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scots_wolf ([personal profile] scots_wolf) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2011-02-17 09:09 pm

Happy Hour

Urquhart had just wanted a bowl of dog food for Franz; but when he approaches the bar tonight, he gets the familiar yellow napkin.

Well.

There are worse things.-




Then, he stands behind the bar and waits for customers. Franz the dog settles down underneath a bar stool.
makesthings: (trying not to laugh)

[personal profile] makesthings 2011-02-17 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam feels close to falling asleep and approaches the bar, stopping to smile at Franz,

"Hello, you've found a nice place under there."
makesthings: (easy smile)

[personal profile] makesthings 2011-02-17 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He actually kneels down to give Franz his hand and be in a better place for petting him,

\ "What's his name?"
makesthings: (trying not to laugh)

[personal profile] makesthings 2011-02-17 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"He's rather sweet. We have some dogs like him back in Belisaere."
makesthings: (easy smile)

[personal profile] makesthings 2011-02-17 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam's glad to give it to him, dogs remind of when things are nice at Belisaere.
makesthings: (easy smile)

[personal profile] makesthings 2011-02-17 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam visibly relaxes as he scritches Franz,

"What's in the drinks?"
makesthings: (his father's son)

[personal profile] makesthings 2011-02-17 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll try one with whisky in it."

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yosafbridge: (smirk.)

[personal profile] yosafbridge 2011-02-17 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sensing a theme here," she replies, approaching the bar with a knowing look.

(She can also sense the dog without even needing to look to confirm its presence; in fact, she caught its scent even before she came downstairs, a fact that's still all kinds of unnerving.)
yosafbridge: (introduce.)

[personal profile] yosafbridge 2011-02-17 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"He likes you," she replies, after a beat of brief deduction and a quick glance under the stool at the dog in question.

"But I'm getting the impression that it's because he's a little spoiled."
Edited 2011-02-17 21:46 (UTC)
yosafbridge: (shadows.)

[personal profile] yosafbridge 2011-02-17 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, the bond is already there, I can tell that much."

She takes a seat - though not on the stool underneath which the dog is laying.

"I do hope you haven't been too lonely in my absence."
yosafbridge: (Default)

[personal profile] yosafbridge 2011-02-17 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can't fault you for that, of course."

She grins at him from her side of the bar.

"Make me one of those Dog Dews?"
yosafbridge: (smirk.)

[personal profile] yosafbridge 2011-02-17 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's possible I'm leaning toward the side of biased," she confesses, resting her elbow on the bar and placing her chin in her palm.
yosafbridge: (sweet.)

[personal profile] yosafbridge 2011-02-17 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She returns the kiss, smiling quickly against his mouth, and when she sits back on the barstool, there's still a coyness playing across her expression.

"Though I do love the result it gets me."

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[identity profile] mamba-with-me.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Black Mamba is new to Milliways - very, very new, as in her first discovery of the Bar was five minutes ago.

When she sees the rough-looking Urquhart behind the bar, with a list of specials and everything, he seems like the best person to ask where the hell she is.

She approaches the bar and reads the specials, then looks down at the fuzzy wuzzy dog and all oretense of growly peevishness leaves her.

"Hello, puppy." She bends down to scritch his ears, then straightens up.

"So, where am I? And what's in a Fluffy Dog?"