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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?

Comments

[eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com]

Sure. Anytime. Oh, and um, ressurections are my specialty if, you know, that's ever needed.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Thanks, but Death doesn't work here, categorically. Don't know if anyone's mentioned that yet.

[eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com]

Oh, well that's good to know. I can do small healings as well though, sort of comes with the territory. That seems to be a rather common talent around here though.

Anyway, how did you end up here? Are you Bound as well? Or did you apply for this position?

*Easter is amused by the mental image of someone filling out a resume in order to get a job as Bartender at the End of the Universe*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins*

Well, I was just a regular Bartender until the previous Barman, Sirius Black, left for Heaven. I woke up one morning, fully Bound and metaphysically bonded to the Bar.

She chose me.

[eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com]

....wow....

This sure is an interesting place, and I'm sure I don't even know the half of it.

Heaven? Really? It really exists?

*Easter is terribly exited about this prospect, never mind that she's a pagan fretility goddess*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He shrugs*

It did for him. And his... well, wife, really. They left together.

[eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com]

Oh. That's nice. Terribly romantic in fact.

So, the illness that you mentioned before, since you're Bound to the bar, How did that affect normal operations around here?

*She hasn't quite gotten that the bar is animate*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*he grins*

It was, yeah.

Well, uh. They had to break the connection for a while. I would have died. So, for about a month and a half, the bar was in a coma herself. She was just a regular bar, I guess.

I just got re-Bound on New Year's Eve. So we're both finally all right.

*as he grins again, she'll be able to discern the fine network of scars which runs all over his body.*

[eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow, I had no idea. That must have been a terrible ordeal for...both of you? This place is just...

*she searches for the right word*

Crazy

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He laughs*

Yeah. It is.

And it was.

[eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com]

Well, I like crazy. Makes me feel at home.

*Grins*

Well. it's been wonderful talking to you Bernard, but I don't mean to be monopolizing you. I'm sure we'll be seeing plenty of each other. Thanks for the Cider and the Breif History of The Bar.

[OOC: Must go home now, as I am using the comupter at work and it hasn't been too fond of me today.]

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Me too.

Hey, stop by anytime.

[ooc: no problem, thanks for playing.]

[eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com]

Cheers

[OOC: And, cheers]