Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard steps behind the bar and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David walks up without an entrance post because his mun's bored.

"Morning, Richard," he says, smiling.

His hair's rather noticeably different.

[OOC: Am at school, darlin', so replies will be slow or non-existent 'til I get home!]

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He grins.

"Morning, David. What have you done to your hair?"

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Or, you know, the lecturer could turn up late for the rest of the afternoon class. Whatever.]

"Echo had Isabel do it last night," he says with a smile and an exaggerated flick. "What do you think? Think it suits me?"

He grins.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He looks for a moment, and reaches out to stroke it.

"Oddly enough, it does. You and Charlie do well with hair-colours."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He grins. "Thanks. Although you should have seen me when I was gray. Old and distinguished, I was."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"And you're old and foolish now."

He strokes the hair again.

"But very handsome."

[erinnishwarrior.livejournal.com]

He was still a little new at the whole 'dead and in a tavern' existance. And so when he saw someone behind the bar, he was understandably surprised.

"Well, look at that... the magic bar has innkeeps," he observed to the wolf that descended the stairs at his side. He wandered up to the bar as he spoke, easing up onto a stool. "This is something new, boyo; for all the time I've been living here - if ye can be terming it living - I've not seen a soul behind this bar. But she's in habit of being good to me."

Blais winked. "Anything different this morning I should be knowing about? Any changes to this fine, smart bar?"

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard blinks in surprise.

"No, sir, none that I can think of. And I'm surprised you've not seen another bartender. There are five others besides me."

[erinnishwarrior.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, lad, I tend to forget my manners." A smile, very used to being shown, was on his face. "My name is Blais. And this lovely thing here is my lir, Tanni."

Cued, she lifted up on her hind paws, fronts balanced on Blais' thigh. His arm easily wrapped about her shoulders. "Perhaps it is that I've managed yet to come in at the wrong times, or just the empty ones."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He smiles.

"I'm Richard, it's nice to meet the both of you."

He holds a hand out for Tanni to sniff.

"Is there anything I can get for you?"

[erinnishwarrior.livejournal.com]

And Tanni did, curiously, courteously not touching cool nose or wet tongue to his hand. She wasn't, after all, some untrained, unblessed creature. The ruddy wolf was satisfied, and dropped down after.

"Richard - 'tis not a name I'm knowing, but isn't so bad as others I've heard since coming." He remembers poor Schroeder and his names that stretched longer than he stood tall. "If the clothes weren't telling me that few come from where I know, the names would be. But lad, so long as you're offering, I'd be glad to have some breakfast. Pork, perhaps?"

A tingle through the link reminded him. "And something for Tanni. She dislikes the hunting outside."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard nods and brings back ham and eggs for Blais and a large raw steak for Tanni.

"She's beautiful. Is she fully wolf?"

[ezekiel-36-27.livejournal.com]

"Heartattack special, Rich? And some coffee?"

Zeke's there. He's smiling faintly. He's not awake.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard brings him a full fry-up and a pot of coffee.

"Morning, Zeke."

[ezekiel-36-27.livejournal.com]

Zeke digs in without a word and holds out the cup that appeared as well for the coffee.

"Morning."

It's sleepy but pleasant.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He fills the cup and sets out cream and sugar.

"Been busy? I haven't seen you around lately."

[ezekiel-36-27.livejournal.com]

Zeke doesn't even add cream or sugar. He just chucks back half of the cup in one go. It's still steaming as he drinks it.

"Kinda. Not really. Thinking. Stuff."

More awake. A little sheepish.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"And pouring boiling hot coffee down your throat. Doesn't that hurt?"

[flybywash]

A bleary-eyed Wash plops down onto one of the barstools, mumbling something that could just as easily be "hello" as "why, God, why does the 'verse have to exist before seven AM?"

...actually, he's giving the whole 'laconic' thing another try this morning. So let's go with the first option.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard grins.


"Morning, Wash, what can I get for you?"

[flybywash]

"Uh. Omelette? Omelette sounds good. Can you make it with real eggs? And maybe lace it with caffeine?" He rubs the back of his neck, grimacing a little as he works out the kinks.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"Of course we make it with real eegs. What would you like in it? And how about coffee or tea for the caffeine?"

[flybywash]

The corners of his lips twitch up into a smile. The smell of food's starting to wake him up a bit. "I don't know, I kind of have my heart set on a caffeinated omelette now...but I guess the coffee'll have to do. And let's go with cheese and green peppers."

[foster-brother.livejournal.com]

*Kay glances up and over at the bartender.*

I could use a trencher and a glass of wine, if you could manage such.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He nods an pours a glass of wine while Bar pops up a trencher.

"Here you are. My name is Richard, please let me know if you need anything else."