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milliways_bar2005-01-16 04:54 pm
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The front door opens and a fair haired young man stumbles into the bar as if he's just been shoved through. There is really nothing remarkable about his appearance except that he's dressed in the full uniform of a Lieutenant of His Majesty's Royal Navy circa 1801, complete from bicorn to side arm.
He rights himself with an attempt at dignity and takes in his surroundings. He is, needless to say, a bit startled at his present surroundings, and hoping that no one has spotted him, he turns and tries the door and finds it locked. He tries again with no more luck than the first time and swears, quietly under his breath. Resolving to make the best of the situation, he removes his silly hat (he had never liked the new ones anyway) and proceeds to the bar.
"Um, I'll have a rum if you please," He announces to no one in particular, "No, belay that. I'll have a glass of your finest scotch please. Make it a double." He has apparently decided that the best way to deal with being trapped in a strange place with a fully stocked bar, is to get rip-roaringly drunk.
He rights himself with an attempt at dignity and takes in his surroundings. He is, needless to say, a bit startled at his present surroundings, and hoping that no one has spotted him, he turns and tries the door and finds it locked. He tries again with no more luck than the first time and swears, quietly under his breath. Resolving to make the best of the situation, he removes his silly hat (he had never liked the new ones anyway) and proceeds to the bar.
"Um, I'll have a rum if you please," He announces to no one in particular, "No, belay that. I'll have a glass of your finest scotch please. Make it a double." He has apparently decided that the best way to deal with being trapped in a strange place with a fully stocked bar, is to get rip-roaringly drunk.