HAPPY HOUR POST

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Absolutely brimming with righteous anger, Bernard strides behind the bar.*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

Drink specials tonight are Whiskey and Amaretto Sours.

Food specials are Meat and Vegetarian Lasagna with Caesar Salad, and Gelato for dessert.

So.

*He lights up a cigarette, his eyes burning.*

What'll you have?

*After a moment, Bernard's head whips around, and he stares in a particular direction venomously.*

Comments

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim bellies up to the bar, still fiddling with the cats cradle.*

Heya boss. The food special sounds great.... and tea would be wonderful as well.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Hey, Tim.

*Bernard looks exhausted and stressed. He prepares TIm's tea.*

Vegetarian, or Meat?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Meat please. God didn't give me these teeth for vegetables...

*He grins at his own lame joke, then finally takes a good look at bernard.*

You alright? Anything you can pass down the chain, ease it off your back?

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Never let it be said that Ace isn't a brave cookie.
"If I just ask for the Gelato, will you not kill me?" she asks impishly. It's amazing what actually getting some sleep will do to Ace's mood.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Unless there's some other reason why I should kill you, you should be all right.

*He gets the Gelato, smiling slightly*

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace frowns in concentration.
"Well..." she draws out the word, thinking. "Unless you're particularly attached to the demonic bunnies, and would rather I didn't bomb my way into their warren? Nothing I can think of." And there's the patented Ace-grin.

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

Schroeder's more than a little intimidated. He stands by the bar, head ducked slightly, and waits to be noticed.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard does notice him.*

Hey. Get you something, kid?

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

"Um?"

He thinks for a second, and decides not to try his luck. Not tonight.

"A coke please?"

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*in a very non-confrontational sort of way*

Hello, Bernard. Could I have some of meat lasagna, please? And some tea?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He smiles shortly*

Sure, Anthy. *He goes to the kitchen and returns with a steaming plate, then prepares her tea*

How are you?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

I'm fine, thank you. How are . . . *trails off* . . . Is anything wrong?

*She carefully sprinkles powdered sugar on her lasagna, and takes a bite.*

[alas_alas]

Echo tilts her head, watching this very pissed off man.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard notices her after a moment.*

Can I get you a drink?

[alas_alas]

"...drink..." Echo smiles and nods. Pulling out a pad and pen and thinking for a moment, she writes T WIF HUNI PLEZ.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David wanders over from his corner seat (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/2390807.html?thread=92186391#t92186391).

"You beckoned?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Sit.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He does as he's told, back straight, face blank.

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks comes in the main door and spots Bernard behind the bar; she takes in his demeanor and frowns, concerned.

She takes a seat at the end of the bar and pulls a file out of her satchel, reading it and waiting for things to calm down.*

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

Schroeder looks at her, and he means to look away again, honest he does, 'cos it's rude to stare, but... pink hair!

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard walks over, a vein in his temple throbbing.*

Hey.

[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

::heads up to the bar:: Oh, lasagna sounds brilliant right about now. I'll have the meat, please.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Sure thing.

*He brings her a plate brimming with food.*

Anything to drink?

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

Windows 95 approaches the bar a tad hesitantly- she's not keen on angry people unless she's fighting them. But her internal resources are getting low, and she'd rather not shut down in the middle of everything.

"Er... Might I please have the food special, if it is not too much trouble?" Her bow is extra-formal, to add to the "please do not yell at me" demeanor.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He nods tiredly*

Sure. Vegetarian or Meat?