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[the_gene_genie]

He's starting to think he works more here than at home. Still, he doesn't attempt to argue this time; he's well aware of the size of his tab. But he's hardly going to submit without stipulations. He's not stupid.

'Gonna make it worth my while, then?'

A napkin appears, with a message that turns his expression from resigned to shocked.

'No need for that! Soddin' women.' Hmpfh. 'Go on then, go away an' stop botherin' me.'

There's a pause, and then a box appears. It's Subbuteo, and his face brightens immediately. 'Nice one, luv.'

SPECIALS

Ale (from Central Manchester)

Beat me in a penalty shoot out, have one on me.

He's been playing this game his whole life. He fancies his chances.


'Come an' get it then.'

Bar's open.



[OOC: Celebrating having handed all my coursework in! It's playtime, folks - this is open for new tags for the next 9.5 hours (1am GMT). Brief slowtime in a couple of hours for child-collecting; other than that, have at! :D]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox is taking in a bit of nice cool air. In Gotham, it's the height of summer. Which means long sweaty commutes on balky trains or running up the electric bill on the AC. So a taste pseudo-Scottish spring is quite welcome.

Come say hi.

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[twoyearsmore.livejournal.com]

The door to Milliways opens, admitting an excited red-haired girl that hasn't been seen in the bar in quite a while. And by excited the narrations means Excited, with a capital 'E'; she's practically bouncing as she comes in. The reason for her good mood is firmly clenched in one hand.

Lily Luna Potter has finally received her Hogwarts letter.

Eventually Lily calms down enough to realize that she hasn't ended up in her bedroom, where she'd been heading. When she realizes where she is, her face lights up even more (if it were at all possible).

"I didn't think I'd see this place again!"

First Time

[like-a-clock.livejournal.com]

( cut for spoilery stuff )

The door to the bar opens, and a pale woman with messy dark hair walks in, dragging a bespectacled man with her. The two of them stand, hand in hand, looking around in stunned silence for a few moments.

Then she looks over at him. "This isn't your kitchen, and I'm not...I'm not..." crazy.

[tiny tag: Beetee and Wiress]