read till he leaves Milliways, is tucked in one of his coat's inside pockets.

On the bulletin board, he leaves a ( note )

Only one thing left to do now.

Taking a deep breath, Peter walks up to the front door, opens it and steps onto the path leading back to his world.

The door closes behind him with a barely audible click.

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways Thread, which actually takes place just before this thread.]

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard runs in through the front door, dashes behind the bar, and ties on his apron. It had taken him a couple of hours to persuade Armand to let go this morning.

"What'll it be?"

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: In the Staff Quarters]

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard appears in the doorway to the Staff Quarters, looking around warily.

Thank God, she's not here anymore.

He blearily stumbles up to the Bar and takes a seat, looking at Peter's notice and paling visibly.

He takes some paper and scribbles a letter.*

Nymphadora,

Peter's unBound and has left Milliways for the Wizarding World. He left a note. I thought you and the Order should know. I know he and Remus have some history.

I can't sleep in ourI love you.

--Bernard

*He sends the letter off with the exhausted Hestia, and turns to Richard behind the Bar.*

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti has been on a morning walk along the lake.

Yesterday had been extreme. To say the least. There had been David, and there had been Loki-the-god, and they both fell under long-time temptations finally given in to - one fulfilled, and one accepted for future reference.

And then, there had been the funeral of a friend, something Asar-Suti can't remember ever having been to, not in human shape. People had died on him, and he had missed them, but he's never been in a crowd of mourners that he remembers, crying, and comforting two people that he loved. Yes, loves.

Pensively and rather snowed-upon from his walk, Asar-Suti drifts over to the coffee machine to make himself a café au lait; for some reason, he's chosen a rectangular cup, and so he watches in geekish fascination how well the milk foams up in that form.

Shape informs being, he muses, deciding that in the near future, there has to be more Blais. Or possibly more Hyde, although Asar-Suti would much prefer Blais for some female-shaped fun.

With the foam almost rising out of the cup, he drifts over to his usual chair by he fireplace and sits down with his book.

{{OOC: 1) Mun's at work on her freelance project again; replies will be intermittent. 2) Warnings for both links up there, David's for sex and blood-drinking and magic/vampiric mind stuff, and Loki's for Wrongness That Makes Certain Muns Wail.}}

(OOM - personal journal)

[warudosahakingu.livejournal.com]

That almost went well.

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[alas_alas]

Echo sits in her booth, just staring at the table top. She might get up and move. She might not. Right now she doesn't know what to think.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*There is a small ball of tulle on the floor somewhere in the general vicinity of the bar.

Closer inspection might reveal it to be a small sleeping ballerina. But mostly, there's just tulle.*

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Another night with little or no sleep. Gil's all cried out now and feels cold and empty. Whether the plan to retrieve Charlie will work he has no idea but he puts his faith in Death. She, he feels, above all others is to be trusted. She can certainly be counted on at the end.

He leaves the kitchen to the rats - breakfast, lunch and dinners are all planned - and goes into the bar to post his specials:

Tonights Specials with be our usual range of Sunday roasts.

Today he has no heart for pleasantries.

then he looks around to see if anyone he knows is in this early.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Doctor Jones is enjoying Sunday lunch at the bar. Roast pork, potatoes, carrots and parsnips, with a side of apple sauce and the all crucial crackling. He chows down, taking an occasional palate-cleansing sip of Theakston's Best. He's pretty focused on the food to be fair, which is a great testament to Gil and the rats.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam comes downstairs, tired and grieving. His eyes are red from tears and lack of sleep, but dry right now.

He heads for Charlie's corner automatically.

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[true_desire]

Desire is in the bar. Sitting at the usual table, the Endless lights a cigarette and smokes quietly.

Once the cigarette is finished, Desire stands, straightening out his(her?) shirt and brushing creases (either real or imagined) out of her(his) trousers -- then heads over toward where Meg is.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia didn't go to Charlie's funeral; she's been too many already. Brother, Mother, lover, King and queen, she doesn't want to add 'friend' to her long list]

[so, she sits at the bar]

[and drinks]

[and sings the song she meant to sing to Charlie, because she remembered it after the last time they spoke.]

The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door
He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"
The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside.

He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill
And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill
But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
Only first I am asking you why..."

[ooc: Contained within is femslashy kissing, and then a game of strip bullshit. Use your imagination *g*]

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[broodinghero.livejournal.com]

Angel is in the bar. He's been in the bar more than one would think he just hasn't officially been in for awhile. But he and Buffy are able to be together and she's taking up a lot of his time. But a guy has to eat, or drink in the brooder's case.

He sits down at the bar after ordering a warm cup of pig's blood.

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[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Since it's afternoon, Violet doesn't worry about ordering a nice chocolate milkshake. She takes it, along with a bowl of pasta, to sit at a table. She figures she'll find someone to come talk to her.

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[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Letter to Tonks

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander is sitting in at a table, hunched over slightly. He's kinda just staring off in thought, though without the whole thinking business involved.

(no subject)

[plague-journal.livejournal.com]

The Kid comes down after writing in his notebook, looking for a purplish presence by the fire. With the ex-god apparently not yet in attendance, at least visibly, he goes for a beer. Though his problem can wait, it won't wait comfortably.

(no subject)

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kestrel comes downstairs very slowly, and walks across the room to curl up in a booth.

She doesn't even get coffee.

(no subject)

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Peter Wiggin is bored in the bar.

Oy.

Back in the bar...

[jackie-fever.livejournal.com]

Jackie comes into the bar with her head down, a hot pink beret pulled across her ebony locks. She seems to be busy as she fiddles around in her suede purse. As she walks forward she glances up and lets out a gasp. "Why am I here AGAIN?" She spins around and gazes throughout the room, exasperated.

She sighs and sinks into a chair at the far end of the bar. Maybe Michael would show up and talk to her. Or anyone for that matter. Why wasn't anyone talking to her? She's a cheerleader, after all.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David didn't go home last night.

This should surprise nobody.

So finding him half-awake in one of the chairs by the fireplace, staring at the flames, should be nothing unusual.

Unless you happen to notice the bloodtears and haven't spoken to him in days.

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[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

Lucifer walks in.

He looks somewhere between pensive and amused, but that's hardly new.

He's wearing a black shirt and jeans rather than a suit.

That's new.

Ready to go.....

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard and Armand step in through the front door. They're each dressed warmly and carrying a backpack. Richard spots Tom and waves him over.

(no subject)

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

PeeJee.

In the bar.

With a beer.

And a bag of random, useful stuff.

Yeah. Looks about right.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/]

Smeagol comes downstairs, still carrying paper and pen. He's not smoking tonight, so he orders a cup of tea from the bar and goes to sit down. Halfway across the room he notices Andrew. His face darkens angrily, and his knuckles are white where he's clenching the mug of tea. His first instinct is to hurt him, but he quells it and walks up behind the boy instead.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Out of Milliways; letters to Tom and Bernard]

(no subject)

[anya-after.livejournal.com]

Anya slips down into the bar, grabbing a mug of... something from the bar. She looks around.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard is still at the Bar, smoking and staring into his coffee. It's gone cold.

Suddenly, an owl flies out of the House of Arch and lights on the Bar next to him. She has a letter.

He takes it and reads it, absentmindedly materializing a bowl of water and some treats. After reading it over five or six times, blinking rapidly, he puts his head in his hands and thinks.

He turns the letter over and writes back hurriedly.*

( Letter to Tonks )

*He waits a moment while the owl (not Hestia, she must be in the House of Arch right now) finishes her snack, then sends her back out.

He waits.

He's pretty good at it by now.*

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[eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com]

There is a table set up with attractively arranged pies of all sorts, from Chocolate Mousse to Turnip Surprise (guess who made that one) near the bar. On it is a sign reading "Today is National Pie Day! Celebrate; Eat a Pie!!". Easter finishes arranging the last, and her favorite old fashoned apple pie and steps back to admire it.

"There." She says, satisfied. She turns to Baldrick, "Thank you so much for your help, I couldn't have done it without you. I hope people enjoy them."

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[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki comes into the bar, still seeming a bit catatonic from the discovery he made last night. He gets a cup of irish coffee from the bar and sits in a dark booth. Alone. Will he always be alone?*

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine glides downstairs and glances around the room curiously before going to the bar for tea and fruit, which she takes to her usual table. The Aes Sedai is serenely composed, as usual, but appears to be looking for someone.*

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom walks into the bar. He seems to be looking for something.

After a moment, his eyes narrow in recognition and he disappears under a table.*

[ETA: Uh, smut warning. Yeah.]

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[prydeful]

Kitty's in bar.

Drinking. Slowly.

Come talk to her! You know you want to.

(no subject)

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

*Riddick comes downstairs and as soon as he looks up he realizes that he forgot his goggles and he's blinded until he turns around. Goes back to get the goggles, puts them on and finds an empty stool at the end of the bar where he can have his back to the wall. He still needs shells for the gun, but he orders a beer and any type of food that tastes better than prison food.*

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[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR rolls in from the lake, covered in a fresh, light coat of snow. His scanner flicks quickly-he's in higher spirits than yesterday.

Neverways Post

[go-between.livejournal.com]

OOM

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby didn't sleep. Angels don't technically need sleep, or food, but they're nice. They help. He spent all night staring at the ceiling in Charlie's room, with the quiet breathing of Claire near him, and the quietness of Charlie's stasised body on the bed.

He makes his way to the fireplace and curls into an armchair.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew ambles down the stairs, and heads for the bar to get some dinner. And stops, seeing the notice on the bulletin board.*

*It's a long moment before he notices the signature on the rather smaller note. He steps closer to read it.*

*After another moment, he sits down at the bar and stares ahead blankly.*

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam leaves two notes with the Bar, with a quiet word to her to deliver them after the questers have gone.

( To Dianne )

( To Darien )

(no subject)

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

Aubrey enters.

Really, there's not much to it than that. There is a door. It leads to Jason's room, and then it just totally changes its mind on that and leads to a bar at the ned of the universe where Aubrey is fairly certain she can get a good beer and maybe some cheese fries.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val in in a booth in the bar. It looks like she's been there all night. What's different than usual is that it looks like she's fallen asleep. She has her laptop, and she's sleeping on it. Can anyone say keyboard face? Her headphones are on, so one might have to shake her.

(no subject)

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(Outfit 4)

She glides down the stairs, a slight smile on her face.

(no subject)

[jane_drew]

*Carrying a book, Jane wanders down the stairs, her hair down instead of in her usual, tidy ponytail. She heads over to the bar, humming to herself, and orders a cup of hot chocolate. She retires to a table with her hot chocolate and her book, and begins reading.*

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren looks less out of sorts than he did last night (Isabel to thank for it, most likely), and he's beginning to wonder if leaving Meg passed out on the floor as he did was, and there's no other word for it, impolite of him.

Therefore, he gets himself a beer and does nothing about any of it.

(no subject)

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom is in the bar, diligently making his rounds. He looks vaguely embarrassed, but that's only to be expected when a stranger like that decided to be your roommate without even asking first*

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Letter to Bernard]

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_iamforge_/]

George walks down from Bill's room, Fred-less.

He needs a bit of time alone. Something's bothering him, quite a bit, and it's something he can't just laugh away for once, though he's going to try. It's something that involves himself and his place in things.

It's something that involves family.

He looks around the bar, a bit disappointed. He was hoping for a good cheering up, but it looks like there should be dirges playing, judging from the looks on everyone's faces.

"What is this, a wake?" he asks aloud, a joking grin on his face.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg heads into the bar from - goodness gracious, she's come through the front door!

This is a thing which has not happened in quite a while.

Moreover, there is snow on her hair, her bodice has changed, she is wearing a different cloak - not Val's rose-embroidered gift, but one from home - and her hair is tied back in a bun, as if she has come straight from practice. Which, in fact, she has.*

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

This all feels familiar.

Spike stands in the corner by the door, his jacket slung over his shoulder, gun peeking out of its inside pocket. He looks around the room, then laughs -- but only to himself.

It's what he did the first night he found himself here, completely clueless, all alone, no idea where the fuck this bar was.

This night, he heads over to his favorite table by the fire and sits, warming his hands. This is home now.

What a concept.

(no subject)

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander is still in the bar. Again.

[ooc: Sorry those I was in slow time with. Was gone longer than anticipated. I'm back there still, so feel free to jump back over there if you're still on.]

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland is sitting in an armchair by the fire.

He's got his Tet Corporation coffee cup in hand.

There may or may not be just a little bit of whiskey in his coffee.

~ leaving ~

[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing comes down the stairs, Beowulf in tow - yes, he found him, he had been in Connor's room - had followed Connor and Faith back to New York - stupid dog - and approaches the bar. He asks the bar to deliver a couple letters.

"Bar, if Rose stops by, could you be sure she gets this?"

( Letter to Rose )

"And, the next time Nick's around, can you get this to him?"

( Letter to Nick )

"And this one for Connor."

( Letter to Connor )

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie Dean comes into the bar and orders a bowl of Froot Loops. He sits down and begins to eat them with every sign of enjoyment. Millitime not withstanding, it must be after 6 pm.

Bad bachelor habits. He has a wife to stop him from doing this kind of thing, but she's not around right now.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Letter to Nymphadora Tonks]

(no subject)

[seeking-bucho.livejournal.com]

The mariachi walks down the stairs looking oddly cheerful and relaxed. On his way to the bar, he happens to give the bulletin board a glance and notices a certain notice. He stops and rereads it. He'd only met Charlie once, but he seemed like a decent fellow. Silently, he crosses himself and continues on a good bit less cheerfully toward the bar.

ETA: And now, he's heading back upstairs because the mun's cold meds are kicking in.

(no subject)

[kabeleced]

Look! It's a Reg! In the bar!

If he isn't thinking "ignorance is bliss" yet -- and it's doubtful he is, or has reason to -- it's likely he will be shortly.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy re-enters, detours for tea, and picks up the Tray of Dios tray of waitressing, which has acquired suspicious permanant marker elephant decorations.*

(no subject)

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

Shadow opens the front door, flips a braid over her shoulder and sighs.

"Tis not as if I'd anything else to do this evening, of course," she grumbles.

Ah, well. A tavern's a tavern as far as she's concerned, even if the company's a little more diverse than at home.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Having disappeared into his room to write a letter, Bernard emerges from the Staff Quarters and goes behind the bar to tend.

It's too late for Happy Hour, but that doesn't mean he can't get his mind off things with work.

He lights a cigarette and waits for the orders to come in.*

Impound.

[steadfastknight]

He looked distinctly unhappy. Slightly damp around the edges, chilled, jaw set. No, for once, this was a very unhappy car.

Police impound.

He hated police impound.

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

[OOM: Will and Bran, North Wales]

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

This is Hel, sliding down from upstairs. She's a ring short, because she payed for a weeks worth of room and that was all she had. Her hair is brushed, but still in front of half of her face. Its better that way. She's also managed to get the majority of dirt and grime from the inside of Yggdrasil off of her skin and clothing.

(no subject)

[turnipman.livejournal.com]

Baldrick leaves the kitchen. There's enough clean dishes to last the rest of the night.

He grabs a beer and a packet of kettle chips, and sits down to relax.

(no subject)

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

The door to the llinen closet opens, and Leigh-Cheri gracefully exits.
She's sleep rumpled and wearing only the dress the blonde witchy woman forced upon her the night before, but somehow on her it works. Maybe a little too well.
There's no left over sign that she'd been crying, which is good as redheads get all blotchy after crying. It's very unattractive, and if she's to win this war she's found herself drafted into, she must look her best at all times.

As she makes her into the bar proper her eyes shoot daggers at the offending table. She tries to brighten her mood with thoughts of the pleasent drinking glass and the ever so polite broom that woke her this morning.

The first thing she sees is a very familar face. Steeling her resolve, she makes her way over.

Two can play at this game.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim hasn't been sleeping. He's been writing. His room is stacked with notebooks. But he leaves the writing to his room, doesn't want any one else to see it. He's trying to figure things out, and it doesn't seem to be working. There are bags under his eyes, big enough for a family of four. He slouches into the room, more of a teenager walk then he's used ina long time. He takes a seat at the bar, closes his eyes, then sits back up right. He doesn't seem to register if anyone is behind the bar or not, he just runs hsi hands along the edge of the bar and speaks.*

Tea, triple brewed.

*His cards are in his hands as is usual nowadays. They've been quite useful.*

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Upstairs, in Faith's room...

But of course, eventually, the tears stop. The feeling returns to her legs. And she picks herself up off the floor, wipes her face, and goes down to the bar, the tear tracks and cut knuckles blatantly obvious to anybody who looks twice.