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[bringer_of_fun]

[[ OOM: Emotional hangover.]]

Bobby comes into the bar with a paperback book, a spiral notebook and an assortment of writing implements in his arms. He sets them down on a table near the bar, then goes to get 'study food' before settling in to a chair and staring at a blank notebook page, thinking of what to write.

Completely botherable.

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[electro_kinetic]

Nori comes in looking...surprisingly normal. She still has her gauntlets on, as always, but she's in a very attractive short black skirt and a long sleeved grey shirt, with knee-high black boots. The heels made her taller, and she walked differently, but it'd take a while to tell that from the way she's standing stock-still and surprised.

"Uh. Not where I intended to be."

Happy Hour

[not_his_pa]

William's been working all day in the stables and frowns when he gets a napkin with his chili and cornbread.

Then nods and moves behind the Bar, his face is covered with some impressive bruises since he has a nice black eye and a split lip from the bar brawl. He's also hoping to see Thalia again, that ride with her was just nice.

Miss Barlow ended up getting arrested but he was able to leave just in time, so he's been making sure everything's fine in the stables for her.

He grins as he writes up the specials even though it hurts and prepares a coffee with some whiskey in it for himself along with wrapping his bandanna around some ice for his lip.

Specials
Gunfire
Irish Fistfight
Vodka
Coffee

Once they're written up he sits down to eat his dinner quickly, he doesn't know how busy things might be.

(OOC: Still open for new tags but mun had a long week. I'll tag things tomorrow.)

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[young_womble]

This is the home of the Womble.
Wellington is in a warm cosy spot by the fire. He has a waitrat on his shoulder, which he has been tending back to health after it caught the flu off a patron.

He found it trying to use kitchen supplies to make a roly-poly pudding around a baby demonic bunny, who was putting up with it mostly out of curiousity.

As he goes about his work picking up lost kitchen items from under and around the tables, you may find him by your feet, or hear the waitrat sneeze from his shoulder.