Notes

[pro_patria_mortuus]

There are notes with Bar for Courfeyrac, Grantaire, and Gavroche. They all say more or less the same thing, after the salutation:

He's returned. None of the items he carried were transported with him. For the rest, we must trust to hope and our friends.

Enjolras

Discretion in writing is an old and long-ingrained habit. (As public notes from Enjolras go, this is a relatively long one.) His friends know where to find him, anyway.

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[girlwithout]

In a way, Milliways offers what she needed. A place to sleep, where she can curl up in a bed and hug a pile of pillows and just take some time to process. And if a lot of that processing time is actually spent crying... no one who knows what she's been through would blame her, she's pretty sure. But there's a point at which it stops being a vacation from her life and starts being hiding from it, and Rikki does not hide.

So, about four days since she first entered the bar, she ventures out of her room feeling... kind of better. Her first planned stop is at the bar, though, because the idea of using the minors' fund still makes her uncomfortable, and she wants to know if there's anything she could do to kind of... pay back into it.

Thing is, she expects something like washing dishes or cleaning or something. What she does not expect is to get a note proclaiming that she's now the bartender for the next few hours. In response to her protest that she's underage and that's not even legal, the bar provides her with a little book of easy-to-make mixed drinks that are either already virgin or have virgin variants.

About five minutes later, Rikki looks at the board and squares her shoulders before carefully writing out her choices.

HAPPY HOUR
(alcohol-free, sorry!)
SPECIALS
Milkshakes
Smoothies
Sparkling Raspberry Tea
Bubbly Lemonade

After she's sure she has everything written out to her satisfaction (and has provided options she can actually make), Rikki straightens out and faces the bar with determination. She can do this.

Happy Hour has officially begun.

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[zodiac_rabbit]

"You can't catch me!!!" The voice is high pitched and singsong as it playfully taunts those who are behind him playing what can only be a game of tag. The door is slammed shut before Momiji Sohma sliddeeesss to a halt.

"Oh cool I haven't been here in forever. You're that bar that thinks!"

A pause, as he tilts his head and ponders for a looonggg moment. "I guess that means my game is done for a bit!"

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[never_shall_yield]

 Following this thread:

Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too,

Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through.

 

[OOC: Millitimed to a couple of weeks ago.]