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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

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Bughfle." She giggles and points up at him.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He picks Sunny up and replies to Tom, grinning innocently at Crowley all the while.*

[aj_crawley]

*realisation dawns*

You... bastard.

I'll get you! And your little rabid dog-child, too!

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Bugger. Bastard. Blast." She loves the B words, she thinks, as she waves with a smile at Crowley.

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley narrows his eyes at Sunny's wave, clearly suspecting another sneak attack*

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She narrows her eyes back and hisses.

[aj_crawley]

*the demon bares his teeth and hisses right back*

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Wide, wide eyes, and then a shriek of laughter.

[aj_crawley]

*he takes off his sunglasses and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Crowley Despairs*

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny stares in something like awe.

[aj_crawley]

*it... it seems to have shut up. Progress. Experimentally, Crowley looks up, staring at Sunny and blinking a few times, adding in a tongue-flicker or two for good measure*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Now we're even.

[young_tmriddle]

Sunny... where did you hear those words?

*He gives Bernard and Crowley one of his better glares.*

Do you gentlemen realise how long I was in the doghouse when Door found out Ingress had learned the word wench from me?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard laughs explosively*

Aziraphael.

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley perks up at this*

...Really?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard nods, laughing so hard he's in danger of dropping Sunny. He sits down hard.*

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley, on the bar-top, puts his head in his hands and starts sniggering*

Now I know why he was flailing so much when I turned up.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard hugs Sunny with one arm and wipes his eyes with the other.*

This kid? Is welcome in my bar anytime.

[aj_crawley]

I don't think anyone quite understands where I'm coming from, here.

It bites people.

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom blinks.*

No, I don't believe it. Not the angel.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Zapha'l," she confirms. Firm nod.

[young_tmriddle]

Bloody hell.

NO, no wait, you didn't hear that.

Blast, I'm in over my head here.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Bloody blast bugger bastard." It's a song, almost.

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley picks up an empty tooth-pick holder from the bar.

And hurls it at Bernard's head*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*It hits him on the temple. Hard.*

Ow! You know, I only have so many brain cells to work with, here.