Happy Hour

[boston_bruiser]

"What? Bullshit."

Guess who got The Napkin?

I don't see why you're so upset.

"Oh, gee, I don't know, maybe it's because of that MRE bullshit you pulled a couple days ago?"

Can't you take a joke?

"So long as it doesn't give me goddamn indigestion, yeah."

Look, this is the fastest way to pay off your tab.

"What tab? I paid all that shit off days ago. You'll do anything to screw with -"

Just do it.

Voodoo sighs and gets to work - that specials board isn't going to fill itself out.

Two minutes later, it's done.

Specials
Everything except cocktails

Don't ask me to make a cocktail and your drink is half off

We never said he was all that imaginative.

Anyone passing by will see Voodoo sitting on a stool behind the bar, crossed feet on the bar and reading through a copy of Paradise Lost. The M60? It's behind him, on top of the drinking cabinet. Well inside his peripheral vision, though - he's not stupid.

(no subject)

[not_his_pa]

William enters through the back door and shakes the rain off of his hat since Miss Barlow's gone back to her world and Bill's been around, he's been staying in the Bar.

Today while he was taking care of the horses, the rain surprised him, its been there most days but this afternoon he ended up in the midst of a downpour.

He's worried about the book he had in his coat pocket and takes it out while he orders some chili and coffee, the dime novel's kind of drooping. Maybe if he upends it near the fire it'll get readable again.

(no subject)

[one_man_army]

When he steps through the door, it takes him a half-second to adjust to the change in surroundings before the realization hits his features, a smile spreading across his face. It's been a month (bar time) since he's been here, but for Carl out in his world, it's been longer.

(Five months and seventeen days.)

"Well it's about bloody time," he comments, to nobody in particular.

And then he's heading for the bar, hoping to find his girlfriend somewhere in the crowd (or at least a note) and will eventually look for a cold beer and a shower.

(Because while living in a refugee camp in Sub-Saharan Africa -- even as staff -- has done wonders for his tan, it has not done wonders for a layer of dirt and sweat on his skin. Especially after working to secure fencing all day.)

He'll be downstairs for awhile.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Saturday, April 17th, 2010 is a little chilly in New York, a little drizzly, and Nita could not care less because it's her twenty-first birthday. That's right: the big one.

Her friends, including Carmela, took her out to dinner at a nice Italian place, where she had her first glass of Shiraz and her first glass of Riesling. They'd tried to talk her into going club-hopping afterward, but she begged off, telling them she had someplace else to go tonight.

After all, she spent some pretty formative years at that bar at the end of the universe. It just makes sense that she go there when she's finally of legal drinking age.

So Nita walks into Milliways wearing a skirt, leggings, and a red halter-top (for once un-self-conscious about the scars on her forearms) -- and just slightly giggly from the wine earlier. She's heading straight for Bar, trying to figure out what the heck she should order. Carmela's trailing behind her playing chaperon, similarly dressed up but sober.

(no subject)

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Easter is right around the corner, and so when Bill came downstairs bored and not sleepy, Bar gave him something to do.

On the counter there are several plastic cups full of various dyes, a bowl of hard boiled eggs, and a line of marshmallow Peeps. Bill is busy using the dye to color the eggs, while eating the Peeps.

He's a little messy at it, as is evidenced by his multicolored fingertips, the splotches on his pants and shirt front, and the puddles that are around from where he's spilled.

Apologies if this mess encounters anyone accidentally.

Part I

[tobeclosetohim]

[ OOM: Not Quite Out Of Milliways--

"The invitation so kindly extended to us."

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