Happy Hour

[morethanprops]

Watson feels a little warm, but he doesn't seem to be sick. At the moment, he's far too annoyed that his suits aren't right and his stick is missing, after a strange negotiation with a bureau, he found a suit he prefers.

His mustache is gone too, that's Holmes' fault, all of this is probably Holmes' fault and he will find him and yell at him. He comes down the stairs as he quickly as he can and begins a discussion with the counter, who is rather like Mrs. Hudson. She does give him a stick, not a sword stick and asks him to bartend and won't tell him where Holmes is.

After wiping his forehead, he is perhaps a touch ill but Miss Bar requested his aid and Holmes will show up to gloat so he writes up some specials.

Specials
Claret
Whiskey
Beer
Tea

Your drink is free if you can tell me where Sherlock Holmes is.

Once the specials are written up, he pours himself a whiskey and searches for Holmes.

(OOC: Moist is in the midst of the IMDB flu and terribly contagious. Have fun. As of 2:30 am EST, I'm off to bed but this is open until it scrolls or another Happy Hour goes up, whichever comes first.)

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[x_coriare]

Sooraya is sitting in Milliways today with a flowerpot and a small tray of flowers in a rainbow of colors, each with a big open boom at the end of the stem. It isn't particularly messy work to be transferring them over, since none are root bound, and it's a pot definitely large enough to give her room to work.

The thing she's not drawing attention to is that they're all poppies: not that she has the faintest idea of how one distills any sort of drug from them, although she knows it's possible. Mostly they remind her of home, however tainted that memory is. Still, they're nice flowers, and not as showy as people assume.

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[freedom_is_grey]

[Not-really-OOM: Ysalwen attempts to drag Chuck out of the garage for a playdate with a mabari. Surprisingly (or not), it works.]