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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]

She laughs again and claps before hissing back.

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley looks sideways at Sunny, but keeps his sunglasses off as he talks to Tom. As long as she's laughing, she's not biting*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard watches on gleefully.*

[aj_crawley]

*Look Of Death for Bernard*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*is unrepentant*

[aj_crawley]

*he brandishes another toothpick-holder threateningly*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I'll tell the angel you beat me with toothpick holders, and then where would you be?

[aj_crawley]

I'll tell Tonks you set rabid animals on me.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Go ahead. She'd cheer me on.

[aj_crawley]

You know damn well I could guilt her into feeling sorry for me.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*he sighs*

Too true.

*a grin*

But I bet I could persuade her to be on my side in the end.

[aj_crawley]

*he sniggers*

Fair point, actually, but I -

*he freezes for a moment, then shudders, shaking his head*

Fucking Hell.

I hate when they do that.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His brow furrows with concern*

What is it?

[aj_crawley]

*he rubs his temples*

Official orders just in. I'm headed back out to Sri Lanka.

*he slips his sunglasses back on and hops down from the bar*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Okay.

*he's suddenly grim*

Like I said. Everything you'll need is in the kitchen for the taking.

Good luck.

[aj_crawley]

*he nods tersely, and disappears into the kitchen, reappearing shortly with a large, tightly-packed canvas bag slung over each shoulder*

Thank you.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Any time.



Remember to eat.

[aj_crawley]

I don't need -

*he sighs*

Yes, Bernard.

Well, give Tonks my best, and that.

*and he shifts the bags on his shoulders, and he shakes his head, and he leaves*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*he looks after him, and then busies himself with wiping down the bar, pensive*