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Sep. 2nd, 2016 08:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Some time in the late afternoon, a cloaked man with a bow in hand and a leather sack slung over his shoulder slips through the door and makes his way upstairs. An hour or two later, a showered, clean-clothed, trimmed and shaved and smiling Harry Monmouth reappears in the main room and takes up a seat with a good view of the length of the bar.
"Dame Bar," he says grandly, "Do you add to Harry Monmouth's reckoning the next score of orders given you. Beginning with mine own--some sack!"
Drink up folks, Hal's buying.
((Oh man, apologies for the slowness. Flu vaccine reaction hit me yesterday and everything hurts.))
"Dame Bar," he says grandly, "Do you add to Harry Monmouth's reckoning the next score of orders given you. Beginning with mine own--some sack!"
Drink up folks, Hal's buying.
((Oh man, apologies for the slowness. Flu vaccine reaction hit me yesterday and everything hurts.))