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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

[aj_crawley]

He was just a bit... iffy about the not-quite-cheating. He does want you both happy - and preferably happy together - it was just the angelic hardwiring kicking in, you know?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I figured.

It wouldn't have happened that way if you hadn't interfered, you know.

*he laughs*

Bet you paid for that later.

[aj_crawley]

*he grins*

Yep.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Christ.

*He scrubs a hand through his hair, looking suddenly exhausted. His scars stand out sharply.*

Just when I thought things were getting back to normal. I'd like to Bartend some night and not fall over, nearly die, or get suckerpunched.

[aj_crawley]

Wait - that's abnormal?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Please. Don't ruin my fantasy.

[aj_crawley]

You've come to the wrong place for a quiet night, brother.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

A nice, restful vacation spot, this is not.

[aj_crawley]

You know what we need? Another Lake Party. Nothing siphons off the angst and trauma like a Lake Party.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He looks thoughtful*

Bit cold out there.

[aj_crawley]

Bernard, I would be astounded if one of the magic-users around this place wasn't able to help us out.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He rolls his eyes and grins mischievously*

Well. I do know one or two.

I'll talk to Gil. He was wanting to have a party.

[aj_crawley]

Might be a nice way to brighten up the January Blues.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I like the idea more and more.

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley's expression can be fairly adequately summed up by the word 'glee'*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard grins back at him, pleased*

Good temptation, by the way.

[aj_crawley]

Subtle. Comme un renard.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Mais non!

Comme le serpent.

[aj_crawley]

Well, yes. On account of me being the snake.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny sneaks up, as instructed by Bernard, trying not to giggle.

And she chomps. "Gadha!"

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley makes a sound remarkably similar to 'yargh', and spins around on his barstool, looking for the culprit*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard can't help it.

He falls behind the bar, laughing*

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She hisses up at him, trying not to look guilty. Just a little snake here, nothing to see...

[aj_crawley]

*upon spotting Sunny, Crowley scowls, yea mightily, and hurriedly pulls his legs up onto his stool*

Bernard? That biting kid is back again.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*From the floor*

Imagine that.