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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Paper-white, Bernard walks behind the bar from his table where Charlie Weasley and Crowley still sit talking amiably. He takes a deep breath and lights a new cigarette off the old one.*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

Drink specials tonight are Strongbow, Guinness, and Bushmill's Whiskey.

Food specials also have a distinctly Irish theme, as you might have guessed.

Now. What'll you have?

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* Naturally Indy is at the bar, regardless of whether he's got an entrance post or not. He hears the magic words and he's leaning over the counter like lightning *

Happy New Year Bernard! Good to see you back here... I'll take a Bushmill's. And just keep 'em comin' if you don't care.

* old habits die hard *

...on second thoughts... just the one for now.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Pours his drink, watching out of the corner of his eye as Charlie looks a little pale. Fuck. Damn Crowley to fucking Hell.*

Happy New Year, Doctor Jones. *He flashes him a grin and pours his drink*

Good to be back.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Cheers! * clinky *

And the bar's all fixed up again as well. Thank God. So... uh... everything's okay again... right?

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Leaving his bundle at his table (because anyone stupid enough to steal a sorcerer's belongings deserves to be brilliant pink and orange) he approaches the bar,

"Good evening. A Guinness, if you would. And whatever special you deem fit."

The Master of Shadows is small. Very small. 5'2", possibly 130lbs soaking wet. However, up close, he does not look like a child: mid-twenties or so. He's wearing a somewhat insane mis-mash of High Fantasy shirt and boots with Civil War era hat, coat, and jeans.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard looks Arithon up and down and pulls him a pint.*

Here you go.

*As he sets the pint down, a plate of corned beef and cabbage with all the trimmings appears. He grins.*

Looks like the bar has decided what you want this evening.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

[OOC: If it's alright, I'll probably be slowthreading this.]

Hyde steps up to the bar and plunks his elbows down on the counter. He hasn't met a whole lot of the bartenders yet, now's as good a time as any. So he nods to the redhead and, er, tries his luck.

"Hey, man. Can I get a pint of Guinness?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: That's fine, I am swamped.]

Sure thing.

*He pulls the pint.*

Haven't seen you here before. You new?

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley extracts himself from his conversation with Charlie and flees makes his way over to the bar*

Well.

That was interesting.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Motherfucker.

[smallestopener]

*Ingress peeks out from the House of Arch painting. She sees a familiar red head behind the bar and scurries to the bar, clambering up onto a barstool despite the ballerina tutu, gypsy shawl, sword belt with dangling plastic sword, and pointed princess hat she's wearing*

Bernard! Bernard! Tom said you were all better!

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard grins and laughs, delighted*

Ingress!

*He leans on the bar, now at face-level.*

You look smashing, my dear. What can I get you?

[dragon-paznic.livejournal.com]

*Charlie just stands by the bar*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard pauses, feeling Charlie's eyes on him. He looks over slowly.*

Get you anything, Charlie?

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David, in no continuity whatsover, steps up the bar.

"No Bulmers?"

He sighs.

"A Guinness and some... erm.. Rarebit? I forget what's Irish."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Recovering from having been punched in the face, Bernard rolls his eyes*

Close enough. *The rarebit appears as he pulls the pint.*

Here you go.

[turnipman.livejournal.com]

"Evenin', Mr W!"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard grins, still a little wan from the evening's activities.*

Baldrick. Good to see you.

[eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com]

Easter wanders downstairs into the comfortable chaos of the bar.

"Ooh, are the specials still going? I'll have a cider if you would please."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard smiles slightly, about as perky as when he opened Happy Hour.*

Sure. *he pulls a pint*

Here you go, miss.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny comes up to Bernard, blinking. "Hiiiiii."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He cocks an eyebrow*

I think I know who you are.

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

Shadow strolls up to the bar and takes a seat, smirking contentedly.

"Give me a whiskey, friend. On second thought, make it two."

She produces a coin and slides it across the bar.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard pours two whiskies and sets them in front of her*

Any food to go with your drinks?

[macleod_connor]

Taking time out from his continuity with Faith, where he just walked in, Connor approaches the bar.

"Welcome back, Bernard."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *points to back room* Happy Hour is closed. Can we do this another time?]