IT'S FRIDAY, FRIDAY, TENDIN' BAR ON FRIDAY!

[cobbalstones.livejournal.com]

A certain someone wearing a worn Yale sweatshirt and old jeans is in the middle of getting her coffee when the bar provides her with That Certain Napkin.

She eyes it thoughtfully, before deciding, "Okay. But you have to give me a couple minutes first. And I need my payment in advance." In short order, she is provided with something in a plastic bag, and she heads to the bathroom.

A moment later, she comes back out.

Specials
Your bartender this evening is engaged in a truly ridiculous course of study. Play your cards right and give her an entertaining night off, and you drink for free.

Now, she just has to hope she doesn't meet any certain older, parental-figure type people.

(no subject)

[not_his_pa]

William has had two baths and is currently smelling vaguely of cedarwood, cloves and eucalyptus, he thinks he finally got all of the sap off of him. Under his shirt, he has bandages for the worst of the splinters but he's mainly unhurt.

After the Australian adventure, he feels that a rest is in order so he has a root beer float and a stack of books about a boy named Peter Jenkins, which are fun. He knows he'll never get to live in a boarding school with ghosts and mysteries but he likes reading about them.

As he came down early enough, he's sprawled over one of the comfortable couches with his boots near the fire and no inclination to move.