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milliways_bar2010-08-18 07:57 pm
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John comes into the bar tonight in a ridiculous get-up.
He's dressed in his usual black suit and coat, but atop his head is a sizable dark cap and abrick-red tomato-red sunburn-red blood-red feather (a bit crumpled, but it gets the job done) sticking out of the top.
"Oh, thank God," he mumbles under his breath. He couldn't be happier to see this place after the atrocious service he's been receiving in Prague, with the dusty bedroom, dirty bath-tub, cobweb-infested drapes, and a carpet he still can't figure out the colour of.
He glances briefly over his shoulder, notes that while he is very much in Milliways, his servant - Bartimaeus - isn't.
Well. Whatever.
Without reservation, John makes his way to the Bar and orders himself a cup of hot tea and a large quintessentially English dinner to make up for the fact that he is no where near home on either side of the door.
One of his rare pleased smiles crosses his face.
Oh, it smells brilliant.
tiny!tag: john mandrake
He's dressed in his usual black suit and coat, but atop his head is a sizable dark cap and a
"Oh, thank God," he mumbles under his breath. He couldn't be happier to see this place after the atrocious service he's been receiving in Prague, with the dusty bedroom, dirty bath-tub, cobweb-infested drapes, and a carpet he still can't figure out the colour of.
He glances briefly over his shoulder, notes that while he is very much in Milliways, his servant - Bartimaeus - isn't.
Well. Whatever.
Without reservation, John makes his way to the Bar and orders himself a cup of hot tea and a large quintessentially English dinner to make up for the fact that he is no where near home on either side of the door.
One of his rare pleased smiles crosses his face.
Oh, it smells brilliant.
tiny!tag: john mandrake