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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*Wanders in from the kitchen, looking slightly wary and a little hung-over; turning back to the kitchen as he goes* Thanks, Gil...

Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.

Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.

Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...

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[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

... I think Peter had a bottle that would work on that kind of headache...

Shall I ask him for it?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Hi there. *wraps and arm around her waist and kisses her* I think we've got some too, but I'm not sure what Gil did with it. I'm all right. Gil's made me an orange juice.

How're you this evening? You slept most of the day.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

[ooc: The Cute. Dying of it. Warghk. Dead. ;)]

Dreamed...
Of you, mostly.
Here, and you, and home.

[iopenthings]

*Door checks to assure herself that there isn't anybody at the bar she would rather not talk to, then heads over.*

Sirius? You wanted to see me?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Yeah, hi. *leans on the bar* Wanted to make sure you were well. I didn't see it, but Tom says Aziraphael did for you like he did for Kassandra.

You all right?

[iopenthings]

*looks pained for a moment*

He kissed me.

*quickly shakes it off, her eyes returning to a slate grey*

I'm fine. Thanks.

[hard-core-dick.livejournal.com]

*turns from her conversation with Fleur (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/253267.html?thread=7956051#t7956051) and tries to order without catching Sirius' eye*

Gimme some tequila. A lot of it.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*sirius lifts an eyebrow* Bottle or shot-tray?

[hard-core-dick.livejournal.com]

Might as well make it a bottle. Not like I've got anywhere else to be tonight.

*laughs, bitterly*

[veryvorkosigan]

*approaches the bar and leans on it, trying to get the bartender's attention*

I keep hearing about these fried paradoxes. Um ... what are they, exactly?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Oh? Care to try some?

They, er. Look and taste precisely like onion rings do not. But they're very crispy, and exceptionally good fried.

[veryvorkosigan]

I ... think I would, yes.
I may regret this question, but ... what are they made from? Animal, vegetable, fungi, synthetic nutrients?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard approaches, tequila in hand.*

Sirius, if you have a minute, can I ask you something?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*leans on the bar* Course. What'd you have in mind?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well, I just used the last of my money to settle up my tab and add some credut this morning. I was wondering if you had need of a handyman or a bartender.

I used to tend bar before McNeil's Island, on and off.

[never-mourned.livejournal.com]

*approaches the bar, never looking up from her book* Do you have any drinks from the Vinkus?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

From the what now? *blinks*

[and-eggs.livejournal.com]

A margarita, please. -- Thanks, gentle, sir.
... Your place attracts a motley clientele.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

...I am not motley, my lord Prince...

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*laughs* A margarita on the rocks or froze?
We get along all right, they're mostly friends.

[aj_crawley]

*pushes his way up to the bar and grabs Sirius by the lapels, pulling him across the bar until they are eye to yellow eye*

Was it your job to watch the angel?

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*chokes*

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

No! No!

Crowley, no!

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*The normally easygoing Bernard is white with fury*

Let. Him. Down.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*snow pads over from the stairs*

I think I'll have an order of paradoxes and fruit - what kind do you - *notices chaos with Crowley* shit.*heads over*